Chapter 9

Eli

Grace looks like a vision as she walks down the aisle. The whole morning has been an impatient waiting for this moment. I couldn’t care less about anything else, and not just because I was in a hurry to receive my inheritance. If anything, that was the last thing on my mind. At Grace’s insistence, we stuck to tradition and arrived separately to the Copeland estate. As a man, I had little to do aside from shaving, showering and putting on a tux. Which means I’ve had a lot of time with my thoughts. And as Grace slowly comes down the aisle and her father lets go so that I can take her hand for the last few steps, it all crystallizes into something so obvious I should have known it sooner: I’m falling for this woman.

The feeling crashes over me, and I tighten my hold on her hands. She’s as radiant as the sun, drawing me to her. Her veil lifts in the wind, and I brush a stray curl away from her face. Someone in the crowd starts to sob as the music stops. The officiant starts to talk, but I’m hardly listening. We decided to go with traditional vows, though neither of us are practicing. I know that my Grandfather is Lutheran, so we’ve borrowed from there. It was meant as a nod to him, and also because it felt more detached, more distant than writing our own vows. We hardly had anything to draw on after all. He reads out the lines, and Grace recites them. Her eyes are full of emotion, whether it’s sorrow or joy it’s hard to tell. Maybe a bit of both.

All I can hear though, are her words to me almost a week ago, words I’ve been thinking on since. ‘I’m already giving up my wedding. I want to save my first time for someone who’ll love me.’

Looking into her eyes now, I want to tell her that I do. That she has nothing to give up today, one of the most important days in anyone’s life.

“...Through the best and the worst of what is to come as long as we live,” Grace recites.

The officiant turns to me, and suddenly I know that I have to say something.

“I’d like to say a few words instead,” I say.

He gives me a stern look, but I don’t care. I turn towards Grace, who looks puzzled. I clear my throat, lining up my thoughts. I have one shot at this, and I’m determined to make things perfect for her.

“I, Eli Copeland, choose you Grace as my wife today. I vow to love what I already know about you, and what I will discover as we make this journey of our marriage. I will respect you as my partner and my equal. I’ve never been a talker, and there is so much more I want to say than I can right now, but know this: I love you. I fall in love with you again every morning I wake up. I hope you know that I am yours, and I always will be. I’m marrying you now with no doubt in my mind, nothing but the truth of our love, and absolute commitment to you.” Grace is crying now, full on tears that she blinks hard to get rid of. But her smile, damn if it isn’t the biggest I’ve seen yet. My heart is cracking with emotion, but I push further. I’ve forgotten that this is our wedding vows, and I’m speaking only to her. “I want to celebrate your triumphs and losses with you, I want to love you and trust in your love back, through whatever life wants to throw at us. I want to stand by your side, and hold you in my arms each night each and every day of our lives.”

And then I bring Grace to me, pulling her close and kissing her. I pour my soul into it, give it to her entirely as our lips connect. Cheers erupt around me, and the quartet takes the cue to begin to play. I’ve messed up the order of ceremony, but I don’t give a damn, because Grace is kissing me back, she’s heard my words, and she loves me right back.

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We’ve booked a weekend away at one of the bed and breakfasts on the coast. The real honeymoon was never supposed to happen, but now I want to plan something. Tomorrow, I think. Tonight I’m going to be busy with Grace.

Check-in is a breeze, and we receive a complimentary bottle of champagne with the room. It faces the ocean, spectacular views that we hardly look at as we tumble through the doors. I unzip the dress immediately, because as good as she looks with it on, she looks even better without. She’s wearing a gorgeous white lace bra, completely sheer, her rosy red nipples pointing straight towards me. She’s in a garter belt and lace white stockings, and she wraps her legs around me as we kiss. I take her over to the bed as she undoes my jacket, my shirt, and I spread her out for me on the bed as I take off my pants and boxers too. Then I climb on top of her and kiss her deeply.

“You look so innocent and sweet like this,” I say, my voice tinged with desire. “It was worth the agony of waiting.”

Grace’s hands run over my back as I kiss her neck. She tilts it automatically, opening more of her to me as I lick a trail down. With one hand I unhook the bra she’s wearing, releasing her breasts. They’re perfect handfuls, and they’re everything I’ve dreamed off.

“I’m going to enjoy memorizing every inch of you,” I murmur as I swirl my tongue over one stiff nipple.

“Good,” she says. “Because you’re the only one who ever will.”

My cock stiffens even more when she says that. I drag the weeping tip down over her pussy, nestling it against her wet panties as I dip my head down over her breasts. Grace moans softly, arching her back so I can suck more of her into my mouth. Then I switch to the other nipple, stiff and begging to be licked. Her breasts are full and creamy, absolutely perfect. My tongue traces lazy circles around her nipple, drawing more moans from her sweet mouth. She holds onto my shoulders as I work back and forth, teasing her nipples until they’re sensitive to the lightest touch. Grace is a screamer, and her voice rises as I work her breasts, my fingers pinching and squeezing to send those delicious bolts of pleasure down to her pussy. I can feel it swell against my cock, spurts of nectar soaking through her panties.

I continue licking slowly down her body, kissing around her bellybutton until I reach her cunt. Its fragrance is heady and inviting, and I slowly peel off the wet, translucent panties to reveal her center. I feel like my cock’s going to explode, I’m so turned on, but I wait, because I want her first time to be all about her. She instinctively tightens her legs, but I open her up, expose her to me at last.

“I’ve been dying to see your beautiful pussy Grace. Don’t be shy.”

She’s soft and smooth, and as she blushes, her pussy turns pink and rosy. She’s glistening and slick, her folds so swollen I can barely make out her entrance. I kiss her center, and she whimpers. She’s so fucking wet, and I lick up all her sweet juices, needing to taste her more and more. Her little clit protrudes at the top, heavy with arousal, and I gently suck it into my mouth, making her body jump. Grace’s hands run through my hair as I use a hand to push her open, my tongue thrusting inside. Her pussy walls contract, hot and tight as I lick her hole again and again. I push her legs further apart, opening her up to me. Her perfect folds drip with her nectar, and I can’t keep up as it splatters on the bed. I’m fucking her with my tongue, fast and hard as she quivers beneath me. She cries my name over and over, hovering on the edge until I use my hand to massage her clit, detonating her climax inside of her. I hold her as her hips buck up to my mouth, gush after gush of her cream running straight into my mouth. I eat every drop as she comes for me, wave after wave that lasts almost a minute, the aftershocks rippling through her as I hold her tightly in my arms.

I lift my head, and Grace’s head is drifting to the side. She flutters her eyelids lazily.

“That was amazing,” she murmurs as I kiss her, letting her taste her own cream.

“It’s about to get even better,” I tell her.

My cock is painfully hard now, after witnessing Grace come for me. I rub my cock up against her sated pussy, the hard shaft unable to push past her virgin cunt. I have to use my hand to guide my cock, the hard shaft finally piercing through her folds. Her walls tighten against the fat head of my cock, and I grit my teeth. I need to last inside of her, but I’ve never had this level of pleasure. Grace is so petite that her pussy is small too, and I have to rock slowly to gain even an inch inside of her. And then I bump up against her virginity. I pause.

“Grace, I want you to know that I love you,” I say as I hover above her. “I meant it at our wedding, and I mean it now.”

“I know,” she says with a soft smile. “Why do you think I’m letting you do this? I love you too Eli, more than anything.”

My lips find hers again, and I push inside that sweet, virgin pussy of her’s one last time, sinking fully into her. I can feel her gasp with pain, the walls flexing against my hard shaft. Jesus, she feels so good all around me. I’m in all the way, my cockhead practically bumping against her cervix. I ball my hands into fists to try to keep from coming too soon.

“Breathe,” I whisper softly.

The tension slowly ebbs from her body, and I pull back a little before burying myself into her again. She’s stretched all around me, hot velvet as I begin to thrust. Her cunt is almost painfully tight, but I don’t care, needing the pleasure of my cock rubbing against her. I lift up her legs, wrap them high around my waist. I know I should give her more time to adjust to my size, but I need to move, and her soft moans tell me she’s wanting more too. In and out, in and out, driving more of myself into her. My mouth captures her nipple, sucks hard as our bodies connect and move apart.

“I’m your first and last Grace,” I tell her as I thrust harder.

“And I’m your only,” she replies breathlessly.

I’m all her pussy will ever know because she’s all mine. That primal possessiveness drives me to push further, to rut harder into her pussy. Tension builds in my midsection, my whole body becoming rigid as my balls squeeze. Grace screams my name, and we come together, my seed spilling into her pussy in hot lashes. I go blind with pleasure, my cock twitching as I empty myself into Grace. Her pussy convulses around me, pulling me in, and in that moment we’re bound tightly together in a way that can never be broken apart.