Page 95 of Walkoff Wedding

Apparently, my expression reflects the brief hesitation, and he chuckles lightly.

“Are you worried about something?”

Dragging my teeth along my bottom lip, I nod. “I… I’m not sure how that is going to fit in there.” My gaze shifts between us, and this time, he laughs, the deep timbre filling the room.

He reaches for my face, palming the curve of my jaw in his hand. “Trust me, wife, it’ll fit.”

Wife.

I’m truly convinced there is nothing better than hearing him whisper those words while my hand is wrapped around the evidence of how badly he wants me.

A deep, guttural noise rumbles from the back of his throat when I squeeze him in my hand and then gently pump him. “Fuuuck.”

I repeat the motion, earning another sharp hiss as his head falls against my shoulder, and his eyes drop shut.

“Like this?” I ask.

His mouth parts, and he nods.

Only a second later, he’s pulling my hand free with a tight shake of his head. “I’m really fucking trying not to embarrass myself right now, but I’m about to come.”

“I want you inside me. Please, Grant.”

He whispers a curse, sitting up on his knees as he peers down at me and begins to work his boxers off. His dick bobs free, and my eyes widen at seeing the size up close for the first time.

God, it looks even bigger than it feels.

Long and thick. He’s impossibly hard. There’s a prominent vein running up the side and a thick, deep pink head that’s glistening with a pearl of cum from the slit.

I swallow roughly at the same time I press my thighs together, the familiar dull ache returning as arousal spirals inside of me. My husband is that hard for me.

I want him. I want this with him, and I’m ready.

Reaching for the nightstand, he opens the drawer, and I hear the rustle of foil.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can, baby, I promise,” he whispers as he tears it open, sheathing himself in one swift motion before fitting his hips between my parted thighs. I can feel his dick, heavy and thick, pressing against me. Even though there is a part of me that’s still nervous, there’s an even bigger part of me that’s beyond ready to share this with Grant.

He leans forward, pressing his lips gently against me, kissing me so tenderly that I feel hot tears well in my eyes. He’s so attentive and gentle and always seems to know exactly what I need.

Like he sometimes knows me better than I even know myself.

His tongue tangles unhurriedly with mine as he reaches between us and gently hitches my leg up around his hip, then drags his erection through my pussy lips slowly, coating him with my arousal.

The head of his dick nudges against my clit, and I suck in a sharp breath against his mouth.

“If you want to stop, all you have to do is tell me, okay?” he says with sincerity, his hand gently rubbing my leg hitched around him.

I nod silently, sliding my hands around his hips to his back, pulling him to me.

His palm curves around my hips as he slowly pushes into me. The pain is sharp and searing at first, an unexpected gasp tumbling from my lips at the sensation.

Grant drops his forehead to mine as my eyes squeeze shut. “I’m so sorry, baby. I can st?—”

“Don’t you dare,” I mutter, opening my eyes to peer up at him. “I want you to keep going. I’ll be okay. I just need to get used to it.”

Without another word, he nods and flexes his hips forward inch by inch, gently pushing into me.

I feel the moment where he breaks through the barrier inside of me that has fire coursing through me. It hurts, but it only lasts for a fleeting moment as he pushes to the hilt.

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