“Let go, sweetheart.”
I obey immediately, my orgasm rippling through me. “Grayson!” I cry.
“Oh, Avery—” he mutters as he finds his release. “Avery. Oh, Ave—Avery. Yes, Avery.” He repeats my name with every thrust he requires to ride out his climax. Despite my sudden exhaustion, I manage to smile—loving that my name is the one he calls when he’s consumed by our shared ecstasy. Mine.
I close my eyes as I run my fingers through his hair. He’s heavy, his body limp on top of mine, and I can barely breathe. I don’t mention it, though. I love it. I know he’ll move soon, so I enjoy the weight of him while I can.
“Avery?” His voice rumbles against my neck.
“Yes, Love?”
He lifts his head and presses a feather soft kiss against my lips. “You’re my heart. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I promise. You’re mine, too.”
He kisses me once more before sliding out of me. That's my least favorite part. I always mourn the loss of him. The initial feeling is like I'm losing a limb or something. Grayson and I were made for each other—made to love each other. Of course our separation is a fleeting sadness. The ring on my finger is my reminder that my husband and I are one in bed and out of bed for as long as we still walk this earth.
“I think we can take these off now, what do you think?” he asks, pulling me from my thoughts as he sits up to remove my shoes.
“Um, I got a little needy before. Sorry if it was uncomfortable,” I murmur, a blush creeping into my face.
He shakes his head as he tosses away one heel and begins loosening the other. He doesn't respond right away. Instead, he finishes undressing me and then crawls on top of me once more. “What'd I do?” he asks, touching the tip of his nose to mine. “When you got needy and you dug your heels into my ass, what'd I do?”
I can't contain my embarrassed giggle. “You growled,” I answer bashfully.
He grins at me before he continues. I know already what he's going to say and my stomach fills with butterflies. “And when I'm far too lost in you to use my words in order to express how much I like something, I—”
“Growl,” I finish on his behalf, grinning right along with him. As if to voice that I've spoken correctly, he growls and then begins attacking my face with kisses. I laugh and he joins in and I fall in love with him a little bit more.
I'll never stop falling in love with him. I just know it.
His attack comes to an end with one sweet opened-mouth kiss that makes me want to swoon. He then positions himself on his side and pulls me into his arms—my back to his front. “Are you tired?” I nod. It really has been a long day. “Me too. We probably should get some sleep, or I'll have to explain to mom why her daughter looks like a zombie in the morning.”
I chuckle, pulling his arm around me tighter. “A cute zombie, of course.”
“Oh, the cutest.” He pulls me even closer and I feel my eyes droop from exhaustion.
“Goodnight, Hottie.”
“Night, Shorty.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I don’t open my eyes as sleep falls away from me. Instead, I draw in a deep breath and allow myself to rest lazily in this in-between state of consciousness. It isn’t long before I notice it’s a little chilly in the room. Reluctantly, I peek open one eye, searching for the plush comforter I know rests on top of this bed. Upon noticing that Avery and I never made it under the sheets, I open both eyes to see if my girl is cold. I find her on her stomach, her arms curled up under her chest, her hair a mess that lays across her back, drapes over her shoulder, and fans across her pillow. Her head is turned away from me, so I can’t make out her face, but I can tell she’s still sleeping.
My wife can sleep through anything—even an uncomfortable chill.
Spotting the layer of goosebumps that cover her skin, I close the distance between us and wrap myself around her. The feel of my skin against hers takes me back to last night. My dick swells. I can barely remember a time in which I didn’t want Avery.
My virgin bride.
She inhales deeply as she begins to stir, turning on her side. With her back pressed to my front, I slide both arms around her and hold her close. She rests her hands on top of mine and sighs dreamily.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I murmur in reply. I press a kiss into her hair before resting my chin on top of her head.
“How long have you been awake?”
“Just a couple minutes.”
She yawns, her body arching against mine as her muscles beckon her to stretch. My dick hardens even more, pressing against her backside. “What are you thinking about over there?”
“You. Isn’t it obvious?”
She hums a sigh and wiggles her ass. “I was hoping we could go for a run this morning. Think we could head out before brunch?”
“Sure,” I murmur absentmindedly, my hand seeking out her breast. I squeeze and she shivers—only I know it’s not the cool air that effects her.
“My other half isn’t a virgin anymore. I wonder how she’s feeling this morning.” My girl giggles, her morning voice making her sound unbelievably alluring. “Do you remember our morning after brunch?”
I groan, burying my face in her neck. “How could I forget?”
She could barely walk, sore as she was.
Our first night together was intense, to say the least. I remember the way she looked the first time I made her come with my fingers; then again with my tongue. I fell in love with her even more as she gave me the one thing she’d been keeping from me—the one thing she’d been saving for her husband—her body.
However, I delivered just as much pleasure as I did pain, that night. My cock brought her to tears—and not in a good way. If she hadn’t begged me to keep going, I wouldn’t have. She held my face and told me she loved me; she told me that she was mine and that I’d waited long enough; she told me I wouldn’t break her—but it killed me to see her hurting. Even still, I couldn’t deny that she felt so damn good! Our first time gave a whole new meaning to the term guilty pleasure.
Thankfully, her tight pussy had my starved dick coming in record time. I found my release and got out. When I pulled her into my arms, I can’t say I know for sure who was comforting who more.
“You groan like you don’t remember the amazing waffles,” she teases.
“Oh, I remember the waffles,” I say softly. “I remember how I couldn’t taste them—my mouth too busy craving a different sweet treat.” I dip my hand between her legs and she responds instantly, pressing back against my throbbing erection. A smirk tugs at my lips when I sweep my fingers over her entrance and find her wet with want. “Are you thinking about waffles now?”
“Mmmm,” is all she can manage to say as I begin to rub slow circles around her clit.
I play with her for only a moment, making sure she’s ready for me before I ease my way into her from behind.
“Oh, Grayson,” she moans.
Hearing her call my name like that turns me on even more. She used to worry that she wouldn’t be able to please me in bed—that she wouldn’t be sexy enough. I still don’t think she understands just how damn hot she is.
“Tell me how you want me, Shorty. Any way you want, gorgeous.” I nibble on her earlobe and her breath hitches in her throat.
“Faster.” She speaks so softly I can barely hear her—so I speed up just barely.
“Tell me what you want, Ave.”
She arches her back even more as she applies more pressure to my hand that’s cupped around her breast. “Harder, Sonny. Faster—please.”
“Harder?” my voice rumbles huskily, her request causing my current restraint to slip a little out of my grasp.
“Please.”
My God, I love this woman. Please. She’s always asking with a please—she’s my sweetheart, even when she’s greedy.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll remember me being inside of you as
we sit through brunch. I’ll pound your pussy until it’s hard for you to stand. Is that what you want?”
She’s panting now, her body on fire with anticipation. “Yes. Please—yes!”
I pull out of her and she gasps.
“Fourteen,” I insist before she can speak. She blushes, nods, and moves into position.
When Avery and I got married, she struggled with the fact that I had a sexual history and she didn’t. It wasn’t me or my decisions that made her self-conscious; it was her fear that I would compare her to my past experiences. I tried to tell her over and over that she didn’t have to worry about it, but she swore up and down that my body would remember what my mind couldn’t. After a couple weeks of her constantly wondering if she was performing alright, we decided that we needed to talk to someone.
My counselor, referred to me by the therapist Avery helped me find in Colorado, helped us by coming up with this idea. A list. This list consists of various places and/or positions that neither of us have tried before. It’s filled up with ideas from both of us. Not only has it helped keep our sex life far from boring, but it’s helped Avery, knowing that the majority of our sexual encounters are acts that I’ve only ever shared with her.
Number fourteen is one of our favorites.
She lays on her back and bends her knees, waiting for me. I kneel in front of her before taking her and dragging her towards me. I hook one arm under each leg and she bends as I lift her lower half into the air. Without warning, I plunge my cock inside of her swollen pussy, holding back nothing as she cries out, reaching to grip hold of anything she can get her hands on. I support as much of her weight as I can, knowing the back of her neck will be sore if I don’t.
That’s not where I want her to feel me later.
I pummel in and out of her—my body eager to take advantage of this moment. The room fills with the sound of my skin slapping against hers as her arousal makes my dick glisten. She moans and I drive in even harder. Her eyes close, her breath coming in short spurts as her orgasm starts to build.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” I ask between clenched teeth.
“Ye-ye-yes! Yes!” I bend her just a little bit more and she frees the sexiest damn groan. “There. Oh my—Sonny—there—Sonny! Oh my—God! Don’t stop. Don’t stop—Don’t. Stop!”
I slow down and drive in harder. Again. Again. Again. When her insides tighten around me, her whole body is shaking—her mouth open in a silent Oh! Watching her come is one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.
As she begins to come down from her ecstatic high, I know I’m not far from falling over the edge after her. She opens her eyes to find mine and immediately reaches for me. I sit back on my heels, letting go of her legs as I wrap my hands around her middle. I pull her up against me and her lips find mine as we thrust our hips in unison. Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest, her fingers running through my hair, her legs squeezing my sides as my hands grip her ass gets me to my finish.
I pull my mouth from hers just as I begin to spill my release. “Avery. Shit—yes, Avery.” I moan her name against her neck until I am spent.
Sweaty and breathless, neither of us move to let the other go.
“Hottie?” she sighs, her lips grazing my shoulder.
“Yeah, Shorty?”
“I don’t want to go on that run anymore.”
I chuckle, tightening my grip around her. “How about a shower instead?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
Sonny leaves me with approximately fifteen minutes to get ready after we’re done in the shower. We only made it as far as the bathroom threshold before he decided he wanted to be inside of me again. Before I knew it I was on the counter, his tongue was in my mouth, and his fingers were wet with my ceaseless desire for him. My stomach erupts with butterflies and my cheeks warm in remembrance.
Okay. I suppose I’m not exactly a victim. I certainly wasn’t going to talk him out of his insistence that I needed two more orgasms before we left the room.
I might not have gotten around to the morning run I was hoping for, but as I brush my long, thick, heavy hair up into a ponytail, my sated body reminds me that it is euphorically worn out. I know that with my hair up, it’ll take all day to dry, but I’d like to look like I did more than hop out of the shower before coming to brunch. I secure it into place with two hair ties and then step into the short, cotton, halter dress I picked out for today.
I’m standing in front of the full length mirror, applying a bit of mascara, when Sonny comes out of the bathroom. He smells delectable and it takes every bit of concentration I have to keep myself from impaling my eye with the mascara brush before I finish and look over at him. He’s in a pair of tan shorts and a green polo that makes his eyes pop even more than usual. His beautiful auburn hair is styled perfectly—of course. It’s his smile, though, that makes me want to fall into his arms. Those barely-there-dimples are my weakness.
“My wife is so hot,” he states, his eyes traveling from my head down to my toes and back up again.
A grin spreads across my face as a giggle bubbles out of me. “Well, you should see my husband. Sexy doesn’t even begin to describe him.” He laughs as he makes his way towards me. He kisses my temple and swats my butt before he goes to grab his wallet and our room key.
“You about ready? If we don’t get out of here soon, your husband might be tempted to remove whatever’s under that dress and then you’ll never make it out of this room.”
“My goodness, the man is insatiable,” I tease.
“Takes one to know one, sweetheart.”
I fight a grin as heat floods my cheeks. “I just need my shoes,” I manage to say before sliding into my wedge sandals. I grab my clutch as he reaches for my hand and, with our fingers laced together, we make our exit.
As happy as I am to be spending the morning with my family, I can’t deny that I’m a little disappointed to be leaving our little bubble. Later tonight, Grayson and I will be on a late flight home and our Colorado stay will have come to an end. Not that I don’t love Chicago and the life we’re starting to build there; but it’s been nice having family and old friends around for the past few days. Even though the both of us opted to take a break from classes over the summer, fortunately and unfortunately, my man has a job to get back to.
In January, he managed to land himself a paid internship working in the accounting department at a law firm. I can’t say I’m surprised—Grayson is such a hard worker, with determination that I’m sure will get him farther than he can even imagine. Nevertheless, I’m still very impressed with him for his efforts and achievements. He shoulders a great deal with this job and school, but he always assures me that it’s not too much; he says he’d do even more if it would help secure the future he wants to provide for us.
When he proposed, he promised that he would strive to be the man that he thought I deserved. He’s so much more than that. I’m spoiled beyond words. I’m incredibly proud to call this man at my side my husband.
He’s not the only one who has to get back to reality. It’s definitely wedding season and the Willis wedding won’t be my last this summer. The small ensemble I play with has my calendar full of weddings and parties around the Chicago area for the next several weeks. There are five of us—two guys, three girls, all strings—and we’ve been playing together since December. Three of us are grad students and the other two members are just amazing players that were recruited to join us. I enjoy performing with them immensely. We get along really well and we’ve become pretty good friends.
When the elevator doors chime open, I’m pulled from my thoughts at the sight before me. Beckham has Addie backed into the corner. Well—I’m guessing it’s my sister he’s sucking face with, as I can’t actually see her petite body hidden behind his tall one. Grayson and I share a look and I know he’s wondering the same thing that I am—do we interrupt them? Or do we wait for the next elevator?
When Addie giggles I c
an’t contain my laugh. I’m tickled by their obliviousness. At the sound of my voice, Hammy turns and spots Sonny and me. “Oh. Hey.”
The doors start to close but he’s quick to push the button, commanding them to stay open. Addie peeks her head out from behind him and grins at me. “Oh—hi. Sorry, we—”
“No explanation needed,” Grayson says with a chuckle, leading me onto the elevator.
When Beckham switches places with Addie, positioning her right in front of him, it’s like an announcement. He’s hiding something he’s only got four floors to get under control. The truth has me blushing. I want so badly to ask Addie how she’s feeling. We tell each other almost everything. Now that I’m—now that we’re married, our intimate secrets belong to our husbands; but that doesn’t mean we don’t confide in one another. She knows how my wedding night was indescribably enjoyable and undeniably painful but that I wouldn’t have changed a thing about it.
As if she can read my mind, she gives me a look. In an instant, her smile becomes tender and her eyes gloss over with tears. I know, without her having to say a word, that last night was worth their excruciatingly long wait. I reach for her hand and she gives my fingers a squeeze just as we reach the lobby.
“You good over there?” Sonny asks Hammy with a smirk. “I would say we’d give you a minute, but that might just make it worse.”
“Shut up,” Hammy laughs. Despite his joking demeanor, he and Addie lag behind us as we make our exit.
“What about you?” Grayson asks softly, leaning down a little so that only I might hear him. “Do you still feel me between those legs of yours?”
My head snaps up as my eyes seek out his. The expression on his face makes it hard for me to remember how to breathe. The truth is, I do still feel him between my legs. Now, with that look he’s giving me, my tired lady parts are rethinking just how tired I am as a new ache begins to stir.
“Stop looking at me like that.” My voice comes out airy and more desperate than I had intended. My goodness, how is it possible that I still want him so badly? I swear, I can never have enough. This is all-consuming love—this need to share with him everything that I am.
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