Chapter 33 Sadie #3
He's right, we don't have to be quiet here. No thin apartment walls, no worry about disturbing Poppy in the next room. This house, with its solid walls and spacious rooms, is built for a family. For us.
The thought is lost as Axel's tongue circles my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His fingers join his mouth, one sliding inside me, then two, curling to find the spot that makes me see stars.
"Axel," I gasp, my hips rocking against his mouth. "Oh God, don't stop."
He hums against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. His free hand slides up my body to cup my breast, thumb teasing my nipple in rhythm with his tongue.
The dual sensation is too much. I shatter with a cry, my body arching as pleasure pulses through me. Axel doesn't let up, working me through every aftershock until I'm trembling, oversensitive.
When he finally pulls away, his chin is slick with me, his eyes wild with desire. He crawls up my body, kissing a path from my navel to my breasts to my neck.
"I'll never get tired of watching you come," he says against my throat. "Never get tired of knowing I'm the one who gets to make you feel that way."
I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his length. He's hard and hot against my palm, and the groan he lets out when I stroke him sends a fresh wave of desire through me.
"I need you inside me," I tell him, guiding him to where I want him most. "Please, Axel."
He braces himself above me, his eyes locked on mine as he pushes forward, filling me inch by exquisite inch. The stretch is delicious, my body still sensitive from my first orgasm.
"Fuck," he groans when he's fully seated. "You feel amazing. So tight—so perfect."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Move," I urge. "I need to feel you."
He starts slow, each thrust deliberate and deep. I can feel every ridge of him, every pulse, every twitch. My hands roam his back, feeling the muscles flex as he moves above me.
"My fiancée," he murmurs against my lips. "My wife soon. Mine."
"Yours," I agree, lifting my hips to meet each thrust. "All yours."
His pace increases, his control slipping as desire takes over. One hand grips my hip, the other braced beside my head. The position changes the angle, hitting a spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
"There," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Right there."
"I've got you," he promises, hitting the same spot with every thrust. "Come for me again, Sadie. Let me feel you."
The pressure builds, each stroke pushing me higher. When his hand moves between us, thumb circling my clit, I explode around him, my inner walls clenching rhythmically. The sensation triggers his own release, and he buries himself deep with a groan that sounds like my name.
For a long moment, we lie tangled together, breathing hard, hearts racing in sync. Axel's weight is comforting on top of me, his face buried in my neck. I stroke his hair, his back, anywhere I can reach, marveling at the fact that this man is mine. That we belong to each other now.
Eventually, he shifts his weight, rolling to the side but keeping me tucked against him. His hand finds mine, fingers playing with the ring that now feels like it's always been there.
"Move in with me," he says, his voice soft but certain. "Not someday. Now. This weekend."
I lift my head to look at him, seeing the vulnerability behind the request. He's been waiting, patient, letting me set the pace. But now that I've said yes to being his wife, he doesn't want to wait any longer to start our life together.
"Yes," I say, feeling the rightness of it settle in my bones. "This weekend. We'll pack up the apartment and bring everything here."
The relief and joy that cross his face make my heart skip. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I trace the line of his jaw with my finger. "I don't want to waste another day not being with you completely."
He pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I've been ready since the first night you stayed over. Just waiting for you to be ready too."
"I'm ready now," I tell him, meaning it with every fiber of my being. "For all of it. For our life together."
"Let's not tell anyone yet," he suggests, his hand making lazy patterns on my back. "Let's just do it—move you in and tell them after. Have our own little bubble for a while."
The idea appeals to me, having this special time just for us, settling into our new reality before sharing it with the world. "I like that. Just us, figuring out our rhythm together."
"God, I love you," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "You and Poppy, you're everything to me."
"We love you too," I whisper, resting my head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, strong and steady beneath my ear. "You're our everything too."
We lie in comfortable silence, our bodies cooling, the reality of what we've decided settling around us like a warm blanket.
Soon, this will be our normal, falling asleep together every night, waking up together every morning.
Poppy's toys will mix with Axel's books on the shelves.
My coffee mugs will sit beside his in the kitchen cabinets.
We'll build a life together, day by day, moment by moment.
"We're really doing this," I say softly.
“Yes,” he murmurs, “yes, we are.”