I struggled, the ache in my belly forming and I was close, and it was quick… the build-up and I knew if he spoke again I would come undone.
He leaned over and pulled me in, harder and faster, his pleas driving us both to an explosive finish.
“Mine…” he cried out. “You are my wife, Charlotte…”
And then we were done.
Somewhere in our heated moment, he pulled away. I couldn’t do this. I had missed him so much and knew that having this moment, having a chance to feel him again, I just knew I couldn’t go back to the way he treated me. I missed being loved, desired.
“Lex…I can’t do this anymore…”
“You can’t leave me!” he cried. “I saw him, I saw you look at him.”
“Julian is…”
“It’s my fault. All this is my fault… I was terrified Charlotte, of losing you. Just the way Adriana lost Elijah. Her pain… it’s unfathomable. So I did the only thing I knew how…I pulled away… distancing myself from you because I was terrified that if I continued to be this happy, the hurt would kill me if anything happened to you. I would die a slow, excruciating death, just like Adriana.”
“You’re my husband,” I sobbed. “You’ve hurt me beyond comprehension, but I can’t imagine life without you.”
He swiftly closed the gap between us; this time he gently caressed my face. All in this one touch I knew that I couldn’t leave him, and no matter how much he had hurt me the past few months, I held onto the hope that somehow he would remember what we were about.
“I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. I didn’t know how to deal with this. I was so angry, at everyone, at the whole world.”
“The grief, Lex, swallowed all of us.” The truth hurt more than anything, no matter what we couldn’t erase the pain we all felt over losing Elijah.
He wrapped his arms around me “Let’s go home, baby. I need to make love to you all night in our bed.”
And he did, all night ‘til the sun rose, he made love to me. Devouring every inch of me, in our bed, our home.
In the morning I awoke, with his body curled into me. My phone beeped; I reached over but Lex grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. It was throbbing and it only meant one thing…
I didn’t have time to even finish that thought. He slid inside me and I moaned, my body sore and tender from being ravaged on the car and the all night sweet loving.
“I can’t get enough of this…Charlotte. Being inside of you…my beautiful wife.”
We came in sync, out of breath. I leaned back, unable to move my muscles.
“Go ahead, you can check your cell now,” he chuckled.
“I forgot… whoever it is can wait.”
“I bet he can’t.”
“Lex…”
“If that cell beeps in the next minute, I get to fuck that pretty little arse of yours right now…”
“And if you’re wrong?” Please don’t be wrong!
The cell beeped.
“Show me the text,” he demanded
I grabbed my phone and slid the screen, two texts in a row, and of course it was Eric.
OMG Charlie, Matthew McConaughey is working out at Venice beach! Meet me there in ten minutes.
Hurry up woman! My wank bank is in need of a refill!