Chapter 26

chapter twenty-six

Addie

Grant lifts me off my feet at the same time that I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me toward the bedroom without ever breaking our kiss. It feels different somehow, charged in a way that it's never felt like before. and maybe that's because now we both know that this isn't fake. That the way we feel is real. And that changes everything.

It feels surreal, that as much of a mess my life has been, it led me here. To him.

He walks us into the bedroom, pushing the door shut with his foot, then tearing his lips away from my lips, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, down to the sensitive column of my neck.

My head feels dizzy, and my pulse races. The feeling of his lips searing along my skin has my toes curling and my fingers sliding to tug at the short hair at his nape. Everything feels on fire, a tangible burn that continues to ignite with each press of his lips and drag of his tongue along my heated skin.

A whimper falls from my lips, and he lifts his head, his eyes connecting with mine. The hunger blazing inside of them gives me confidence I never thought I could possess. It gives me the boldness to show him just how much I love him and how safe I feel with him.

How much I trust him to take care of me. When there's never been anyone in my life that I could trust this way.

I unwrap my legs carefully from around his waist, sliding down every inch of his hard, unyielding body until my feet touch the hardwood. Pulling in a deep, shaky breath, I take two steps back and gaze up at him, holding his eyes as I reach for the hem of my dress and pull it over my head.

The matching bra and panties that I ordered probably aren't very sexy… it's not like I have a lot of experience in the matter, but I know that Grant loves it when I wear blue. The lace set hugs my curves and flatters my figure.

Clearly, my husband likes it because there's an audible hiss that fills the room when the dress hits the floor, and I drag my gaze back to his. I watch as his throat bobs, his expression a mixture of hunger and reverence.

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 y ou ," 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?"

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.

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.

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."