His brows furrow slightly at the sudden shift. “I guess. If you do—”
“No,” I cut him off. Without breaking eye contact, I reach into my purse, pull out my birth control pack, and toss it straight into the tiny trash bin in his car. “I’m not hungry.”
His eyes darken instantly.
“Take me home,” I whisper. “And make love to me. Let’s start trying now.”
He exhales slowly, one hand tightening on the wheel as the other moves to grip my thigh. Then, with a smirk that sends heat flooding through my veins, he presses down on the gas.
“I can do that, sweetheart.” His voice is smooth, controlled. “I can definitely do that.”
Chapter 38: Gabriel
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan, gripping Aly’s hips as she squeezes around my fingers. Her body clenches like it needs me more than I do which isn’t possible. Because I’ll always need her more.?
Reaching down, I circle her clit with firm strokes, my fingers brushing over the delicate white underwear, pantyhose and garter she’s wearing for our wedding. A wedding that’s supposed to be happening in just thirty short minutes.
“You better not rip them,” she warns breathlessly, as I toy with the thin lace, the tiny splash of blue on the garter catches my eye.
I smirk, reach down and snap it just to hear her gasp, then tug it down her leg, bringing it up to my nose where I sniff.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Instead, I push her underwear to the side then bring the garter I removed to her clit, dragging the puckered fabric over her sensitive skin, teasing her with it.
“How does that feel?” I ask her.
She moans, her back arching as her body begs for more.
“Good wife,” I murmur, watching her melt under my touch. She nods, another soft sound slipping past her lips. “Now, are you taking the test before or after the ceremony?”
“After,” she whispers, but I see the fear in her eyes. She wants to know. She’s just as eager as I am to see if this is the month that worked and she’s pregnant. Three months of trying. No birth control. No condoms. But no positives yet either. But today of all days, her period is due, and it hasn’t shown up yet. It’s always on time. Hope grips my chest like a vise.
I pull back just enough to line my cock up at her entrance and then thrust into her in one, hard push, savoring the way she takes me, like she was made for this—for me.
“Yes, Gabriel,” she moans out.
“I’ll never get sick of this,” I growl. “Never get sick of fucking you raw. Filling you up. Stuffing your pussy with my seed.”
She whimpers, and I feel it everywhere. In one swift move, I lift her, flipping her onto her hands and knees, her lacy white underwear still half on, shoved aside, barely covering one perfect curve of her ass. I make room for myself before thrusting into her from this angle, bottoming out. The fabric from her panties scrapes against my shaft deliciously.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Fuck me harder.”
I grip her ass, squeezing as I push deeper, the fabric brushing against my fingers too now, driving me insane. I want to respect her wish to wait to check—to enjoy our wedding day without the weight of another failed test hanging over us. But I also don’t want our wedding night to be tainted by the results either.
And the thing is… I have a good fucking feeling about this month. Alessia’s been through so much. She’s fought so hard. Something tells me that this time it worked.
I reach forward, cupping her breasts, feeling their weight as I thrust into her again. Aly’s always had perfect tits, round andsoft and meant for my hands, but lately… I’ve noticed a change. They’re bigger. And I’ve done my research—been a pseudo dad to two sisters, one with kids of her own now.
That’s a sign of early pregnancy.
Possessive heat surges through me, my grip tightens as I pull her back against my chest, my mouth finding her neck, biting, sucking, marking.Because if she’s pregnant, that means I’m going to get to be a dad with her. And I’m going to get to see her become a mom. I am the lucky man who’s helping her experience a dream she’s had for years.
“Gabriel,” she moans.
“I know.” Because it feels better than usual. She’s extra wet and right before her period, she usually isn’t.
I’ve come to learn all these things about her body, and I’ve committed them to memory. She’s different and I know the reason why.
“My wife,” I whisper as I kiss her neck again while rocking my hips easily in and out of her. “My beautiful wife. I don’t want this to end.”
