Page 69 of Heartstrings & Horizons
“Fuck it.”
In one quick motion, he reaches out for me, his arms encircling my waist as he pulls me towards the foot of the bed. He rips the vibrator from my hand, replacing it with his mouth as he consumes me like a man starved. I’m writhing and squirming under his grip, my fingers threading through his hair as I grind into his face.
He pulls back, “Good girl. Take what you need.”
I feel the shivers racing up my spine as stars dance across my vision, my orgasm crashing over me like waves on a rocky shore. I cry out his name and he continues to lap at my sensitive flesh. Not even waiting for me to come down from the high, he shucks his joggers and plunges into me without restraint, chasing his own release.
“Goddammit, baby. The things you do to me,” he growls. He pulls my legs up over his shoulders, nearly folding me in half as he continues to hammer into me, the new angle is fucking nirvana.
“Cade, fuck. It’s too much.”
“You can take it, Paige. You’re doing so well baby, look at you.” My pussy flutters and clenches at his praise, causing Cade to cry out my name as he fills me with his release, my own orgasm following close behind.
“Well, this was an interesting turn of events,” I say, stroking his hair as he rests his head on my chest. We’re both breathless and slick from the exertion. His body shakes as he laughs into my breasts.
“Fucking dinosaur onesie,” he says, both of us dissolving into unrestrained laughter.
Chapter 26
Paige
? Pretty Girl Era - Lu Kala
While I was confined to our bed with whatever sickness had racked my body, I did some research into U.S. visa and green card requirements and by the time the symptoms had subsided, I felt like I knew everything I could ever need to know about the immigration process. We talked over our options, ultimately deciding to wait until after we were officially married to file the paperwork. We hadn’t quite gotten around to talking about a wedding date — there were still far too many complications for that decision, but that doesn’t mean I’m not looking forward to dress shopping with Cara today.
Cade is dropping me off at a little boutique called Wisteria Bridal, where I find Cara on the sidewalk checking her phone. Cara’s deep auburn hair and bright green eyes fit with her flirty feminine style. She’s short and thick, and unafraid to show off her curves. A long braid cascades over her shoulder as she lifts her head, a smile taking over her heart-shaped face when she notices me crossing the street.
“Yay! You’re here!” Cara is bubbly and carefree, and I can definitely see why Dean is smitten. I blow one last kiss to Cade before we stroll inside. The boutique is a mix of southern charm and bohemian whimsy, with soft pastel walls and delicate wood accents. Sunlight streams through the large windows, bathing the showroom in natural light, casting a glow over the rows of wedding gowns lining the shop.
My heart soars as I shuffle through the racks, noticing that many of them are available in plus sizes, proudly displayed alongside the others where they belong. Shopping as a plus size woman can be a nightmare. We're often relegated to the back of the store, and our selection is always dismal compared to straight sizes. It’s such a breath of fresh air to see this kind of progress.
“Wow, I didn't expect them to have so many options for plus size brides. This is incredible.”
Cara grins, giving my hand a squeeze. “I knew you’d love it. They’re known for their inclusive sizing. Let’s pick some to try! What style are you thinking?”
“I’ve always wanted something kind of…” I pause, trying to put my vision into words, “ethereal. Soft and delicate.”
We wander through the boutique, fingers trailing over the beautiful fabrics and intricate beadwork. A pang of sadness stirs in the pit of my stomach — this is something I should be able to do with my mom — but I quickly tamp it back down and let the excitement overwhelm any doubts.
Rounding the corner, I nearly bumped into a woman admiring herself in a full-length mirror. She turns and I instantly recognize her from pictures I’ve seen on Cade’s social media.
“Jemma?” I call, hoping she might recognize me, too.
“Oh my god, Paige! What a surprise!” She wraps me in a warm hug. “It’s so good to finally meet you!”
Something about this woman’s immediate openness with me sets my mind at ease. She’s the first of Cade’s immediate family that I’m meeting, and I won’t deny that I’ve been nervous about that.
“I didn’t get a chance to thank you for the soup. I really appreciate it!”
“Anytime, I'm so glad you’re feeling better,” she says, giving my hand a squeeze. “So what are you doing here? Did you set a wedding date?”
“Not yet. It’s still early. We’re having a girls’ day, but if I happen to find a wedding dress, I won’t be too upset about it.” I laugh.
“Jemma! I didn’t know you’d be in for a fitting,” Cara says.
“You two know each other?”
“Yep! We work together at the hospital.”
