Page 96 of Walkoff Wedding

His arms shake in restraint as he holds himself above me, unmoving, giving my body a chance to acclimate to him.

Reaching between us, he skims his thumb along my clit, soft, steady circles that have me quickly forgetting about the pain altogether.

The combination of his rhythmic thrumming of my clit and the feel of him buried deep, stretching me, replaces the pain with an insatiable need for… more.

My fingers dig into his skin, signaling for more, and he lifts his eyes to mine.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes… You can move,” I whisper.

His eyes darken, and he leans down, brushing his lips against mine, swallowing the whimper that escapes when he withdraws and slowly thrusts back in. Again and again, he moves slowly, winding up a string of something tight inside of me until I’m ready to beg for more.

Nothing has ever felt as good as feeling full of my husband. “More, please.”

Grasping my hip, he thrusts harder, deeper, reaching a spot I’ve never felt, and my toes curl against his back as blinding pleasure courses through me.

“You feel so good, baby, so goddamn tight I’m losing my fucking mind,” he rasps, surging forward and bottoming out inside of me. Every stroke of hips has his pelvis brushing against my clit, and the movement is sending my senses into overdrive. It’s maddening, and I’m desperate to come. “I need you to come for me. I need to feel you coming on my cock for the first time.”

Grant dips his head to my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth as he rocks his hips, rolling the taut peak between his lips roughly, and pleasure rips through me, splitting me open wide.

The unexpected orgasm hits me with blinding intensity, my head falling back against the mattress as I clamp down, pulsing around my husband’s dick.

“Grant, Grant, Grant,” I chant.

His forehead falls to the center of my chest as he groans hoarsely and thrusts deep one last time. I feel the hot lash of his cum filling the condom, and it sends a wave of aftershocks through me, wringing every ounce of pleasure from my body.

My chest heaves as he sags against me, our sweat-slicked skin bleeding together until I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

I’ve never felt so close to another person. Never felt so raw and vulnerable, and I know with all my heart that I’ll always be safe with Grant. I’ll always be cherished, and loved, and protected. He proves that every day, not just with his words but with his actions, and I’ve learned that is what really matters.

“I love you, Addie.” His words are whispered against my skin, sinking into me. “I’m never going to stop loving you the way you deserve. You will always be the most important thing to me.”

Tears well in my eyes as an overwhelming sense of emotions wash over me. I run my fingers through his damp hair, holding on to him so tightly that I never want to let go.

“I love you,” I reply quietly.

We stay that way for so long that I nearly fall asleep, my limbs heavy with exhaustion but Grant finally lifts his head, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips before he lifts himself off me and gently withdraws from my body.

I wince at the movement, and his brow furrows, a look of worry sliding onto his face.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss along my lower stomach. “Give me a second.”

When I nod, he pushes himself off the plush mattress and strides to the bathroom, returning a minute or so later with a damp washcloth in his hand. I’m so exhausted that I can hardly keep my eyes open, but I attempt to as he climbs back onto the bed, and then I feel the warm cloth between my legs as he gently cleans my sensitive core with achingly tender movements. A comfortable silence hangs in the air, only the sound of our soft breathing as Grant does what he always does—takes care of me.

My fingers find the smooth strands of his hair, raking slowly through them. I’d never given a lot of thought to what losing my virginity would actually be like; I thought maybe awkward and only painful. But as Grant puts the washcloth away and crawls back into bed with me, I realize that I couldn’t have imagined anything more perfect than this moment with the man I love.

“Are you feeling okay, baby?” His voice tickles my ear as he pulls me into his body, the scent of him surrounding me completely.

My head falls against his chest, hearing the steady, rhythmic beat that feels a lot like my own.

“I’m feeling like I love you, Grant Bergeron.”

chapter twenty-seven

Grant

Sunlight streams through the window, bathing the bedroom in a warm, golden glow. The sun is rising higher, so it must be almost seven.

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