She seems sure. “Okay. Just give me a second—I’ve got a condom in my wallet.” I move to turn out of the shower, but she stops me, her grip fiercer.
“I’m on birth control.” Her nails dig into my skin. “Maybe it’s reckless, but I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, and you said it’d been a while for you too.” A hollow little laugh escapes her. “I couldn’t get pregnant with my ex anyway so even if I weren’t in birth control, the risk would be non-existent.”
Bitterness laces her words, her eyes take a temporary, far off look in them, but beneath it, there’s something else. Pain. A whole hell of a lot of it that she’s still carrying around.
She wets her lips. “Just pull out before you come.”
All the blood in my body rushes to my dick.
“Fuck,” I say. “Are you sure about this?”
She nods once. “I want this first time back in the game to be raw.If you’re going to wreck me, wreck me properly. I want to be doing more than crying over my loser ex-husband and my divorce when you finish.”
I hesitate, just for a moment. Because I told myself I didn’t want to take on another project. Didn’t have time to fix another broken thing in my life when everywhere I look I have things that need done. Windows to mend. Problems to patch. But now I’m starting to think maybe I’ve been seeing this all wrong. Maybe I’ve been looking at her wrong.
Maybe Alessia isn’t a project that she needs someone else to fix. She’s completely capable of fixing herself on her own.
Maybe she’s just a woman—one who’s had the kind of shitty, unfortunate luck that forces you to build walls, to protect yourself however you can but is desperate to bring them down through sheer force.
Maybe she doesn’t need me.
Maybe…I need her more.
Chapter 15: Alessia
Gabriel moves me carefully again, lifting me with strong arms until my back presses against the cool tile of the shower. The water from the shower head cascades over us in a steady, hot stream, steam curling against the fogged glass so that everything outside of this tiny space we’re in isn’t visible.
His cock rests between my legs, heavy and insistent, and I already know that this is going to ruin me in the best possible way.? That he’s going to follow through on my request for him towreck me.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks again, his gaze searching mine for any hesitation. He brushes damp strands of hair away from my face, his brown eyes searching mine, waiting, giving me the space to change my mind.
“Yes.”
His hand moves between us, gripping himself, pulling back just enough to line the head of his thick cock up at my entrance. It’s warm and wet, the skin smooth and flared as he drags it through my slickness first, coating himself in me. He fists his shaft, spreading my arousal, mixing his precum withmine like a natural lubricant until he’s completely hard.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, Alessia. I’m dying to feel this pretty pussy squeeze me when you come again.”
I nod because I can’t either.
And then he’s there, pressing in, so careful, so patient with me. I relax every muscle in my pelvis, my abdomen, my face—forcing myself to let go and open.
Where it used to feel like forcing a pencil inside me when I tried with my ex-husband—especially toward the end when my body knew something was wrong, but I didn’t have the evidence that he was lying and cheating, this is different.
Gabriel made sure that I was ready for his big size. He wanted me soft, pliant and open so that this wouldn’t physically hurt. And maybe that’s why, despite how much bigger he is than anyone I’ve ever been with, despite the nerves coiling in my stomach at the thought of letting someone in again, of being vulnerable and...seen,it still feels… right. It doesn’t hurt physically or emotionally. It feels… incredible.
He pulls back slightly, watching between us as his cock slides free just enough for us both to see it reemerge. His gaze darkens like it’s something to behold before he pushes in deeper.
“I’m almost all the way in, Aly. Relax. Let me feel you wrapped around me. Let me make you feel so good. Let me help you come again.”
I exhale, melting into his arms, into the way he holds me up so effortlessly against the tiles. He rocks his hips back, and this time, when he moves forward, he sinks all the way in—until there’s nowhere left to go. It’s just me and him, connected in the most intimate way with a sharp, delicious stretch that has our pelvises kissing, my breasts pressed to his strong chest, and nothing but him.
I inhale sharply.
Oh.
My.
God.
