Page 64 of Walkoff Wedding

“What were you doing when I walked in?”

I watch as her throat works and her nostrils flare as she sucks in a shaky breath, holding my gaze on her steadily. I already know what she was doing, but I want to hear it from her mouth. I want her to tell me that she was trying to make herself come with my name on her lips.

I need to hear her say it.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed or ashamed of anything with me, Addie. Ever.” My voice comes out rougher than I intended as my hands ball into fists to stop myself from reaching for her.

After what feels like the longest stretch of time, she finally nods. She pulls her lip between her teeth before blurting out, “I… was… touching myself.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I can feel my dick throbbing to the same beat as my heart. She’s not even touched me, but the mental image of her fingers exploring her body with thoughts of me is enough to have my dick straining painfully against the fabric of my gym shorts.

The blush on her cheeks spreads lower until her pinkened skin disappears beneath the collar of the T-shirt, and she ducks her head. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” I reach out, dragging my fingers along her cheeks and brushing her hair back from her face as her gaze snaps to mine. “Not a fucking thing, Addie. I heard you… call out my name.”

She gazes up at me with doe-like eyes, “Y-you did?”

“Yeah, baby, I did,” I rasp darkly. “Do you have any idea how fucking crazy it made me hearing that?”

Her face softens with a shy smile when I call her baby, and I realize how much she likes the endearment, and I make a mental note to call her that again. As we stare at each other, her pupils expand, turning hazy and unfocused, darkening, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. It’s the only confirmation I need to continue.

I know this is probably crossing a hundred different lines that we created, but right now, I don’t have it in me to give a single fuck about it.

“That sweet, frustrated little sigh you made was almost enough to bring me to my knees. Tell me why you were so frustrated?”

Silence meets my question, but her gaze holds mine. I can see the moment she lifts her chin and decides to put it out there. All of it.

“I can’t… By myself. I…” She swallows, pulling in a ragged breath. “I can’t make myself…”

“Come?” I supply for her.

She bites her lip and nods. “It’s… Sorry, it’s so humiliating to say that out loud. I can’t even make myself… finish.”

Unable to stop myself, I reach out and run my fingers softly along her jaw before cradling it in my palm. “That’s why you had the pillow?”

Never in my life have I wanted to be a fucking pillow. Until now.

“I thought it might work this time since I’ve been…” She trails off, tearing her gaze away and dropping it to the chipped yellow paint on her nails.

I tip her chin up, dragging her attention back to me. “Been what, Addie?”

“Turned on,” she stutters quietly as her gaze lingers on mine. “All… day.”

I spent the entire night trying to think about anything other than the feel of her in my lap, the taste of her on my lips, and she was feeling the same thing, fighting the same battle and failing.

I know I shouldn’t… but I can’t stop myself from dipping my head down to her mouth. I brush my lips gently along hers, pausing when I feel her breath hitch. “Tell me what it feels like.” Pulling back, I stare down at her, drinking in her blown pupils, wide eyes, and those pretty pink, parted lips.

She swallows visibly, lifting her hand to trace the curve of my jaw. Her fingers tremble as they ghost along my skin, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“It… aches. Like something is pulled tight inside of me that I can’t unravel.” She murmurs so quietly that I almost miss it, even being only a breath away from her lips. I can feel her panting, her breath fanning along my mouth as her chest moves in rapid succession.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to hold back the ragged, feral fucking groan that threatens to erupt from somewhere deep inside my chest.

My wife is aching.

“It’s my job to take care of my wife,” I rasp, brushing my lips against hers. The barest touch that has us both breathing heavily and her fingers digging into the bare skin of my arms. “I took vows. And… I take my vows very seriously,” I continue, never taking my eyes off her.

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