Charlotte’s trust in me dwindled the longer we snuck around. Our fights became more frequent, and the small amount of time we were together was me trying to justify how she had no reason to think I was fucking a woman who may be my wife but was completely dead to me.
Then, the roles reversed, and I was forced to watch her with another man. My thoughts were deadly. Just how much I wanted to get rid of Baker was undeniable. I’d spent every night wondering if he was touching her, driving myself to the brink of insanity until my actions became forceful and necessary.
Was it wrong for me to touch her when she committed to another man?
I needed her
End of fucking story.
It was not enough to think love would get us through this. In ways, we were toxic for each other. Our past threatened our future. No matter how much we tried, there was no escaping the damage which was done.
After the months when both our lives turned upside down for the second time, a rainbow presented itself after the storm.
Charlotte is carrying my baby.
The chains of our past finally broke last night when Charlotte came forward with the truth. Eight years ago, Charlotte gave birth to our stillborn son and buried him without me knowing.
Hearing this revelation was hard to endure. My mistakes were even greater than I could have ever imagined. Had I known at the time, I would have left Samantha to care for Charlotte and our baby. Sure, our families would have disowned us, but it wouldn’t have mattered if we had each other.
The moon filters inside the room as I stare at Charlotte sleeping beside me. Her skin is glowing, the signs of an expectant mother. She looks peaceful and content. Despite my need to own her again, her rest is more important.
Eventually, I fall asleep until the daylight shines through the window. The sun is barely peeking behind the clouds, a typical winter's day. Charlotte stirs beside me before turning to place her hand on my bare chest.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
Her eyes slowly flutter open. “You’re here.”
I kiss her hand. “Where else would I be?”
Charlotte’s eyes remain closed, but a smile spreads across her face before she turns herself around completely and places my arm over her, smothered by my embrace. With her ass pressed against my cock, she’s not playing fair right now.
My hands move to her tits, squeezing them with a desperate need to fuck her sweet pussy right now. I kiss the top of her shoulder, knowing I can’t wait any longer and slide myself in. Her moans are sounds of heaven. Her tight walls trap my cock inside and tease me with the need to blow straight away, but I control myself, taking it slow and savoring every moment.
Charlotte reaches back as the bedsheet falls and exposes her tits.
“Hmmm. I’m about to …” She doesn’t finish the sentence as her entire body clenches in my grip. At the same time, I push hard, expelling my own blissful finish.
“Is this how I should expect to wake up every day?”
“I’m greedy and always get what I want,” I remind her.
“Lex Edwards greedy? I would never have thought so,” she teases before her stomach growls. “Great, baby is hungry.”
“How about I order some food so the baby doesn’t starve?”
“Sure, bring it all. The baby wants everything.”
I lean over and grab the room service menu while Charlotte uses the bathroom. Not wanting to leave anything out, I dial the number and order several dishes and coffee for myself.
She walks out, still naked, and climbs back into bed as I use the bathroom to brush my teeth and place my robe on to be able to answer the door.
“You know you can’t be naked if room service arrives,” I inform her sternly.
Charlotte throws the sheets off her, spreading her legs on the bed while moving her hand between them. Slowly, she rubs her clit as a groan rumbles inside my throat from the sight of her being naughty.This woman will be the death of me.
“They’ll be here any minute,” I warn her.
She ignores me, continuing to pleasure herself which is driving me crazy. Then, she slides her fingers inside as her back arches against the soft white pillows.