Grace lay back, and her thighs clenched in anticipation. "Come here, babe. I want you to warm me."
Ben climbed onto the bed and crawled up until he hovered over her, his erection touching her stomach.
She sucked in a deep breath of air just as he released a breath. "Why did we want to wait until tonight again?" she asked as he lowered himself between her legs. "It's almost overwhelming." She felt Ben's cock touch her entrance and her words started to jumble. "I, um. Oh, my God. Yes. Ben, I need your mouth on me. Please."
Ben started to lower, but she stopped him. When he looked into her wide eyes, she said, "I meant up here, but . . . were you going down there?"
With a smirk as cocky as his erection, he moved lower. "I was."
"Well, don't let me stop you. Carry on."
His laughter breezed across her lower belly, and he spread her legs wider. He kissed her long and deep, eliciting her pleasure until it spilled out through moans and her arching back. He tasted her, savoring everything he'd missed and craved.
Lifting up, he eyed her over peaking nipples. Her thighs squeezed him to keep him in place. As if he would ever try to escape. Her hands wrapped around his arms, and he flexed his muscles. She bit her lip, then with her desires slipping into her tone she said, "Make love to me, Ben."
"My pleasure." Moving above her, he settled between her legs, his erection pressing just enough for them to moan for more.
When Grace opened her mouth, he kissed her deeper and harder as well as pushed in deeply. Oh God, he had missed her.
Her reaction wasn't soft or gentle. It was heavy and passionate. He wanted her wholeheartedly and was ready to worship her body. Grace's hands held his sides and he looked up, appreciating the beautiful woman beneath him, the woman he'd loved his whole life and thought he'd lost, the woman that felt like home when he was inside her. Feeling emotional, he paused and closed his eyes.
A whisper to his temple made him swallow and press his lips to her shoulder, "I'm here, my love. I'm right here, right here with you forever." His weight dropped down and he hugged her. Her fingernails scraped lightly through his hair and he sighed, finding peace and comfort in her.
Grace felt one of Ben's tears drop onto her chest when he raised his head. They both adjusted momentarily before he pushed all the way into her again. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you," he chanted, his voice fading off as he started to lose himself to the feeling-warm, wet, gripping, soft.
Home.
"You feel so good, babe. It's almost too-" He didn't finish what he was going to say and groaned instead as he pulled back and pushed in again. He sped up and Grace's head dropped back, exposing more of the lovely neck that he had always found erotic. Ben licked and then started sucking, knowing full well it would leave a mark. Who gave a damn? This was his wife. His pretty girl. His future.
Faster. Slower. He thrust, seeking her safe haven.
"Ben," she moaned, her words coming out uncontrolled and ragged. "Oh, yes, yes."
Ben moved his hips faster, feeling like he was suddenly chasing something unattainable. He was going to do his damnedest for her, all for her. As he balanced on one forearm and his knees, his other hand kneaded her breast then he dragged a finger down her body until he reached her clit.
Grace's body reacted immediately, jolting from the intensity between them. They had messed around sexually since she'd recovered her memory but they had chosen to save this final bliss for their wedding night. Maybe it was a bit ridiculous, considering they had been together for so many years prior to her accident, but they wanted the time, the re-bonding time. They needed to reconnect, to rebuild their friendship and love. They also needed to heal. The internal wounds would take longer to recover, but that was okay. They had each other.
In the end, they hadn't needed much time. Their love was such that there was no hesitation on either part in committing their lives to one another. They wanted to consummate their marriage and their commitment to each other tonight. So, they had waited.
"Grace." Her name fell from his lips through harsh breaths as he made love to her.
"Harder. I need you deeper," she said, eyes closed, mouth open, hands gripping his shoulders as she moved against him. He wanted to give her euphoria.
His fingers teased her body, toying with her emotions and her climax. She wriggled and moaned, and he could tell how much she loved it. He so desperately wanted to take her to the precipice, and then fall with her. Her nails dragged down his back, and he knew there would be marks later. She dug the tips into his shoulders and held tight.