“Charles,” She whispered, his finger sliding upwards.
He didn’t reply, clearly satisfied with the excruciating tease he inflicted upon her and the curled fingers she dug in his full hair. Ripping her panties off quite effortlessly, he rolled over her, looking into her wild smokey eyes. His pelvis was positioned for the kill and she felt his raging erection brush against the inside of her thigh. Its petal softness felt good to her. He nodded towards the drawer on the nightstand beside the bed, his concentration waning. Accidentally, he lowered himself towards her, letting his pulsing manhood touch against her as he winced. She wanted him so bad. Never had she felt an arousal such as this.
He spoke gruffly, almost passing the point of control. “Condoms.” his voice was thick. “In the drawer.”
Realizing what he meant, she stretched her arm, popping the drawer open, and felt for the tiny gold packages. Upon finding one, she handed it to him, where he zealously ripped it open. It only took him a second to roll it on quite expertly. She didn’t question it. And as he lowered himself to her, tossing the package on the floor, she tightened her legs with silent communication. She tugged on his large muscled back, pulling him towards her in hopes that he might spare her the torturous tease he seemed to quite enjoy. She relaxed herself, waiting for the moment to come. He rubbed against her entrance temptingly, his large arms supporting his weight. She felt small and fragile beneath him, his body easily containing the ability to crush her. His gaze held hers tenderly.
Reaching down, his mouth found her lips, at the same moment, he thrusted deep into her. The initial shock of him inside her felt almost as if an earthquake tremoring throughout her tiny self, his face wrinkling from the mutual euphoric sensations. Hell had broken loose and released the demon as he stared down at her, devouring the purity of her soul. She was his Amber goddess, erotically chained to his will. Deeper and deeper he slid inside her, his thrusts becoming more and more anxious. Her hips ground against his pelvis. Each plunge he took brought them both closer to blissful rhapsody. He showered her in kisses, diving deep within her walls without surfacing until he felt her tremble in his arms. Her moans were loud, driving him forward. The bed was soaked beneath them. She felt herself climaxing as he moved inside her. Her nails dug into his back and he lowered his body entirely onto her, pushing upwards to hit her G-spot positively on point. The sensation heightened, pulling and tightening while she begged for more. And, as she felt the coming release, her body stiffened. He sensed the shift in her body language. Quickening his pace, he drove her into the tempest with one final push, sending them both over the edge.
Her pleasure burst into a thousand pieces, capturing her entire body until she buckled from intense spasms. His back grew rigid. Violently he emptied himself, throbbing intensely as they both rocked sinfully against one another, spurring on the orgasmic vibrations. His hands clutched the bed sheets beside her head, digging deep into them for a few long seconds.
Chapter4
Amber sat in the tiny waiting room again for the millionth time. Melanie sat beside her, tapping her foot anxiously on the tile flooring. Good news, at least Sasha was in the clear. But the physicians had to do an immediate C-section to get the baby out. As of yet, none of the girls had seen him yet and were dying to do so.
“What’s the matter,” Melanie pried. She had been glancing at Amber for the last fifteen minutes.
What exactly was the matter? Amber’s head was in a cloud as she googled a couple important things that were pressing on her. “Hold on.” She put Melanie’s question on pause.
The night before was amazing. Charles was an exquisite lover in bed and she was satisfied with their intimacy. But something plagued her since she had gone snooping in his medicine cabinet. She knew she shouldn’t have done it but such curiosity always got the better of her. And there was no better way to do it than go straight for the toiletries.
Unfortunately, she didn’t find just toiletries in the small mirrored shelves. Lines of prescription drugs in their tiny orange bottles sat neatly in their places. Some were for nothing major, but one particular prescription upon googling it yielded rather disturbing finds. And it wasn’t as if she could’ve passed it off to belong to someone else. Charles Livingston’s name was printed bold and clear on the little label named ipratropium and albuterol, which were clearly for patients with lung problems. The most common health issue she found on the list for Google was Lung Disease.
She wasn’t sure if he even knew that she had rummaged through his cabinet. Charles was a heavy sleeper, which after all of the sex, she couldn’t blame him for sleeping soundly.