A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 71 - Whirring Thoughts

Time Jump: The Day of Althea's Departure

A bright sliver of sunlight woke me up from my deep slumber, my hand immediately going to cover it from my view when it mysteriously disappeared. I was too tired to open my eyes and investigate what happened to the light, and chose to curl up in my heated bed instead. I don't think I have ever been more comfortable than I am right now. I could stay here forever. With that thought, I fell asleep, with no worries whatsoever. 

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My eyes fluttered open what must have been hours later, and with a groan, I nestled further into this warm thing in my bed. I was cold, and whatever this was, was warm, and god did it feel nice. My head lay on the warm, more rigid surface, and my hand randomly rested wherever it pleased. However, a hiss and the redirection of my hand were strange enough to make me lift my head up and look around. However, my morning vision without my glasses was absolute shit, and everything was incredibly blurry.

My hand came up to touch the face above me, attempting to map out the features. "Is that you George?" I groaned, my voice raspy and low from sleep. I heard a low chuckle and saw vague movement from said person. I was about to rub my eyes to see better when my glasses were delicately placed on my face, clearing up the world and my darling boy. "It is!" I beamed, reassured enough to rest my head back on his chest. 

"Why don't you wear your glasses more often, my beautiful Althea Jane?" George whispered lovingly as his fingers delicately brushed curls away from my neck and face. 

"I look so bad with glasses on," I said quite carelessly while groaning, stretching my legs under the blanket. What baffled me was that being able to see was a privilege. Can you believe that? Many times I have found myself asking how people who are not able to or do not have access to prescription glasses do it. Prescription glasses, in my opinion, should be free to anyone who needs them.

"You do not look bad with glasses on, darling. I think you look absolutely ravishing in them." George said as he tipped my head back like he does when we're in dogg- never mind! His compliment and the action made me blush, although I did not think he would notice. Who am I kidding - George always notices.

Avoiding eye contact, I said playfully, "You are the only person on earth who thinks so." With a sigh, I went to get up to get dressed in something that was not his black shirt and nothing else when his large hand wrapped around the back and sides of my throat, pulling me back towards the slightly possessive boy. 

Not to be kinky, but him pulling me by the throat was hot as fuck, but I didn't really have the time to think about that as I was thrown onto the bed on my back, my hair sprawled around my head like a messy halo. George appeared above me with his hand still holding my throat, feeling my pulse quicken with every passing moment. He kissed my jaw, behind my ear, and finally my lips, his passion making me forget my previous tiredness.  

"Do I have to fuck you with these bloody glasses to get you to believe me?" His low and husky morning voice sent shivers down my spine. 

I shrugged, loving the way his hand around my neck squeezed at the sides teasingly. "My glasses could not possibly turn you on," I said while rolling my eyes, the action making his hand tighten and his other hand tantalizingly trail up my leg.

"Oh love, you have no idea." He groaned before bending down to kiss me again, using my current distraction to bring his hand under his shirt, cupping my breast and gracing my skin with worshipping touches. I moaned lustfully which wound him up some more, and with a groan on his end, he broke the kiss. "After this, I want you to think of how well I fuck you whenever you wear your glasses." His fingers trailed down to my apex, rubbing slow circles that made me buck my hips for more. "Today, darling, I'm going to give you everything you need and more." He whispered in my ear, the pace of his fingers quickening in correspondence to the growing pressure in my abdomen.