He unzips the dress the rest of the way slowly, peeling it off, his touch gentle, reverent. When I’m bare except for my underwear, he pauses.
“Bellissima,” he says, his eyes moving over my body. “Every time I see you, I forget how to think.”
He lowers his mouth to my collarbone, trailing kisses there. Then he moves to my shoulder, then to the swell of my breast. He takes his time, worshiping every inch.
When he reaches my stomach, the soft curve that I’ve spent my whole life hating, he stops, pressing another kiss there.
“Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Tears sting my eyes, and I wipe them away as quickly as I can. Gabriel hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them down. Then he’s spreading my thighs and settling between them, his mouth finding me in that perfect way I need.
I gasp the moment his tongue finds my clit, my hands flying to his hair and holding him in place. He works me slowly—tongue, lips, fingers—until I’m writhing, gasping, and begging. I lookdown, watching him lick me, watching his fingers move in and out of my drenched pussy.
“Gabriel… oh God… please…”
“Not yet.” He looks up and flashes me a small smirk, like he knows just what he’s doing. “I want to savor this, savor you.”
He adds a second finger, curling it just right, hitting me in the G-spot, and I shatter. The orgasm is thunderous, rolling, hot pleasure coursing through my body. But he doesn’t stop, just works me through it until I’m trembling.
Before I have a chance to catch my breath, he’s over me, his eyes locked onto mine. He leans down and kisses my neck, goosebumps spreading across my body. I wrap my legs around him, bringing him closer, feeling his hardness press against my entrance.
“I want to see your face,” he says quietly. “I want to watch you when I’m inside you.”
I reach down and guide him exactly where I need him. He pushes in slowly, and we both exhale as he sinks into me.
“Dio,” he breathes. “You feel so fucking good every time.”
He starts to move slowly at first, and I love it, his cock stretching me out, pushing deep inside. Then his pace picks up a bit, deep, rolling thrusts that make my back arch underneath him. I lock my ankles at the small of his back, holding him in place, making sure he drives down in that exact way.
His hands find mine, threading our fingers together, pinning my hands above my head.
“Look at me,” he commands softly.
I do.
The intensity of his gaze, the raw need I see in his eyes, makes my chest ache.
“You’re mine, Thea,” he says. “Say it.”
This time there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing.
“I’m yours.”
“Sempre. Always.”
He increases his pace, my breasts bouncing with the power of his thrusts, and I’m already climbing again.
“Gabriel… I can’t… I’m going to…”
“Then come for me.” He reaches down, his thumb finding my clit, circling. “Come for me,bella.”
I clench around him, moaning his name, shaking from the pure intensity. He pounds me through it, and for a moment I think he’s going to come with me. But he holds back. He’s never done with me until he decides it’s time.
Gabriel kisses me deeply as the last traces of the orgasm fade. Then he pulls out gently and rolls us over so I’m on top of him.
“Again,” he says.
“Gabriel—”
