Page 85 of Gracefully Yours

Running my fingers down her back, I was just enjoying the moment, holding her against my body.

“I didn’t realize it would be so good,” she murmured, almost quiet enough that if I hadn’t been entangled with her, I wasn’t sure I would have heard it. “Sex. Is it… always like that for you?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know what your books say,” I said, flicking her nose. “But it’s not. This thing between us? It’s never been like that for me before.”

Not that I’d ever been prone to that many hook-ups, anyway. Perks of being a nerdy engineer. Sure, I’d lost my virginity in high school, and I hadn’t exactly abstained from sex in college, but it was never like that for me. I’d never lost my mind wanting someone so much before. Had the desire to bury myself in their body, repeatedly, because I was lost without it.

“Good,” she said, eliciting a laugh from me. “I don’t like thinking about you with someone else.”

I liked that my girl was possessive over me. Because I was over her too. I’d gotten almost all of her firsts, and I’d be taking all of her lasts, as well. Running my nose against her cheek, before burying it in her hair and smelling her flowery shampoo, I confessed the same. “I don’t like thinking about you with anyone, either. Especially none of those guys who wouldn’t have treated you right. Not like I wanted to. Not like I can.”

I tilted her chin up so I could place a gentle kiss on her lips.

Charlotte yawned. “I should take my makeup off before we fall asleep.” She’d done some pretty pink shimmer and glitter for her bridal look, and as pretty as it was, I knew she was right. I’d heard Angelina complain about what happened when she left hers on overnight. I didn’t think my girl would like that, either.

But I was going to take care of her, and more than just helping her get her makeup off. Pulling out of her, I already felt the loss of her warmth, surprised at how much I liked that connection.

The fact that even after we’d both come, she hadn’t been in any rush to separate from me. To move away. How far we’d come since August.

“Come on,” I said, heaving her up into my arms, carrying my wife bridal style towards the bathroom.

“What are we doing?” she muttered sleepily, nuzzling her head into my chest.

I chuckled. “I’m cleaning you up.”

“Oh.” She hummed. “I like the sound of that.”

So did I. We’d never had a night like this before. I’d never gotten to experience caring for her so intimately. Even after she’d hurt herself in the snow, it hadn’t just been about us. That had been making sure she was okay, and then Even though I wouldn’t admit it out loud, I liked it. A lot.

But I didn’t want to scare her with my feelings. I knew how I felt about her, but I needed to give her time to feel the same way back.

My wife.

I put her down so she could use the bathroom as I filled up the giant tub, thankful that I’d had the foresight to make this reservation. Sure, we could have spent our first night as husband and wife at my house, or my dad’s, but this was better. Less… cold. More real.

Settling her down in the tub, I stepped in behind her, nestling her much smaller body between my thighs, the two of us comfortably fitting, thankfully, in this giant tub. The warm water was soothing, almost lulling her to sleep, a fact I only knew because her head was resting against my pecs. Her eyes fluttered shut.

Letting her relax in the warm water, I tried not to let her little sighs of contemned

I shifted her so my already-hardening cock wouldn’t dig into her back, but she blinked her eyes open.

“Daniel?”

“How are you feeling?” I asked, kissing her neck.

“Good,” she confirmed, wiggling back further against me. I wanted to warn her to stop, what exactly what was going to happen if she continued down that train, but fuck me—I was so gone for her that I didn’t. “I think I’m going to be sore tomorrow,” she moaned. “So you’re going to have to take care of me.”

“Fuck, darling.” This girl. She knew what she was doing.

“I’m not going to be gentle this time,” I said, sliding my tongue against her lips as she twisted around to wrap her arms around my neck.

“Take me back to bed, husband,” she whispered, and who was I not to comply?

“Your wish is my command, wife.”

And then I carried her back to the bed, and after I gave her two more orgasms, first with my fingers, and then draped over the bed as I plowed into her from behind, we were finally cuddled up and on the verge of sleep. Her thigh between mine, a mess of tangled limbs as I fell asleep holding my dream girl.

And all I could think was there wasn’t a single way I would have rather spent this night.

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