I cross my arms beneath my chest, trying to remain strong, but I’m a man with needs, and right now, I need to be between her legs.
My hands hastily untie the knot on the robe before removing it entirely. Then, I dive into the bed and lash my tongue into her pussy like it’s my last meal on Earth. Charlotte grabs my hair, begging me not to stop until she can’t control herself, and her body shudders in delight.
A knock on the door comes just after, forcing me to pull away and place my robe back on swiftly. I wait for Charlotte to get under the covers, which she does with a grin on her face.
When she’s covered entirely, I lick my lips to taste the remnants of her cum, followed by a smirk.
“Sweet.”
Charlotte laughs softly as I open the door to a young woman with bright red cheeks. Surely, she heard us and can probably put two and two together hence why she’s looking very embarrassed right now.
“Room service,” she stammers, unable to make eye contact with me.
“Thank you,” I respond, signing the bill. “How about I take it inside myself? My wife isn’t feeling well.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she responds politely, still diverting her eyes. “If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to contact the front desk.”
“I’m sure I can take care of her just the way she needs.”
I take the tray from her hands and close the door as Charlotte bursts out laughing. “The poor girl. You made it so awkward for her.”
“How did I do that?”
“For starters, you’re a very hot man, and you answer the door wearing a robe with my cum all over your face.”
I place the tray next to Charlotte. “Excuse me, I licked the cum off you, so trust me when I say there wasn’t a single drop left.”
Charlotte shuffles over as I sit beside her while she tries to hide her smile. The aroma of pancakes airs in the room after she lifts the lid and pours maple syrup all over them. I wasn’t sure how much to order, but she appears satisfied with the stack of three with sausage and eggs on the side.
“You’re such a gentleman. The perfect catch since there’s a lot of men who would not do that.”
With the coffee cup in my hand, I take a long sip before her comment sinks in. “And how do you know that?”
Charlotte's eyes widen. “From friends.”
My lips press together. “Nice lie. Please continue to lie to me about how you remained celibate while we were apart.”
Charlotte snorts rudely, making it very clear she’s annoyed. “Did you remain celibate while we were apart?”
“I’m a man. It’s different.”
She places her fork down, narrowing her eyes with a pinched expression. “So, it’s okay for you to fuck a million women, but I was supposed to pine for you?”
“A million is being dramatic,” I drag.
Charlotte digs her fork into her pancakes in silence, but then I remember I need to be sympathetic since she’s carrying my kid. Now is not the time to be a possessive dickhead.
I place my coffee down, then turn to face her. “Whether it was one or a million, no other woman could ever replace you. If I didn’t make the mistake of leaving you, I would have lived a very happy life with you by my side.”
Her shoulders relax. “I’m sorry. It must be the hormones.”
Even though I know she needs to eat, I move the tray away and climb on top without trying to squash her, mindful of my weight over her petite body.
“Our little fight has caused a problem,” I murmur, sucking on her nipples as she moans.
“Oh, what’s that?”
I lift my eyes to meet hers. “I need to own you, right now. Again.”