Chapter 34 Gabriel #2
She gags, just for a second, then forces herself to relax, opening wider, pushing through it. When I ease out, the suction she gives me is perfect—tight, hot, fucking sinful. She hollows her cheeks and pops off the tip, leaving a string of spit connecting to us.
“Again,” my voice cracks. I lower myself into her mouth, she flattens her tongue and sucks me hard with a soft humming moan, drawing me in deeper.
“Fuck, Aly, your mouth is a dream.”
She hums harder around me, the vibration shooting straight through my spine before I sink down into her.
Her tongue drags along the underside of my shaft and it’s too slow of a pace.
I want to claim her. I want to fill her mouth so that it never touches another man’s again.
I want her to know that this is it for her because it’s it for me.
I steady myself, gripping the headboard until my knuckles turn white, my other hand fisting the base of my cock as I angle deeper into her mouth. Fuck, I want to fuck her throat until she’s gasping, want to feel her swallow every drop of me, choking on my seed.
But I want more than that. I want her pussy. I want all of her.
Her hands curl behind me until she’s grazing her fingers across my ass and down my crack.
My balls tighten and I move faster, thrusting in shallow strokes between those soft, plush lips, her suction tight, perfect, her moans sending heat straight to my core.
I groan, she moans, both of us teetering on the edge of something devastating.
Her hand curls through my thighs to cup my balls, teasing them gently with one of her long nails on another deep suck.
"Fuck.”
I pull back, panting, watching her as she licks her lips, her mouth red and swollen from taking me. Her eyes are wide, round, watching as I pinch the tip of my cock, willing myself not to come yet. I pinch harder. I need inside her now.
I move fast, tearing off her pants, tossing them somewhere behind me, pushing her thighs apart to make space for me.
This time I don’t even have to ask. She lifts her hips, just enough to get positioned correctly, offering up her body to me.
There’s no words. No hesitation. Just trust and no need for a condom.
I slide in bare and feel just how soaked sucking my dick made her.
I groan, dragging my hands to her thighs and squeezing.
I look at where we’re connected and push her thighs apart wider to angle myself deep in her pussy.
Then I thrust—deep, to the root, burying myself inside her heat until I can’t get out, because her pussy is clenching around me like a vice.
And fuck, it’s like home.
I lean forward and kiss her like the last thread of my restraint finally snaps.
Her fingers dive into my hair instantly, gripping tight, pulling me closer as she kisses me right back.
Our mouths move together like we’ve been waiting for this exact moment, tongues tangling, breath mixing.
My hips press forward against her without thinking, a slow pulse that makes her inhale sharply against my mouth.
And I feel it. The shift. The surrender.
Because this kiss is different. It’s still fire and hunger and the kind of want that makes my blood run hot.
But there’s something deeper threaded through it now too.
Something steady. Certain. This kiss isn’t just passion.
It’s a promise that she’s not going to let me down and neither am I.
I know what she’s been through. I know part of the breakdown in her marriage was the infertility. I know how much she’s wanted a baby. And right now—fuck, right now—that’s what I’m thinking about.
I see it so vividly—her, pregnant, carrying our child.
And whether that future is real or just a fleeting, desperate fantasy that a man who loves a woman is having, I don’t care.
I want to try if she does. Because no matter what happens, no matter what the future holds, I want her.
All of her. Exactly the way that she is.
I want to continue proving to her that I’m worthy of her trust and love.
I pin her to the mattress, grinding deeper, rolling my pelvis into her clit so that she can get the friction I know she needs.
I feel the way her body clenches around me.
One hand grips her hip, holding her still, the other finds her clit, rubbing in tight, ruthless circles that have her gasping, thrashing underneath me.
Her moans break into little cries, breathless, desperate. I thrust into her in long, claiming strokes—the kind that say you’re mine without words. And I think that’s what she’s telling me back. With every touch, every kiss, every shattered moan.
Tonight, she’s choosing me. But I need to hear it. I need her to say it.
“Tell me what you want, Alessia,” I demand, driving into her. This time, there’s no hesitation. There’s no games. There’s no backing out. There’s determination in her eyes that tells me she’s ready to take a chance even if it scares her too.
“I want you too. All of you. I want to date you. I want to know you outside of sex. I choose you," she says.
A groan rips from my throat as I roll my shoulders back, sinking into her again, my cock pulsing, aching to release. My thumb finds my tongue, wetting it before I press it against her clit, rubbing hard now.
“I choose you too, Aly.” My voice is rough, barely a whisper. “Fuck, you have no idea how good it feels good to hear you say that.”
Her gaze softens, something breaking open in those pretty, stormy eyes before her fingers curl around my neck, pulling me down into another kiss.
And I’m lost. Lost in her scent, in her heat, in the way she gives herself over to me so easily, so completely after everything that she’s gone through.
I don’t deserve it but damn I’m glad I’m on the receiving end of her love.
I rub harder, feeling that swollen little bundle of nerves throb beneath my fingers. She moans against my mouth, hooks a leg around my waist, angling her hips so I can drive into her deeper, harder—until we’re connected in a way we’ve never been before.
“Gabriel… I’m gonna come.”
“Good. Say my name when you do. Say your boyfriend’s name when you do. Because one day, I’m going to be your husband.”
Her head tilts back, her mouth falls open on a ragged moan as I drop my lips to her throat, sucking, marking her. This time, the mark will last for longer than a few minutes.
Then she breaks. Her pussy clenches, spasms around me, dragging me deeper, holding me tight, so fucking tight that it takes everything in me to keep thrusting through it. I don’t last long; I can’t last long. Not when she’s unraveling beneath me, around me, because of me.
And when I feel her orgasm begin to fade, I bury myself inside her, deep, groaning into her skin as I let go—letting her take all of me. Every ounce of fear. Every piece of pain. Every promise of the future I want to give her.
She sighs, her legs tightening around my waist, keeping me inside her even as I soften.
I roll us, shifting her on top of me, her sweat-slicked skin clinging to mine despite how cold the house is.
Koala-style, she curls into me, perfect, and I grip the sheets, dragging them up, cocooning us in warmth so that she doesn’t get chilled.
I brush back her hair, pressing a lazy kiss to her lips knowing this time she’s not going to run away from me. This time she’s staying.
“Perfect." My voice is full of awe. “You’re fucking perfect, Aly. Everything about you." She smiles, content, her eyes still closed. “I think school’s going to be canceled tomorrow.”
“You think?” she murmurs, already half-asleep.
“I know so.” I smirk, tightening my hold on her. “Which means, I’m taking you on a real date tomorrow.”
Her eyes flutter open, soft but bright. “Really?"
“Yeah. Something around here—since it might not be safe to drive. But a real, proper date.” I run my fingers down her spine, feeling the way she shivers against me.
“I want to know everything there is to know about you. I want to show you that you don’t have to fear me letting you down.
That I’m steady and dependable. That I’m yours—if you’ll give me the chance to be.
This will be the first date of the rest of our lives. ”
She nods, voice soft and muffled against my chest. “I’d love that.”
“Good.” I tip her chin up, kissing her again, slow and deep, swallowing the little sigh she makes as she melts into me with.
“I can’t say I ever thought I’d end up in a relationship with my first one-night stand after my divorce,” she muses.
I chuckle darkly, already feeling myself thicken again inside her, her body still wrapped around me.
“I’m glad it was me that you trusted that first night with.”
She props her chin on her fist, studying me, something soft and knowing in her gaze. “Even if it wasn’t you, I think I would’ve always found my way to you.”
I exhale, my chest tightening, my hand running up her spine to tangle in her hair. I bring her face closer so I can kiss her lips softly.
“I think so too, sweetheart.” I kiss her forehead and let my lips linger. “I think so too.”