President's Girlfriend 07 - What He Did for Love (26 page)

And he had to have more of her.

He moved down, positioned his penis, and entered her.  Her body arched as he penetrated her with one hard, passionate push that landed him deep within her.  She cried out in joy as his strokes pushed through the constrictions of her vagina and made her tremble with feelings.  He missed her terribly, and was determined to show it.

Dutch laid down on top of his wife and fucked her for nearly an hour.  Gina’s legs were wrapped around him and his arms were wrapped around her and they kissed and embraced and fucked in complete rhythm with each other.  

Somehow their love made it possible for them to make such intense feelings last and last.  Just when they thought they were too close to the edge of climax, and this couldn’t possibly go on a second longer, they continued to fuck.  The world was shifting, his administration was preparing to make the announcement the entire country had been waiting to hear, and they continued to fuck. 

And even when Gina reached her most intense organism, and Dutch began pouring into her with a ferocity he didn’t think he still had in him, they couldn’t will themselves to stop.  They didn’t even slow down.

What did love have to do with it?  For Dutch and Gina: everything.

EPILOGUE

Just as Crader McKenzie was announcing to the world that Dutch Harber’s resignation was in full effect and he was now their president, Dutch and Gina and Little Walt Harber were making their way onto the helipad on the south lawn of the White House.  Just as Crader McKenzie, with Loretta “LaLa” McKenzie and the heads of every intelligence agency behind him, was pleased to inform the public of the magnificent arrest of the terrorists who attacked their homeland, the helicopter was lifting off the ground.   Dutch and Gina looked at the White House as the helicopter lifted off ground.  And already it felt groundbreaking to them.  They were leaving the fishbowl for good.  It was final now.  There would be no glitches, no technicalities, this time.

Dutch looked at Gina as they made their journey home.  His prayer was that the burden of being his wife would no longer be a burden for her.  It was going to remain stressful.  He ran a global enterprise and was a former president.  They would still have to endure their share of drama and scandals.   But they wouldn’t have to endure it in the fishbowl.  They wouldn’t have to worry about every move they make becoming fodder for gossip sheets and twenty four hour cable news shows.  And that was the kind of small victory, the small change, that they would more than gladly accept all day long.

In fact, as soon as the helicopter landed in the back of their estate, and Dutch stepped out and helped his wife and son out too, he could feel the change as if it was as potent as the wind at his back.  The burdens he and Gina had carried for the entirety of their marriage days was already beginning to lift as if a bad storm was clearing.  And true to form, they decided to make a run for it. 

It was Dutch’s idea.  But Little Walt took it from there. 

He ran.  He laughed and he ran.  He was constantly on the verge of falling on his keister, but his little legs kept running.

He ran in front, with Gina just behind him, and Dutch just behind her.  All three were unable to stop grinning.  It would have been absolutely nothing for Gina to overtake Little Walt, and even less effort for Dutch to overtake Gina.  But they didn’t even attempt to overtake each other.  Because Dutch wanted Gina and Walt in front of him, laughing and playing like the carefree souls he always wished they would be. 

For him, that was the beauty of it. 

For him, it was their laughter that reassured him, just as he was about to have doubts, that he had made the absolute right decision.