Deborah
Sighing, I placed my hand over my belly, before continuing down the hall from the doctor’s office. Not only was the nausea I’d been experiencing for well over a week still getting to me, but the news my doctor had given me could’ve knocked me over with a feather. What I had suspected as a bout of the flu was much more.
Because my symptoms hadn’t seemed to be improving, I’d left work early to get in an appointment with my primary doctor. Now, I was headed home. If I could make it without having to stop and throw up every fifty feet.
Thankfully, I was able to make it to the parking garage of my doctor’s office, in my car, and complete the twenty-five minute drive back to the luxury condo that Robert and I shared without too many problems. I entered the three-thousand-square-foot condo, with nearly panoramic views of the city of Williamsport, and fell back against the closed door. A wistful smile touched my lips at the memory of Robert bringing me back here after we’d married in Vegas. To my surprise, he’d arranged for all of my belongings to be moved into his place before we even arrived home. It took a couple of weeks for us to decide which of my belongings we’d keep and which ones of his. Granted, most of his stuff was more modern, higher quality, and definitely more expensive, but I still coveted everything I’d been able to purchase myself, with my own money.
“Oh no!” I blurted out, covering my mouth and running as fast as my legs would carry me to our first floor guest bathroom. As soon as I made it inside, and lifted the toilet seat, the contents of my lunch from earlier in the day spilled out of my mouth. I’d only managed to have some chicken noodle soup and a small piece of bread for lunch, thinking that was all I could keep down. Yet, that was a lie, because I’d just heaved it all up.
I cleaned up the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and slowly made my way upstairs to the master bedroom that Robert and I shared. I entered to our adjoining bathroom to brush my teeth first, to get rid of that awful taste of vomit in my mouth. Next, I headed straight to the bed, work clothes and all. The only thing I managed to remove were the three-inch black pumps I’d worn to work that day. I let them sit right by the side of the bed, not bothering to neatly store them in the closet with my other shoes, as I often chastised my husband for not doing. Pulling back the blanket, I sighed deeply in relief as my tired body burrowed into the coolness of the sheets. I was out like a light. I had the best sleep I’d had in quite a few weeks.
Suddenly, I awakened without opening my eyes. The room was completely silent. There was no hint or sign that I wasn’t alone, yet somehow, I knew I wasn’t. Someone was watching me. Intently.
Slowly, I peeled my eyes open. I had to blink a few times to adjust to the low lighting in the room. The sunlight that had been highly visible prior to my nap was no longer there. I couldn’t tell if it was because the shades were drawn or if I had managed to sleep well past my anticipated twenty or thirty minutes. When I turned my head, my eyes collided with the dark brown eyes that I didn’t need more light to recognize.
However, the look in those eyes stole my breath. Robert stared at me as if assessing my every move. Methodically, his eyes trailed from my face, down my body that was mostly still covered by the blanket. When his eyes met mine again, he rose from the low-sitting, cushioned chair that was positioned in the far corner of our bedroom. I could hear his footsteps as he padded across the carpeted floor.
When he reached the bed, his hand moved, pushing a stray lock of my hair out of my face.
For some reason, I was held spellbound. Unable to push out any words as he glared down at me, his gaze both hungry, protective, and questioning. Three emotions that I wasn’t sure how to take all at once. Robert slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
He pulled back. “Tell me that I can trust you, princess.”
He didn’t yell the words. They didn’t come out as demanding. But there was an order behind them.
“You can trust me,” I responded, feeling that he needed to hear those exact words.
He leaned down, his hand going to the back of my head, pulling me to him. Our lips clashed and the kiss and contact sent chills throughout my entire body. I felt the weight of Robert’s body moving over top of me, as my back was pushed against the bed. Our lips never disconnected.
In the darkness I heard the rustling of clothing and then the warm air of the bedroom touched the skin of my bared shoulders. He was undressing me at such a rapid pace, I barely had time to catch my breath. Within minutes, Robert and I were both naked, my arms around his neck as he stared down at me, his eyes still searching mine.
“You’re my wife. Mine,” he said harshly as if trying to prove it to the both of us.
I nodded. “Until my last breath.”
His lips covered mine and his knee pushed my knee wider, opening my body up to him. I was already primed for his entrance when he began sliding his thick cock deep inside of me. My back arched off the bed, pressing my sensitive nipples against his firm chest. The sensations were all too much.
I threw my head back against the pillow, moaning out his name. Robert’s lips made a trail of kisses up and down the column of my neck, as his hips continued penetrating me deeper and deeper. I wrapped my legs around his back, fusing our bodies together while he buried his face into the crook of my neck.
For some reason, this time was different. It wasn’t frenzied or hurried. There was passion but it wasn’t the all-consuming, overwhelming passion that I’d become used to from my husband. His strokes were almost lazy, as he dragged his long length in and out of my body. Every few strokes, he’d adjust his hips to reach contact with a different angle inside of me. He hit my G-spot over and over, making just enough contact each time to send chills throughout the entirety of my body, but pulling back before he pushed too far and made me come.
It was a dizzying experience. One that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Come for me, princess.” The magic words.
He loved it when I came on his orders. I’d managed to stave off my orgasm for those exact instructions. And I let the feelings overcome me until I was coming. Toes curled, heart racing, thighs tightening around his hips coming.
By the time my body let up, my arms felt like Jell-O as they fell to the side of the bed and I laid back against the pillows, still working hard to control my breathing.
Robert pulled out from inside of me, but still remained over top of me, staring down at me.
“Are you still not feeling well?”
I wrinkled my forehead in confusion before remembering that I had indeed not been feeling well. That morning I’d told him I might make a trip to the doctor’s office due to what I’d thought was the flu.
Reaching up with my arms again, I circled his broad, sweaty shoulders.
“I’m feeling better, but it turns out there is something the doctors found.”
