Page 93 of Walkoff Wedding

Reaching behind me, I slowly unclasp my bra despite my trembling hands. I hold his eyes as I slowly drag the straps down my arms, letting the bra slide off to hit the hardwood.

Even though I’m nervous, I know with absolute certainty that this is what I want. That Grant is who I want.

My fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, and I languidly drag them down my hips until they’re pooling at my feet, leaving me completely and utterly naked.

“Baby…” he murmurs darkly, his gaze dropping to my chest and lingering, making my core throb and my nipples tighten into taut, hard peaks. Heat pools in my belly as his eyes slide lower, doing an agonizingly slow perusal of my bare skin like he’s memorizing every inch. I’m throbbing with every touch of his gaze.

There was a time where I felt self-conscious and so nervous that I couldn’t imagine ever being naked in front of my husband, but now… there’s nothing I want as badly as the feel of his hands dragging languidly over my skin.

“I’m ready… I- I want you, Grant. I want to share this with you,” I whisper, stepping closer until I stop right in front of him, the heat of his body radiating against my bare skin and sending a shiver down my spine.

A beat passes between us, the seconds tangible as his stormy eyes search mine before he lunges forward, his hands sliding along my jaw as his mouth crashes against mine. My hands fly to the top of his as he kisses me so frantically, so desperately, that I’m holding on simply so my legs won’t give out beneath me. He teases at the seam of my lips, and the moment that I open for him, he delves in, his tongue dancing with mine, swallowing the needy, desperate whimper straight from me.

His hands slide down my body, palming my butt and lifting me off my feet, carrying me toward the bed. He gently sets me onto the mattress, hovering over me with impossibly dark and hungry eyes.

“Are you sure, Addie? I don’t want you to feel pressured, because, baby, I’d wait for the rest of my life if I had to an?—”

I stop him with a finger pressed to his lips and a shake of my head. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you, and I want this to be ours.” My fingers brush along the dark blond hair brushing his forehead, pushing it back as I gaze up at him. “The only thing that has ever truly been my decision is this.”

“And you have no fucking idea how much it means to me, Addie. How much you mean to me. I love you so much.”

The words wash over me, causing my heart to thrash wildly, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever get over hearing him say those words.

Grant rises, standing from the bed, and quickly makes work of his button-down and slacks. The sculpted muscles of his abdomen flex as he stands in front of me with nothing but those tight black boxer briefs that mold to every inch of his dick. It’s hard and tenting the fabric, and I want to wrap my palm around him.

I want to feel him come apart the same way that I do when he touches me.

“Stop looking at me like that, baby,” he murmurs hoarsely. My gaze lifts, and I see a tortured expression on his handsome face.

“Why?” I ask innocently.

I know exactly the way I’m looking at him, but I love when he says dirty things that make me throb.

“Because I want to last when I fuck my wife for the first time.”

Oh. God.

My thighs press together, and my core clenches with each raspy syllable. I’m already so wet I can feel my arousal coating my inner thighs.

I’m almost ashamed of how turned on I am for him.

He strides forward, his large palms sliding up my thighs as the mattress dips and he hovers over me. He leans forward, capturing my hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting until I’m nearly panting beneath him. Then, he moves on to the other, giving it an equal amount of tortured attention.

His teeth scrape along the peak, and my back arches as my fingers slide into his hair, anchoring him in place. Pulling back, he looks up at me with a slight curve of his lip. “I love how responsive you are.”

Pressing a kiss to the center of my chest, he trails his lips lower, using his tongue to trace a heated path down my stomach until he grips my thighs, gently spreading them open.

He settles his broad shoulders between my parted legs and grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He presses sweet, searing kisses along the inside of my ankle, trailing his lips up over my calves until his lips meet my inner thighs.

I suck in a shallow gasp at the sensation. He’s so close to my core that I can feel his hot, panting breath, and my heart thuds in my chest so hard that I feel like I may faint.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to eat my wife’s pussy? How badly I’ve wanted to fuck you with my tongue, to suck your sensitive little clit between my lips and see if your skin flushed the same pink as your cheeks?” he rasps.

I’m so flustered, so turned on, that I’m not sure I could speak right now even if I wanted to.

When he blows softly on my slick flesh, I whimper hoarsely, my fingers fisting into the soft sheets beneath me until they ache.

“It’s all I’ve thought about. Tasting you, making you come on my face. Can I, baby? Can I taste how fucking sweet you are?”

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