Page 84 of Saving Grace
“Well, come on inside,” Ida said, walking up the steps to the porch. “I’m glad you made it in time for breakfast. I’ve got fresh ginger scones out of the oven and fresh coffee brewing. Let’s get you checked in and your vacation started.”
*****
The chirp of my phone woke me up. I reached for it and saw it was a text from Millie.
Millie: Do you like the inn?
I laid my head back on the downy pillow and stared up the ceiling. I had a refreshing nap, and the only thing that would have made it perfect was if I had not woken up alone. Where the hell was my husband?
After our scrumptious breakfast of flaky scones, maple-glazed thick-cut bacon, and quiche, I declared a food coma, and we retired to our room. I took off my shoes and tried to climb into the ridiculously high king-sized bed. Matt boosted me up the mattress, teasing me about being a shorty.
I mumbled back that that comment wasn’t increasing his chances of getting laid. I didn’t remember taking off my leggings but feeling the bare skin of my thighs rubbing against each other under the blanket, I probably did. Or he did.
I stared around the room, noting how cozy it looked. There were French windows leading out to the balcony that faced the back lawn and the woods. I got out of bed and texted Millie back.
Me: Loving it. But I seem to have lost my husband.
Millie: ??
Me: He’s not in the room, probably didn’t want to nap like I did. Later. I need a shower.
Dropping the phone on the bed, I padded to the bathroom and paused at the portal. I glanced longingly at the marble tub, but had decided not to soak in one again until I’d talked to my OB. I knew Doctor Ryan was a general physician. Matt and I had not discussed getting an OB for my pregnancy. Matt preferred not to expose the unusual gene pool of the baby until my blood work came back.
I looked at the fancy shower with the multiple heads just like the one in Matt’s loft and decided to pamper myself.
After my glorious shower, I felt clean and whole again. I wrapped myself in the inn-supplied terry robe and headed back into the bedroom. Matt had laid out our suitcase on the luggage rack. I flipped the lid open and pulled out my sexy lace underwear—one of my splurges in online shopping. I slipped into them, put the robe back on, and went back to the bathroom to dry my hair. When I was about done, I thought I heard a door slam. I turned off the hair dryer, fluffed my hair, and returned to the bedroom.
Matt stood there in sweat-soaked tee shirt and gym shorts.
I narrowed my eyes. “You left me in bed and went to work out?” I knew I sounded snippy and needy, but wasn’t this supposed to be our honeymoon?
Heat emanated not only from his eyes, but his entire body. He advanced on me with pure aggression and made me rethink my words. I gasped as he extended his arms and yanked me by the robe’s belt.
By the time my body hit his, my robe was off my shoulders. By the time my legs wrapped around his hips, his mouth had crashed on mine, and by the time my back hit the mattress, his hand had slipped inside my panties.
Two fingers slid into my pussy and I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, his tongue plunging deeply as if he couldn’t get enough of the kiss. Then he moved down my collar bone, nipped at me there before he descended on my nipple. All the while his fingers worked their magic on my clit. My sensitive flesh was swollen and my skin was on fire.
He moved away and pulled off his shirt, then my panties disappeared and he threw my legs over his shoulders. His mouth moved between my legs—licking, savoring, and devouring. I cried out as my orgasm swept through me, jolting me hard; my hands fisted the sheets to ride out its intensity.
“Oh God,” I screamed as unending pulses twitched at my core. “Matt, stop,” I gasped raggedly. The growl between my legs sent another spasm through me. “I can’t—I can’t breathe.”
As I shuddered in the aftershocks, his mouth left my pussy and my legs were pushed further apart. Then he plunged inside me, filling and stretching me. His chest crushed me with possessive weight while his mouth swallowed my needy whimper.He was pumping hard, thrusting deep, and moving fast. I was breaking all over again, my fingers digging into the dampness of his hair as I sobbed into his mouth, his pounding rhythm sliding us up and down the mattress.
It was too much. I felt too much in my heart and my body. It was that feeling of being too good, so good I was afraid to open myself to it for fear of the fall. Matt just pushed me over the cliff, and I found myself shattering into a million pieces of carnal intensity and soul-shattering emotions. And as his own climax claimed him, he threw his head and roared like a rutting beast and flooded me with the warmth of his cum.
He rolled off me, but unlike before, he didn’t pull me into his arms. Instead I saw him with an arm thrown over his eyes as if he was reflecting on something profound. As for myself, what had transpired between us transcended everything else I had experienced before. I was immobilized by its sheer perfection and terrified that he didn’t feel the same, so I tore my eyes away from him and stared up the ceiling. As the silence lengthened, punctuated only by our breathing, tears pricked my eyes.
He better not fall asleep, I thought.
He better not roll off the bed and take a shower, I hoped.
But worse, I prayed he would not up and leave the room.
He did none of those.
From my peripheral vision, I saw him lower his arm and turn his head to me.
“I love you, Grace.”