Page 94 of Walkoff Wedding

Pulling my lip between my teeth, I nod. “Y-yes.”

His palms slide up my inner thighs, and then I feel his fingers brushing against my fluttering center, causing me to suck in a stuttering breath.

Grant’s barely touched me, and yet I feel like I could combust at any given moment already. It’s dizzying. Using his fingers, he spreads me wide, the cool air hitting my exposed core, and groans raggedly.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. Already so wet and needy for me. Look at the mess you’ve made.”

Rising on my elbows, I glance down to see him admiring me with such raw hunger and want in his eyes that I shiver, goose bumps erupting along my flesh.

Grant staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen makes me feel desired and wanted in a way that I know only he will ever be able to make me feel.

He dips his head and drags his flattened tongue up my slit torturously slowly. The groan that spills from his mouth sends a vibration through me, and my thighs try to press together, desperate for any way of relieving the ache that’s throbbing inside of me.

“Oh… god.”

My husband between my thighs, eating me like a man possessed, is going to be seared into my memory forever. There’s nothing sexier than seeing him be so turned on by bringing me pleasure.

My head falls back against my shoulders, my eyes squeezing shut as he begins to eat me, each swipe of his tongue sending me spiraling into a state of euphoria.

God, it feels… there are no words. My brain is hazy, my attention unfocused as I fall back against the mattress.

Over and over, he laps at me, circling my clit with this tongue, flicking my sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue until I’m writhing. And then he sucks my clit into his mouth roughly, working it between his lips, alternating the pressure, and my hips buck off the bed. Reaching up, he flattens his palm along my belly to hold me still while he licks my pussy as if he’s starving.

“Grant…” Unable to stop, I cry out. My hands fly to his hair, grasping at the strands, tugging harder with each pull of my clit into his mouth.

He slides his thick finger inside of me, thrusting it in time with the flick of his tongue, and my back arches off the mattress, pushing my core against his mouth, chasing the blinding intensity building inside of me.

“Squeeze my finger, baby. Suck me into your greedy little pussy,” he murmurs, curling his finger upward to rub the spot inside of me that has the corners of my vision darkening. “I can’t wait to watch my cock sliding in your cunt, stretching around me, taking every inch of me.” He adds another finger, and my back bows, my breath stuttering as the feeling of being full overtakes me.

The filthy words have me flooding his finger with arousal, and I realize just how much I love to hear him talk like this. I want to hear him whisper dirty words into my ear as he moves inside me, skin to skin.

I’m so close, my orgasm building higher and higher, pulsing as he thrusts his fingers, heat flooding my lower belly.

“Come for me, baby. Be a good little wife and soak your husband’s tongue with your cum. “

It only takes one more pump of his fingers and lash of his tongue on my clit and I’m soaring, the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced ripping through me like a torrential current.

I choke out a sated whimper, my voice no longer even my own. My fingers tighten in his hair as my climax pulses through me with such intensity that my legs tremble violently.

It’s euphoria in its purest form, and I’m addicted.

I sag into the mattress as I pant, unable to hold my eyes open as he pulls every ounce of pleasure out of me until I’m a limp, sated mess.

“The most perfect little wife,” he whispers against my heated skin, pressing a single kiss to my still-throbbing clit.

I’m quite actually speechless.

When he crawls up my body, hovering over me, only then do I pry my eyes open and stare up at him hazily.

“We can stop right here, baby, if you want and do nothing else,” he says with such fierce sincerity that my chest physically aches.

I can’t believe that this is the man I get to love.

That he’s mine.

“I want you. I want to feel you inside me,” I say.

Reaching between us, I slide my shaking fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and curve my palm around his erection. He’s so big that my fingers don’t meet, and for a split second, I consider changing my mind, only because… I’m concerned if he’s going to fit. There’s just no possible way, even with how wet I still am for him.

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