Chapter 8
eight
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Olivia
Now
I watch Lux’s throat bob as she struggles to contain her emotions; she’s unfamiliar with how to process praise. The version she sees of herself is an absolute contrast to the woman she is.
“I have spent my whole life by your side as your best friend.” I brush my fingers across her smooth cheek, “And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life proudly being your wife.”
It’s funny how life works, because last week I was certain I was going to be someone’s wife, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would live a life where I would be hers.
I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t bittersweet, finally feeling like my authentic self, only for it to be tainted by my father’s reaction to the news. But I’d anticipated it, and being the child of a man who taught her love is not love if it isn’t a risk, I have faith he’ll come around.
But right now, I’m too swept up in the euphoria of being free and true, and my heart feels more rested than it ever has.
I feel complete. Alive. Like me.
My fingers skim down the middle of her chest, deftly undoing the buttons of her shirt.
“I love you,” I tell her again. “I love the way you make me feel.
I kiss down her neck. “I love the way we feel together.”
I lower my mouth down the expanse of exposed skin, kissing, nipping, and sucking, till I’m on my knees, looking up at her.
She cups my face, her eyes blazing with heat. “You look so fucking beautiful right now.”
Reaching for her, I release the drawstring of her high-waisted pants and then drag them down her legs. They fall to her ankles, and she steps out of them. I kiss the tops of her thighs, my mouth grazing up and down her legs, before pressing my lips to her cotton-covered center.
Sex with different partners isn’t a competition or a comparison, but it’s evident that the comfort I feel with Lux makes me confident and hungry.
Sex with James was wrapped in misogyny and religion, and all the ways I needed to please him.
He was my first, and my inexperience allowed him to take the reins.
But now I’m curious and insatiable.
There is no shame in anything we do; her experience doesn’t overshadow the lack of mine. Everything we do together is new and exciting and so fucking perfect.
We laugh and we cry and we love.
God, how we love.
Hooking my finger in the side of her underwear, I hitch them down at the front and then kiss her mound, my eyes still on hers. My mouth moves lower as I pull the material down her legs, my tongue finding her clit.
On my knees, my face buried in her pussy, I’m intoxicated by her existence.
Her hand grips my ponytail for purchase as I work to pleasure my wife. “Fuck, baby, you’ve become so fucking good at that,” she breathes out.
I let the praise wash over me, through my veins and down to the beating pulse between my legs. I ache for her, but it isn’t an ache like before, when everything between us was secrets and lies.
It’s an ache that I welcome because I know she’ll satiate me in every way.
Mind.
Body.
Soul.
She tastes like sex and freedom, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this feeling. Lifting her leg and placing it over my shoulder, I spread her wider so I can have more of her, my tongue spearing in and out of her, her orgasm imminent.
I can’t take my eyes off her, the way her body arches off the wall, her head thrown back, mouth open in a silent groan. Lux rocks against my face, desperate for more friction, desperate to come.
I lick and suck, loving the way her arousal covers my face.
“Oh, Liv,” she cries out. “Fuck, Liv. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Her hold on my hair tightens as her body coils around me in ecstasy, her legs quaking, her pussy pulsating around my tongue.
I keep my mouth on her until her body slowly comes down from the high. Her loud breaths are the only sound that fills the room as I kiss my way up her body, over her clothes, on her skin. Rising to my feet, my mouth takes a slow and seductive journey until my lips hover over hers.
Her gaze holds mine, and I breathe her in.
I’m obsessed with her, addicted to her, absolutely drowning in her and this new life we’ve created together.
The side of her mouth tips up in the laziest, most content smile. “This is it, huh?”
Hands on her waist, I press my whole body against hers.
I’m yours.
Take me.
I love you.
“Yeah, baby,” I say, releasing a tranquil breath. “This is it.”