Page 70 of Walkoff Wedding

He slowly slides his hands up my stomach, creating a trail of fire over every inch of skin that he touches, until he cups my breasts in his palms once more.

My skin feels like it’s on fire as he brushes the pad of his thumb over my nipple, whispering roughly, “I never want you to question whether I want you, Addie. I never want it to cross your mind. Just feel what you do to me simply by touching you.”

His hips press forward, his erection hard and thick against my back. My lips part on an audible gasp, and my throat works as I attempt to breathe.

It feels as big as it looks, and the dull ache between my thighs turns into an incessant pulse of pleasure that throbs in sync with my racing heart. Every breath tightens the pull in my belly, and I’m nearly delirious with the need for him to touch me again… there.

But I’m too… timid to ask. The thought of having to say it out loud is too daunting.

“Feel what my wife does to me.” His breath tickles the shell of my ear, and I tremble. “I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want you, Addie.”

My voice shakes, matching the tremble of my body as I whisper, “Then… have me.”

His groan vibrates against my skin, rumbling from his chest. “Baby, you wanted slow. And I’m trying to respect that.”

I did say that, but when I said slow… I didn’t mean the torturous kind. Now that I know what it feels like to be touched by him, I’m craving… more.

“Maybe not this slow?”

Grant’s brows inch together as he holds my gaze through the mirror. “Are you asking for more?”

Shyly, I nod. My teeth graze my bottom lip when he sweeps his thumb across my nipple in an unhurried stroke.

“I’ll never deny my wife. If you want more, then that’s what you’ll get, baby.”

The husky, deep baritone of his voice has my thighs clenching, something he immediately notices through the mirror.

Suddenly, his hands fall from my breasts, and he takes a step back, his chest heaving like I’ve never seen.

“On the bed.”

My eyes bounce from him to the unmade bed, and with only a second of a pause, I hurry over and sit on the edge of the mattress.

He walks over to where I’m sitting, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

My nipples are tight and aching as I watch him quickly strip down until he’s in nothing but a pair of dark gray briefs that leave nothing to the imagination. I swallow roughly at the sight of his erection, hard and straining, pressing against the fabric.

I slide my gaze higher, roving over the rows of sculpted abs, to his broad chest, and finally to his face. His eyes are nearly black as he sits on the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

“Come here, baby.”

I’m nearly shaking as I crawl over to him, the soft mattress sinking below my hands. Even though there’s no one I’d rather give all of my firsts to, it’s still as nerve-racking as it is exciting exploring these things.

When I stop in front of him, he reaches for me, curving a large palm over my hips as he hauls me onto his lap. My thighs fall to each side of his legs, straddling him. Feeling every inch of him pressed against my core, I bite back a traitorous whimper.

“Do you remember how I made you come last night?” he rasps. The pad of his thumb sweeps back and forth along the curve of my hip slowly, and I can’t help but shudder as I peer down at him with unfocused eyes.

When I nod, he says, “I want you to make yourself come on my cock.”

Oh god.

I glance down at my skirt, which is bunched around my hips now, exposing the pale yellow satin of my panties. Grant’s hands move to my thighs, and he slowly inches the fabric up, higher and higher, until the only barrier between us is my underwear and his boxers.

“I… I don’t know how.” My voice is barely a whisper, and heat rushes to my cheeks at having to admit that.

He slides his palms to my hips and rocks me slowly over him until I’m gasping at the sensation. “Just like this.”

“Oh,” I choke out when my clit drags over his erection through our clothes. The feeling is… like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s nothing like touching myself or using the pillow. It doesn’t come close to how good it feels with his hands gripping my hips, rocking me over him.

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