Hearing him ask it like that, it causes butterflies to explode in my stomach because yes, I’d very much like for him to fuck me right now.
“Yes. Please.”
In one smooth thrust, he fills me completely. There’s no hesitation, no slowness—just raw, unfiltered need. The air leaves my lungs, a strangled moan slipping out as my body adjuststo the stretch. My back arches off the bed, the sensation overwhelming, but so, so good. He stills for a moment, his forehead pressing against mine, both of us breathing hard.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice strained, his breath hot against my skin. “You feel so fucking good. Your pussy squeezing my cock.”
I can’t speak, can’t think. All I can do is feel—every inch of him inside me, the way he stretches me, fills me, consumes me. There’s no tenderness in his thrusts. They’re rough, demanding, pushing me to the edge faster than I thought possible.
His steady pace becomes something more urgent, more desperate, and Gabriel’s thrusts get even harder, faster. His fingers dig into my hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher, like he’s losing control. With each snap of his hips, it’s as if he’s trying to imprint himself on me.
“Gabriel!” I moan, my nails digging into his back, desperate for something to hold onto. The pleasure builds and builds until I can’t take it anymore.
His hand wraps around my neck, taking me by surprise. My eyes widen and his fingers apply just enough pressure for the adrenaline to kick in.
I gasp.
His eyes lock on mine. “Come for me, baby,” he growls, his eyes never straying. “Let go. Let me feel your pussy strangle my dick.”
And I do.
I come undone, the tension in my body snapping all at once, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I can’t even scream.
My orgasm rips through me, my body shaking, trembling beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. Gabriel isn’t far behind, his movements becoming frantic,desperate, and then he’s groaning my name, his body tensing as he finds his own release.
For a moment, everything is still, quiet except for the sound of our breathing, heavy and uneven. Gabriel stays there, his body pressed against mine, his weight comforting.
He shudders, and I close my eyes, sinking into the warmth of him, the feel of his heartbeat evening out against my chest. My hands lift, fingers running through his hair.
“I’ve got you,” I tell him. Letting him know I’m here. Whenever he’s ready to talk. I’m right here.
gabriel
. . .
The momentI pull out from between Cecilia’s thighs, a flood of satisfaction and exhaustion rolls over me. My breath is ragged, her skin warm beneath my hands. I should go to the bathroom, grab a warm wash rag and help her clean up.
But something in me twists at the idea, this primal urge tightening in my chest. Before I can think it through, I shove two fingers into her dripping entrance, pushing my cum back inside her.
Cecilia gasps, her body jerking under my touch. “What ... what are you doing?”
I glance down at her, the words slipping from my lips before I even realize what I’m saying. “I’m plugging you up.”
Her breath hitches, dark brown eyes widening as she stares at me. “Why?”
My brows furrow.Why?Hell, I don’t know. It’s something Ineededto do. My fingers stay buried inside her, her core tight around them. I meet her gaze, my voice gravelly. “I don’t know. Just ... felt right.”
She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, and I can see the questions spinning in her head,her body tensing beneath me. So, I ask her something I’ve never really considered before, until now. “Have you ever thought about kids?”
Her eyes flicker in surprise, but she nods after a beat. “Yeah, I mean ... I think I’ll have some eventually. Not right now. I’m still in school, and ... we’re still figuring things out.” Her cheeks pink. Good. She’s not only thought about having kids, but has specifically thought about having them with me.
Her words make sense. I’ve got college and soccer to think about too. But there’s this part of me that doesn’t care about the timeline. The thought of her growing round with my child, carrying something we made together ... it does something to me.
I lean down, brushing my lips against her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally her mouth, kissing away the worry that lingers in her expression. “I’m not suggesting you get pregnant right now,” I murmur, my breath mingling with hers. “But I like the idea of you ... growing round with my baby.”
She laughs softly, though it’s a little shaky. “I’m on the pill, Gabriel.”
I shrug, a slow smile spreading across my face as I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. “That’s fine. I still like the idea of my cum staying inside you.”
