The fullness.
Thefullness.
It can’t be described. Like being filled in a way you were always meant to be but never quite managed because nothing was ever big enough. Like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place, fitting exactly as it should—like it was always supposed to.
It’s like being starving—empty, hollow, aching—and then suddenly so stuffed from an all-you-can-eat buffet you can barely move.
I could go on, but just picture one of those memes—a massive tractor-trailer trying to squeeze through a tunnel half its size. It’s that.
And more.
So much more.
You couldn’t wedge a finger around him if you tried. There’s just too much of him. Too much thickness. Too much girth. Too muchman.
He pauses, holding himself still inside me, watching me carefully, and that’s when I see it—the tight strain in his jaw, the thick cords of his neck bulging, the flex of muscle in his chest. He’s holding back so that he doesn’t hurt me. He’s just as lost in this as I am in the sensations.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
A slow smile spreads across his face before he tilts his head back into the stream of water. Like a fucking slow-motion porno, he tosses his black hair under the spray, sending droplets flying over my skin, my nipples, my face. Then, with a freehand, he slicks it all back, and it’s unfair unreal really how good he looks under the water.
Then his face hardens, his voice dropping into a gravelly growl.
“No, I’m not fuckingokay, Alessia. I’m never going to recover from this. I’m never going to recover from you.”
His fingers flex against my thighs as his gaze darkens, his body tightening like a predator on the verge of snapping. My lips part in surprise.
“It’s taking every shred of strength, every ounce of patience, every single cell in my body not to come inside you right now. Your pussy…” His hand moves between us, fingers swiping at where we’re joined underneath, brushing against the sensitive seam of his cock where I know he’s pierced. I feel the silver balls when he pulls back a little, changes his angle just slightly, and rubs them right against my opening. “Your pussy is fucking glorious. The tightest I’ve ever been inside.”
My nipples feel like they’re going to explode. I’ve never had someone talk this dirty to me.
“It’s warm. Wet. Holding me like a tourniquet. If you asked me to pull out and stop right now, I don’t think I could. But I’d find a way—and then I’d drop to my knees and worship you all over again, eat this divine pussy until you came all over my face and I feasted on every drop that you’re willing to give me.”
My mouth falls open, my breath stuttering, my brain short-circuiting. Then he leans in, pressing his forehead to mine, his next words spoken so close I feel the heat of them against my lips.
“So yeah, I’m going to start fucking you now—if that’s okay—because it’s been a really long fucking time since I’ve been inside a woman, and never—never—have I fucked one raw since my ex-wife.”
I nod, feeling desperate, frantic, ready for what he’s going to give me. And that’s all it takes.
Gabriel moves hard. He pulls out, thrusts back in, all the way to the root. I let out a moan and he groans, and we both look down, watching as I stretch around him, as my body takes him, welcomes him, something I didn’t think I was capable of doing anymore without pain.
One of his hands slips between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing slow, careful circles. Just enough pressure to keep me on the edge but not enough to send me over too soon. My thighs quiver, tightening around his hips as I try to hold on. He twists his hips on his next thrust, and I feel the silver jewelry again.
“You like that?” he rasps, swiping water from his face. Without even looking,he reaches up, adjusts the shower head, angling it so the spray hits exactly where we’re joined—so it pelts my already oversensitive clit in relentless, pinpointed pressure.
Oh.
Oh.
If that wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing ever. A man checking in, adjusting, making sure I’m pleased and having a good time while he’s still riding his own high.
He presses a button and the stream sharpens, a single concentrated jet hitting right there, and I can’t even form words to answer him.
“Yeah,” I breathe, barely able to speak. “Yeah, I like that. Gabriel, I’m not going to last very long.”
He grins. A knowing, wicked grin. Then he thrusts back into me, deeper this time. My back thumps against the wall, and it’s too good—so good—I can’t stop.
“You think you can give me another one?”
