The beginning of "Forever"

My desire is to wake him up. I spent ten long months waiting for that moment when I would be completely his, and I don't think it's fair for him to deny me my wedding night. I sit beside him and touch his forehead; he has a fever, which makes me give up on my plans. I adjust Carlos in bed and cover him. I go back to the bathroom and take off the lingerie. I lie down next to him, turning off the lights. As I settle in bed, exhaustion takes over me, and I end up falling asleep.

In the middle of the night, I feel someone touching my breasts, causing me to jump on the bed. I'm used to sleeping alone my whole life, and I had forgotten that now I was married. Carlos pulls me back and smilingly says to me, "Shhhhh... I'm just feeling my wife. I want to see and feel everything that was denied to me all these long months."

He lays me down on the bed and turns on the bedside lamp, admiring me as if it were the first time he had seen me naked. Carlos quickly takes off his clothes, almost desperate, and lies down again. He starts kissing and touching my entire body, making me shiver. He smiles and caresses my lips, saying, "So beautiful... I don't think we need foreplay; we've already done that for a lifetime." He spreads my legs and lies between them. In a swift and intense motion, he penetrates me, closing his eyes when he finds me aroused. "You're... so hot..."

The rhythm is frenetic from the start; we seem like two rabbits with an insatiable thirst for pleasure. Amid moans and touches, we kiss each other passionately. I observe his expression of pleasure every time he goes all the way inside me. My hands pull him closer to my body; I bite his shoulder, and scratch his back, making him increase the pace even more. The rhythm is so intense that I moan, scream, and beg for more, being promptly answered. It doesn't take long for our climax to reach its peak, with Carlos trembling to the maximum and collapsing in my arms. I embrace my husband, breathlessly; we fit perfectly together.

Carlos gets up and looks at me in a mischievous way, making me stare at him, confused. He lifts me from the bed, turning me around on all fours, caressing my back, and pulling my hips closer to him, thrusting inside me once again, making me moan in surprise. "But already...?" I ask, amazed at my husband's vigor. He pulls my hair, making me approach him, and kisses me intensely.

"I want to savor... every... moment... now... you... are... my... wife," Carlos replies, holding me by the hips and penetrating me mercilessly. Then he commands, "Arch your ass for me."

I promptly do as he says. Carlos holds my hair in his hand and pulls it as he penetrates deeper. He increases the pace while spanking my buttocks, unrelenting. He holds me by the shoulder and lifts me from the bed. My husband pulls my head towards his and kisses me while his hands explore me, impatiently. It doesn't take long for him to find my clitoris, stimulating it and increasing my excitement even more. Now he penetrates me and stimulates me at the same time. I want to scream with pleasure, but my mouth is completely taken by Carlos. My arousal is so intense that I start moving my hips towards his, frantically. I feel him getting harder and harder until he thrusts with all his force, making me orgasm immediately. My legs tremble as Carlos kisses my sweaty shoulders. We lie on the bed, exhausted, embracing each other amidst our sweat. I kiss Carlos' closed eyes as he keeps me close with his arms around me.

"I love you," I say, not knowing if he's awake. I slowly caress his arm, moving up to his shoulders, then down his chest... I can't believe he's there with me.

"I love you too," Carlos responds, opening his green eyes. We stay in silence, gazing at each other for a while. He touches my lips, admiring me. "You're beautiful, Dalia... I love you... I feel like I'll love you forever."

I hold my breath at that declaration. I spent the past few months chasing after him, and now he's there, mine, as I never thought would be... I also feel like I'll love him forever.

"We need to take a shower," Carlos says, waking me from my thoughts. He gets up and extends his hand for me to stand up.

We walk hand in hand to the bathroom. He turns on the cold shower and pulls me into the shower, making me scream as the cold water touches my body. Carlos laughs at my expression and then comes closer, kissing me while reaching for the soap behind me.

"I'm going to treat you as you deserve, my love," Carlos says, touching my body with the bath sponge and slowly lathering it.

He massages my neck with the sponge, and I intertwine my arms, hugging myself. I kiss his shoulders as my husband soaps my back all the way down to my buttocks, then he stops and smiles. I look down and see the reason: he's ready again. Carlos pulls my body closer to his and kisses me as he leads me back under the shower. When he sees that I'm completely without foam, he lifts me in his arms and leans me against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He thrusts with all his desire, trapping me between the wall and his body. He stares into my eyes and kisses me while I hold onto his shoulders. The water intensifies our pleasure even more. This time, everything is slower, savoring every moment... Carlos presses me against the wall and kisses me as he reaches his climax, trembling. When he realizes I'm close, he goes down between my thighs and passionately licks my clitoris until I can't take it anymore and moan in pleasure, almost falling on top of him.

"You're delicious, Dalia Penedo Salazar," Carlos says, remembering my new married name.

He turns off the shower and goes out of the bathroom to get a towel. He comes back, dries my body completely, and carries me back to bed, where we fall asleep spooning within a few minutes.

***

The sunlight floods the room, waking me up. For a few moments, I still think it was all just a dream until I see Carlos's serene face next to me. I smile and turn to the bedside table, getting startled when I see that the clock reads 8 a.m.: we have less than an hour to get to the airport for our honeymoon. I shake Carlos's arm, but he doesn't move, and I start to panic.

"Wake up, Carlos, we're late!" I shout, shaking him even more, making him open his eyes, still groggy. I get out of bed and rush to the bathroom to get ready. From there, I continue urging Carlos, "Hurry, love, we don't have much time... I can't believe you're still in bed!" I shout as I see Carlos still sleeping. I jump on the bed and start shaking him vigorously, making him wake up. "Come on, Carlos!"

I As we rush to get ready, Carlos in the bathroom and me grabbing the clothes I had prepared for the trip, we manage to be in a taxi heading to the airport in twenty minutes. I look out at the view of Barcelona, feeling nervous. Then Carlos takes my hand, gently caressing it.

"It will all work out," my husband assures me calmly. He smiles and asks, "What's our first stop?"