So when she came on my cock almost immediately, it made it that much sweeter. I waited a long moment, just holding her to me while she orgasmed on me, her body trembling in my arms.
I growled deep and low, a fire burning within me pumping myself inside of her until I came, our bodies one.
I held her there for a long time after that.
“Joanna, stay with me.” I don’t know why I said it, at least not at first. The truth was, I felt like she was going to run. Like she would flee and never turn back, and I couldn’t have that.
“What?” she asked.
“I- I think we can make this work. God, I never get tired of feeling you. I never get tired of my cock in your p*ssy
. This could be a good thing.” I tried to make it sound like I wasn’t falling for her. Like I was tough. In truth she was breaking down all my walls, leaving the crumbled remnants of them scattered while my heart was exposed.
But she might not ever love me. She might not ever see me as anything but temporary or a burden.
I swallowed.
“I wish I could say I didn’t feel the same way, but you bring my pleasure to new heights. Even when you punish me.” She blushed.
I knew she liked it.
I’d been so wrapped up in her that I forgot the rest of my world. I forgot all the things I had to do outside of here. And even if it was just for a moment, I was glad.
“I’ll always make sure you are safe,” I whispered into her ear. “I’ll protect you.”
I would kill for her. I was going to kill for her.
She had no idea just how much I meant it all.
Joanna
I took a deep breath and looked up at the sign on the store: M.B. Waltz Bridal Boutique. Greyson’s driver had delivered me all the way to Washington D.C. in order to go bridal shopping. I was really here, and I was doing this. I could see Greyson’s mother, Mae, through the window with her oldest daughter, Mary. They were already picking out dresses. Styles, cuts.
When I walked through the door, a hostess greeted me. “Ms. O’Brien?” she asked.
I merely nodded.
“Ah, Joanna, there you are! I was afraid you’d hightailed it on us,” Mae said as she walked over and gave me another deep hug.
I couldn’t tell if she was serious or joking, I just knew that I was nervous. “I’m here now,” I said, smiling.
“We’ve already picked out all the dresses we think would fit your form and personality well, but there are still more you may like,” Mary chimed in. I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to her at the dinner. She was just as quiet as Maggie, and to hear her voice now I could sense the anxiety in her.
She seemed like a wound coil, twisted so tight she could spring at any moment.
My hands ran over the fabric; the supple silks dotted with lace and beads under my fingertips. I didn’t know very much about dresses like this, in fact, I’d never actually imagined myself wearing one, but now that I was in this store, in this room, I couldn’t help but get a little excited.
My eyes caught a dress hanging on a mannequin and I knew in the instant I saw it that I needed to at least try it on. It had intricate lace detailing and three-quarter sleeves with a neckline rose up and off the shoulder. The ivory color and lace detailing was what made me stop. It looked vintage. Old. Like something a woman could wear in any decade.
Classic.
“Ah, I see you have chosen the Celandia by Atelier Pronovias. It is actually quite delicate the lace you are fondling is part of the bodice.” The boutique hostess smiled. Cindy. The name on her plated tag was Cindy. “It is inspired by vintage gowns and it would be a beautiful fit on you. Essentially, it is one of the finest gowns in the shop. And very rare. It can no longer be found in stores. Couture.” I could tell by the way she looked me up and down that she was judging me. Probably thought me unable to look, let alone touch, couture.
“Try it on, Joanna. I bet it looks lovely,” Mae glared at the woman. “What’s your size?”
“Eight,” I answered. I was a curvy woman, but I was trim at the stomach, and I did work to ensure I had as much strong muscle as I could.
“Normally we take measurements and send back to the designer because they are handmade. But we do have a few gowns for display, and we did not use the size ten, so you should consider yourself lucky.” Cindy pulled a bag out from beside the mannequin. “Do be careful when trying it on.”
“Are you sure this is necessary?” I asked Mae, “I mean, it is a rather quick wedding.”
“Nonsense. Catholic women only get married once, right? It has to be beautiful.” I didn’t want to argue with her, but if she knew the plan was to marry only until it was convenient to divorce she might think otherwise.
Hell, she might not think much of me at all.
I pulled the dress into the dressing room and began stripping down my clothing a piece at a time until there was nothing left but me and my panties. I slipped the dress on and felt it as I zipped the back up as far as I could manage.