Page 9 of Dear Bookworm Beauty
She can't see it, but I roll my eyes at her comment that I can't carry her. I don't put her down until we are in the bedroom, with the door closed, and I drop her on the bed. Laurel bounces, and I get harder at the sight of her full breasts spilling partially out of her bra.
“I could have walked.” She tries to glare at me, but I can see the twinkle in her eyes.
“I couldn’t take the chance that you’d get distracted by something along the way.”
“You mean in the twenty feet from the library to this room?”
I lean over her and press a trail of kisses down her neck. “Exactly.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
I pull back to look her in the eyes. I don't want this to sound like some line because it isn't. It's the god's honest truth.
“And you are so unbelievably beautiful that I still can’t believe that I’m here with you.”
LAUREL
If Grant isn’t careful, my downstairs may just burst into flames from just the way he’s staring at me. How is it possible that a man can give you a look that feels like it’s filled with unrestrained desire and loving tenderness at the same time?
“Wait—” I hold up my hand to stop him. Grant hovers above me, the adorable crease forming between his brows. “I just want you to check that this isn’t some antique bed that we are about to deflower.”
Grant laughs. “If it’s an antique, I doubt we would be the first to do what we are about to do, but I will check if it gives you peace of mind.”
“It will.”
He pushes off the bed and checks the mattress. “Unless they had orthopedic mattresses back in Josephine’s time, this is not an antique.”
“Oh good,” I breathe out. “Now get up here.”
Grant moves quickly and is back on the bed in a blink of an eye. His lips find mine, and I ease back into the soft mattress. The feel of his strong hands moving slowly down my body is incredible. From my breasts and over my stomach to the button on my jeans, working to open them. He slips his hands beneath the silk fabric of my panties. A moan escapes my lips when his fingertips brush against my clit, my back arching off the bed.
“Yes,” I cry out. “Right there.”
Usually, I'd feel a bit embarrassed by how quickly his touch has brought me to the brink, but right now, all I care about is enjoying every sensation of his touch, his kiss, his taste. Grant increases the speed, and I can feel myself inching closer to the edge.
“You are so beautiful,” he says against my lips. “I want you to come.”
The authoritative tone in his voice does something to me I never could have expected, and I find myself getting lost in the bliss of orgasm. Grant doesn’t stop circling with his fingertips until my body settles beneath his.
"That was incredible," I say when I can finally find my voice.
“That’s just the beginning.”
Grant reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt forward and off, tossing it to the floor. My eyes drink in the beauty of what I felt before in the library. The cut in his hips, pointing down to his hard cock is nearly enough to push me over the edge again, but I hold out.
The rest of our clothes find their way to the floor before we settle under the covers, just a tangle of limbs. Grant settles between my thighs, his dick pushing against the slick seam of my pussy. My eagerness to feel him inside me has me reaching around him to grab his ass and pull him towards me. He doesn't need any more prompting. He knows what I want, what we both want.
Grant pushes against my entrance, slowly at first to let my body adjust to his thick size. Once he’s pushed as far in as he can go, he picks up the speed. In and out, he pumps inside me. The friction of our bodies joined, increasing the pleasure to unparalleled peaks. With each thrust, we push closer and closer to the edge, ready to be consumed by the bliss of lovemaking. I hold on to his biceps as the pleasure takes control, and I get lost again. My inner muscles tighten, taking Grant with me. I feel his body tense with the spasm of his release.
Grant buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breathing as ragged as my own. We each cling to one another, desperate to stay tethered to this moment. Together. Always.
6
LAUREL
I wake up just as the sun is starting to lighten the sky. Grant’s warm body is pressed against mine with his strong arm wrapped around my waist. I thought I felt at home in his arms earlier by the tree, but this feeling right here is everything. It's everything I've ever hoped of feeling when I met the man I'd fall in love with, and it surpasses everything I dreamed that it could feel like. I’ve read it in books. I’ve seen it in movies. But until this moment, I never thought I could fall so quickly and so completely for anyone.
I think about Josephine, in this very same house, thinking about her love. It's the only thing at the moment that could have popped this little bubble I'm feeling. Why should I get the chance at the happily ever after when Josephine didn't? Her letter—
