Page 71 of Walkoff Wedding

I’m embarrassingly wet, and when I glance down, I see the damp spot I’m leaving on his briefs. My nails dig into his chest as he guides my hips slowly back and forth in a steady, languid rhythm that nearly drives me to insanity.

My eyes flutter closed, and I lose myself in the sensation until I feel his thumb dip beneath the fabric of my panties as he pulls them to the side, forcing my eyes to snap open. When they land on him, his pillowy lips are parted, and his hungry gaze is fixed on my core, watching me, devouring me with his eyes.

“You have no idea how fucking pretty you are. Fuck, I can’t wait to eat you. I want you to sit on my face until I can’t fucking breathe, baby.”

His filthy words wash over me, stroking something inside of me that I never knew existed, and I buck my hips harder over his length. This time, the head of him rubs against my clit roughly, and a whimper rakes out of me.

“Mmm, does my wife like when I talk dirty to her?”

I can only manage a moan of approval as I rotate my hips with the guidance of his hands.

“I can tell you do by the way you’re soaking my cock. Look at the mess you’ve made.” I follow his gaze down to where we’re fitted together and see now that the front of his boxers is completely soaked with the combination of us.

I bite back a moan and exhale shakily. His dirty mouth, the feel of him pressing against my clit, his hands at my hips, it’s all too much. I’m already… close.

My muscles coil and tighten as I roll my hips, chasing the feeling.

Grant sits up and flexes his dick against me at the same time his mouth closes gently around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. A ragged, hoarse whimper breaks free as I slide my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers into the short hair at his nape, holding him to me.

He rolls my nipple between his teeth, a new, foreign sensation of pain and pleasure that my body can hardly process.

“Grant. Oh… God. That. Th?—”

The room echoes with a pop of his mouth pulling free, and he stares at me heavy-lidded, his chest heaving at nearly the same pace as my heart, a frantic beat that has my head swimming.

Light dances along the corner of my vision as he slides his arms around my back and holds me to him, flexing his hips as I search for my release.

“I’m…” I barely get the words out of my mouth as I detonate, my eyes slamming shut, my head falling back as my entire body seizes with climax. My legs tremble at the blinding intensity, wave after wave rocking my entire body until it feels as if every ounce of pleasure has been wrung from me.

Grant groans jaggedly against my chest, and I pry my eyes open, watching as the muscles of his abdomen contract, his hips jutting against me as he comes.

It is absolutely the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced in my life… and by far the hottest.

He continues to slowly rock his hips against me, drawing out the last of his orgasm. We’re a mess, covered in a combination of the both of us, a sight that I never imagined could be this… sexy.

The only sound in the room is our labored breathing, a mixture of heavy pants and our attempts to control them.

Grant’s mouth hovers over my sweat-slicked skin, pressing a path of kisses upward until he reaches my lips. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, tangling with mine, until I have to tear myself away to suck in a ragged breath.

His lip twitches. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait another fucking second to kiss you.”

“Then by all means… Maybe you should do it again?” I respond in a low, sultry murmur.

And so he does.

chapter twenty

Grant

I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been inside the campus library, and today is one of them.

Not that I’m here to study. I’m only gracing the OU library with my presence to see Addie.

When she texted me this morning that she was going straight to the library after working her shift at the bakery, I wanted to make sure she ate something.

At least that’s what I’m going to tell her. Because I can’t admit that I just wanted to see her. I was so exhausted that when she crawled out of bed this morning at her normal 3:00 a.m. time, I didn’t even stir.

I can’t tell her how much I’ve gotten used to waking up beside her for the last couple of weeks or how much I look forward to spending our mornings together while she does yoga or we cook breakfast.

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