Chapter 38 Gabriel
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan, gripping Aly’s hips as she squeezes around my fingers. Her body clenches like it needs me more than I do which isn’t possible. Because I’ll always need her more.
Reaching down, I circle her clit with firm strokes, my fingers brushing over the delicate white underwear, pantyhose and garter she’s wearing for our wedding. A wedding that’s supposed to be happening in just thirty short minutes.
“You better not rip them,” she warns breathlessly, as I toy with the thin lace, the tiny splash of blue on the garter catches my eye.
I smirk, reach down and snap it just to hear her gasp, then tug it down her leg, bringing it up to my nose where I sniff.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Instead, I push her underwear to the side then bring the garter I removed to her clit, dragging the puckered fabric over her sensitive skin, teasing her with it.
“How does that feel?” I ask her.
She moans, her back arching as her body begs for more.
“Good wife,” I murmur, watching her melt under my touch. She nods, another soft sound slipping past her lips. “Now, are you taking the test before or after the ceremony?”
“After,” she whispers, but I see the fear in her eyes.
She wants to know. She’s just as eager as I am to see if this is the month that worked and she’s pregnant.
Three months of trying. No birth control.
No condoms. But no positives yet either.
But today of all days, her period is due, and it hasn’t shown up yet.
It’s always on time. Hope grips my chest like a vise.
I pull back just enough to line my cock up at her entrance and then thrust into her in one, hard push, savoring the way she takes me, like she was made for this—for me.
“Yes, Gabriel,” she moans out.
“I’ll never get sick of this,” I growl. “Never get sick of fucking you raw. Filling you up. Stuffing your pussy with my seed.”
She whimpers, and I feel it everywhere. In one swift move, I lift her, flipping her onto her hands and knees, her lacy white underwear still half on, shoved aside, barely covering one perfect curve of her ass.
I make room for myself before thrusting into her from this angle, bottoming out.
The fabric from her panties scrapes against my shaft deliciously.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Fuck me harder.”
I grip her ass, squeezing as I push deeper, the fabric brushing against my fingers too now, driving me insane.
I want to respect her wish to wait to check—to enjoy our wedding day without the weight of another failed test hanging over us.
But I also don’t want our wedding night to be tainted by the results either.
And the thing is… I have a good fucking feeling about this month. Alessia’s been through so much. She’s fought so hard. Something tells me that this time it worked.
I reach forward, cupping her breasts, feeling their weight as I thrust into her again. Aly’s always had perfect tits, round and soft and meant for my hands, but lately… I’ve noticed a change. They’re bigger. And I’ve done my research—been a pseudo dad to two sisters, one with kids of her own now.
That’s a sign of early pregnancy.
Possessive heat surges through me, my grip tightens as I pull her back against my chest, my mouth finding her neck, biting, sucking, marking.
Because if she’s pregnant, that means I’m going to get to be a dad with her.
And I’m going to get to see her become a mom.
I am the lucky man who’s helping her experience a dream she’s had for years.
“Gabriel,” she moans.
“I know.” Because it feels better than usual. She’s extra wet and right before her period, she usually isn’t.
I’ve come to learn all these things about her body, and I’ve committed them to memory. She’s different and I know the reason why.
“My wife,” I whisper as I kiss her neck again while rocking my hips easily in and out of her. “My beautiful wife. I don’t want this to end.”
“Are we gonna be late?” she whispers.
I smile against her skin. “You’re the main event, sweetheart. Everyone waits for you.”
She moans again as my teeth graze her neck. I imagine everyone at the ceremony seeing it tonight—seeing my mark on her. I know she wouldn’t mind, but I don’t bite hard enough to leave a sign. Alessia’s always been proud of the way I’ve claimed her.
It’s a small wedding. Just my family, her mother, grandmother and Eduardo.
Exactly how we wanted it to be. It’s in the backyard of our home.
My childhood home. Where my parents raised me to love fiercely and protect others.
The place where I became a father unexpectedly overnight.
Where I grew up at a pace most people don’t have to.
Where I picked up the pieces after my divorce and put myself back together again—with Aly.
Where we fell in love and I earned her trust. And now, where we’re starting the rest of our lives and going to raise our family together.
“I want to know,” she gasps suddenly, her voice filled with urgency.
I still inside of her. My cock throbs and kicks, my whole body goes tense.
“You want to know?”
She nods and bites down on her lip. “I need to know.”
In one movement, I pull out of her, lift her into my arms, and carry her straight into the bathroom.
“Wait! I didn’t mean right now,” she gasps.
I press her against the sink, thrust two fingers inside her, and pump until she’s right at the edge of her orgasm.
“Gabriel, please!” she cries. She rides my hand, chasing her high.
I pause to pull her underwear down from her hips and kick it to the floor. She moans and rocks against my hand, her clit rubbing against the heel of my palm.
“I need to know too,” I tell her.
“But I want to come,” she whines and I laugh.
“Aly, if I don’t come, your something blue at this wedding is going to be my balls. You’re coming and so am I. Just as soon as we find out.”
I lift her effortlessly, stepping us both into the shower, pressing her back against the cool tile.
“What are you—?” she gasps, but the question dies in a moan as I slide back inside her, stretching her open again.
“Where’s the pregnancy test?” I ask.
Her eyes flutter. “Under the sink.”
I hesitate for only a second before pulling out, tearing myself away from her heat. She whimpers at the loss, but I’m on a mission. I step out of the shower, locate the test, rip it open, bring it back, uncap it and hold it up to her. She takes it in one hand and looks at me.
“What?”
I lift her again, sink back inside her pussy, and then grab the test and press the strip right over her urethra.
Her breath hitches. “What are you doing?”
“Pee on it while I’m inside you.”
She blinks at me. “Oh my god, of all the unhinged things you’ve done, this might take the cake.”
I smile, pulling my hips back before thrusting deep again, grinding against her just right. My balls tighten, my spine tingles—I’m gonna come soon if she doesn’t hurry. But first, we need this.
“A golden shower? Right before I walk down the aisle?” she asks, her pretty, brown eyes are wide. She has her makeup done, her hair blown out perfectly. Fuck, she’s a vision. But she’s naked now, the showerhead isn’t running, and I know this won’t mess up her day. I hope it makes it even better.
“I’ll rinse you off when we’re done. No need to rinse me. Mark me like a dog if you want,” I say, my voice full of heat. I roll my hips, making her whimper. “I’ll walk down the aisle smelling like your piss if that’s what you want. Now, sweetheart. Pee on that damn strip before I come inside you.”
She hesitates, her body tightening around me. I feel every tremor in her muscles, the way she’s holding herself back even though I know she wants to know too. The second she lets go, warmth spills over the test and drips onto my cock. And I swear my vision blurs.
There’s something raw about it. Something completely carnal about watching her release like that while I’m still inside her, feeling every second of it.
Didn’t think this would be my thing. But here we are.
And now I’m realizing I might like her urinating on me a whole lot more than a grown man probably should.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” I groan, grabbing the shower head, rinsing her legs and myself off, never once pulling out of her.
She places the test on the ledge beside us, and I shut off the water, and then I’m back at it—driving into her, making her ass bounce off the walls, just like the first night we had sex in the shower.
The test blinks in my periphery, calculating our future but I don’t pay it any mind.
“Gabriel—I’m gonna come,” she cries, her body bowing against me.
“Me too, sweetheart. Say your husband’s name when you do.”
Her breathing comes out in soft gasps. “Show me the test. Please.”
I hesitate for only a second before snatching it off the ledge and turning it toward her so that she can see it first. I don’t even see what it says—I only see her. That’s the only thing that’s ever mattered to me. Not whether she can have a baby or not, just her.
The moment she registers it, her body shatters. Tears spill down her cheeks, her abs clench, and her pussy squeezes me so tightly I see stars when she reaches her climax.
“Gabriel,” she sobs, her orgasm wrecking her. It wrecks me too as she pulls me under with her, collapsing in my arms.
I hold her up, my body locking as my release takes over, planting myself deep inside her womb, my cock jerking, spilling freely. And at the last second, I glance down—Two lines. With a single word, blinking beside them.
Pregnant.