*
Sebastian’s tongue was wicked and, the minute he touched her, Carla’s senses swam. She gripped the quilt under her and prayed he’d let up, even though she knew he wouldn’t. Her husband loved having his face between her thighs and, on a few occasions, had gotten off when he brought her to climax.
The combination of his tongue and fingers would send her into bliss within seconds, and today was proving to be the same.
His hands curved under her ass to hold her open and then his eyes met hers. She knew that look. He wanted to watch her fall apart on his mouth.
Cupping her breasts, she rolled and pinched her nipples as Sebastian’s eyes went dark with lust. She didn’t miss his hips as they constantly rolled into the bed.
“Inside me,” she gasped, changing her mind. “Oh, God, Sebastian. I want you to come inside me. Now.”
Her husband surged up like his ass was on fire and thrust into her. She didn’t have time to catch her breath before their lips sealed together and her vaginal walls started to milk Sebastian’s release from him.
They groaned and gasped and Carla couldn’t stop her * from clenching hold of Sebastian’s cock. She felt his hot seed as he filled her up, but all it did was set her off again as she screamed her ecstasy into his mouth. Her * and breasts were so sensitive, more so than ever before. Even when Sebastian tried to ease her down with his slow thrusting, her body trembled and rippled against his length. Their gaze met and held, as her slow blast of ecstasy washed over them both.
Sebastian was still hard inside her, but she had no clue how he’d find the energy to go another round. Her orgasm had lasted longer than any before and had felt amazing. Her * had pulled on her husband’s hard flesh, which had him coming hard, and long. In fact, he’d released so much jizz that she felt it running out of her while he slowly moved.
“Fuck,” Sebastian finally breathed, his head dropping to her shoulder. “You nearly killed me.”
She tried to tug him down on top of her but, instead, he rolled to his side, and dragged one of her legs over the curve of his hip to keep them joined.
“I have no words.”
“You milked everything out of me, babe.”
She smiled against him while he made sure she was comfortable, and then he mumbled. “Go to sleep.”
She felt him slip out of her just as she drifted into sleep.
“How are you feeling?” Sebastian asked on the way up to the doctor’s office.
Carla gave him a weak smile but it was short lived as she turned green before his eyes. She twisted toward the window and rolled it down before she drew in a deep breath of crisp, fresh air. “I’m okay, just have a little car sickness,” she said when her color finally came back.
Sebastian nodded and slid his free hand into hers as he navigated into the parking lot. He didn’t say anything, but Sebastian was sure that he knew what was wrong with her…even if his clueless wife didn’t. Or, at least, he hoped he was right about what was actually wrong. Despite the brave front, Sebastian knew that Carla had to be worried. This morning, when he broached the subject of a doctor’s visit, Carla had agreed, which was unlike her. There was no way that Carla would go to the doctor’s if she thought it was just a common cold or something similar.
“I’m not too bad now. At least, I don’t think I am.” She chewed her lip and met his stare. “Perhaps we should go home. She’s probably busy and it was probably something I ate.”
“No. We’re here now so we might as well get you checked out. And, if you think about it, you didn’t eat all night so it can’t be something you ate. You’d have been sick last night if that was the case.”
“True.”
He knew that his wife hated visiting the doctor’s and that she’d wanted to stay home. But she’d felt unwell for a few mornings now and he wondered…
“We’re here,” he announced, unnecessarily, considering the elevator had stopped with the doors swooshing open.
“Perhaps the doc needs to check you out because you’re acting strange,” Carla said dryly.
He smiled but didn’t rise to her bait. “No stranger than usual, babe.”
She raised a brow in his direction before they were interrupted.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie, the doctor is waiting for you both.” The receptionist seemed pleasant enough.
He held the door for her and, as they walked inside, the doctor got to her feet. “Carla, come in and have a seat.”
Being inside the room always made him nervous. He had no idea why because he’d never had a bad experience at the doctor’s.
He took hold of his wife’s hand when he sat beside her and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t sure how he was going to ask the doc to give her the test that he wanted.
“So, what’s the problem?”