Page 93 of Aisle Be The Groom
“Gray?”
“Love?”
I squeezed my eyes shut against the sting of tears. “Say that again.”
“Love. Ozzie, my love. Always my love.”
Tears welled in my eyes, but they weren’t borne out of fear or sadness. They were tears of joy, of relief. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and in its place was a sense of warmth, acceptance, and love. So much love.
Everyone should have this kind of love.
A sob escaped my throat, heavy with all the raw emotions that were threatening to overflow. Gray tightened his arms around me as though to keep them in. I held on to him, pressing my face into his throat and letting the dam break. The tears flowed freely, but they were not bitter. They were the sweetest tears I had ever shed. No sadness. No heartache. Just the unadulterated truth I was loved as much as I loved.
The moment stretched on in silence. The only sounds were our breaths, synchronized and steady. The world outside faded into insignificance. In its place was a bubble enveloping us in warmth and safety, a perfect cocoon where nothing else mattered but us—our fears, our joy, our shared secret that would remain but for a few hours more.
“Whatever happens, we face it together.”
“Together,” I echoed.
Oh, what the hell!
I pulled the sheet over my head and shuffled down Gray’s body. The doctor had said to avoid strenuous activities. But if I used my mouth, and he stayed still, maybe we could navigate around the doctor’s orders.
“Ozzie, you don’t have to.”
“I want to, but you have to stay really still. Remember, doctor’s orders.”
“Okay. I’ll be good.”
The thought of Gray being good made me giggle, but when his cock popped out of his shorts, the laughter faded. I inhaled deeply, drinking in his thick, musky smell, and carefully took him in my hand.
His flesh was hot and firm as he grew even bigger. I placed a kiss on his tummy, and he sucked in a breath, the hard muscles shifting beneath my lips. I took pleasure in his reaction, his body taut and quivering, every muscle strained and waiting.
I swallowed down his cock as far in my throat as possible. A sharp hiss tore from him, and his hips jerked up. Guided by my hands, I moved my lips up and down his length, taking my time to savor him, his taste and texture imprinting on my tongue.
“Fuck, Ozzie.” He dug his fingers into my hair, winding his fingers gently into the strands.
There was something incredible about sucking him off without him being able to see my face. I felt like I was just a mouth meant to pleasure him, and for the man I loved, I was okay—more than okay—with that. His skin against my lips, his taste on my tongue. I wanted nothing more than to give him this pleasure.
I loved the way he felt in my mouth, hot and heavy. I loved how he reacted to every swipe of my tongue, every touch of my lips. I loved how he whispered my name like a desperate prayer, how his hands tightened in my hair as if holding on to the physical embodiment of his sanity.
I loved him.
His body twisted beneath me as a low growl rumbled from deep within him. His restraint slipped away with each passing second. He gripped my hair tighter, but I didn’t stop. I let him guide me, losing myself in the rhythm set by his eager body.
His breathing grew ragged and uneven as he neared climax. All control was gone now, replaced by raw instinctual need. He held me down as he punched up his hips, wrecking the back of my throat.
The bittersweet taste of his cum hit my tongue.
“Ozzie.”
The flood came, pouring down my throat in thick, hot ribbons. I swallowed eagerly around him, his cum pooling into my belly. My heart thudded, my cock pulsed, and I let out a strangled cry as I came.
The aftermath was a mess of panting and trembling limbs. I moved up and lay on his chest. “You made me come in my pants.”
“That’s fucking sexy.”
“Only you’d think that.”
