Want You Back - River Laurent Page 0,31
said. “I love it when you’re bossy. So different from the normal you.”
She lay on her back and I stood over her and took a moment to admire the swell of her breasts and her curves.
“You’ve spoiled me for any other woman,” I said to her. “I’ll never want anyone else as long as I live.”
“You’d better not,” she said and wagged a finger at me. “You made a vow.”
“I did. The best decision I ever made.” I took her knees and pushed them back to her shoulders, exposing her gleaming, wet pussy to my appreciative eyes. “And now I want to fulfil another vow.”
She giggled. “I don’t remember that one.”
“It was veiled in making you happy,” I said and gripped my cock. I ran it up and down her slit, loving the sounds of pleasure that came from her mouth.
“Oh God, yes,” Charlotte cried softly. “I want you so much.”
“Fuck Chaz, you turn me into a beast when you say that,” I growled and prodded the entrance of her pussy with my cock.
“I love it when you’re a beast,” she said, looking at me with those sexy blue eyes. “Fuck me Alex.”
I slid my cock into her pussy and she closed her eyes and let out a long moan of pleasure. I braced my hands on her thighs and thrust in and out, making each thrust long and deep.
“Faster,” Charlotte says.
My thrusts became fast, quick jabs. I knew I was hitting the perfect spot when her cries became screams. She threw her hands back to grip the head board as if she was afraid that she’d fly off the bed.
“Oh my God,” she cried. “I’m on fire.”
“Come Chaz,” I urged her.
I tightened my grip on her thighs as they tensed. Then she let out one long cry and I felt an orgasm rocking her body. Seeing her like that, writhing her body, with her mouth half open, set me off and I let go of my control and relief washed over me as I came, emptying myself into the waiting hot body of my wife.
Charlotte
I sat in the waiting room of the ophthalmologist twisting my hands on my lap. It was my second visit and my body was tense with nerves. Added to that was the guilt of keeping something away from Alex.
After that episode when I fell outside the garage, my vision had gotten worse. At work, I’d dropped things more times than I could count, thinking I was placing them on the work top. At home, cooking dinner was becoming a challenge until I’d been forced to accept that something was seriously wrong.
I’d booked an appointment with the ophthalmologist the previous week, and had come in for a variety of tests. The doctor was a solemn older man who said very little. He put some liquid in my eyes and then proceeded to check my eyes through several machines, peering at me and asking me what I could see.
Dr. Martin was his name and he’d told me to return after a week. I was a mess and a part of me wished that I’d told Alex. But I’d chosen not to tell him as they had a big case coming up at work and he was knee deep in research.
I tried to bother him as little as possible. He had made so many sacrifices for us and he deserved to have a little peace in his life.
A gray haired, bespectacled woman left the examination room. The receptionist stood up and went into Dr. Martin’s office. My insides turned to jelly. Please help it be something that can be resolved with eye drops.
She returned a minute later. “You can see the doctor now.”
“Thanks,” I managed to say. My legs trembled as I entered the office.
The doctor was stooped over sheets of paper, which was not reassuring at all. He looked up at me grimly. Or was it my imagination. I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. My imagination had taken over, fear in the driver’s seat.
“Hello Charlotte,” he said. “Please sit down.”
No, it wasn’t my imagination. He was definitely more serious that he had been the previous week. My palms grew wet and I rubbed them over my pants. What could be the worst thing that could happen? Maybe an eye surgery, I thought, answering myself.
“So, do I need a prescription?” I said.
He looked at me and nodded his head. “Unfortunately not. It’s a lot more serious than that.”
My heart dropped to my feet. A truth