26. Alexis
Alexis
Warmth presses along my back, easing me awake.
The scratch of Gabriel’s stubble at my neck reaches me first, somewhere in the haze between sleep and waking, and then the heat of his lips follows.
My eyes drift open as he kisses a slow path from the base of my neck up behind my ear, and I shiver when he catches the lobe between his teeth.
“Good morning.” His voice is low and rough with sleep. Desire curls in my belly, pulling me the rest of the way awake. “Were you dreaming about me the way I was dreaming about you?”
My body answers before I can, heat blooming through me and spreading out across my skin.
Honestly, I’m still worn out from yesterday, from what we did at the restaurant in the middle of the afternoon, and I couldn’t tell him a single dream even if I’d had one—but with his lips on me again and his hard cock pressing into my ass, I don’t need to dream.
I have the real thing.
And it’s so much better than anything my mind could have come up with.
We’re both naked—even though nothing happened between us last night, the feel of falling asleep skin to skin was incredible—and he drags one hand up my side, his fingers exploring lightly until they find my breast. He rolls my nipple under his thumb until it goes tight, grinding his cock against my ass in a slow rhythm.
“This is all I could think about,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.
My eyelids flutter at the words, because I still can’t quite believe them. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, not after the way he fucked me yesterday, but it’s barely sunk in that he doesn’t just find me attractive. He wants me. Intensely.
Gabriel kisses my neck again, dragging his lips along the skin. “This is embarrassing to admit, but I feel like a fucking addict. I was hard all night.”
“You should’ve woken me up,” I murmur, pressing back against the insistent hardness of his cock. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was still asleep, because it almost feels too good to be real.
He huffs a quiet laugh against my ear. “Wasn’t sure you’d want me to. You’re still new to this, sunshine, and I take our agreement for me to teach you seriously. I don’t want to wear you out.”
“I want you to.” The words come out before I can second-guess them, and my face heats at my own boldness.
He makes a low sound, and his hand slides back down my body. He lets it drift between my thighs, his fingers sliding through the folds of my pussy like he’s in no rush at all. My breath catches as my back arches on its own, my whole body lighting up as my pulse quickens.
I’m still a little sore from yesterday, but when he eases a finger inside me, a ravenous ache spreads through me, overriding everything else.
“You’re already soaked.” His mouth grazes my neck.
“You sure you weren’t dreaming about me?
” He works his finger in and out slowly, opening me up in a way that makes it clear he’s very conscious that my body is still learning.
I appreciate the gentleness, but it also leaves me craving more in a way that I can’t quite tamp down.
I roll my hips against his hand, pressing his finger deeper, and he chuckles again. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Gabriel,” I whisper, my voice breathless.
“Yeah, sunshine?”
“I am sore, but…” I swallow. Despite reading the steamiest of sex scenes with a straight face, I’m not quite at the point where I can say dirty things out loud without blushing a little.
Still, the way Gabriel touches me and looks at me, the way he seems to like it when I ask for what I need, gives me the confidence to keep going.
To be a little demanding. “But I need you to fuck me. I need to remind myself that yesterday was truly real. That it was really that good.”
He blows out a harsh breath as his cock throbs against my ass, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit. “It really was that good. It was the kind of sex that will stick with me until the day I die. But I’m more than happy to remind you.”
He teases my pussy a while longer, fucking me lightly with two fingers while he grinds against my clit.
It feels incredible, and I know what he’s doing—making sure I’m so worked up that my body will take him easily despite the soreness from yesterday.
I appreciate it, but it’s also driving me crazy, because I’m already desperate for him.
“Please,” I whimper, gripping his thick forearm as I ride his hand with increasing shamelessness. “I’m ready, Gabriel. More than ready. I—I need you.”
“Fucking hell,” he grates out.
He slides his finger free and brings his hand to his cock, then notches the head against my entrance from behind. I hold my breath, waiting for that incredible stretch, and the air leaves my lungs in a rush of surprise when he hooks my leg back over his, opening me up at a new angle.
“There we go. Just like that.” He lines himself up and starts to press in slowly, one hand slipping down between my breasts to find my clit.
God, I’m so fucking glad we decided not to use condoms. I know there’s a countdown ticking over our time together, and I would hate to think we wasted any of it with anything between us.
I might not have anything else to compare it to, but the feel of Gabriel’s thick cock sliding into me bare, his velvety skin stretching me open, is the most indescribable sensation I’ve ever experienced.
“Gabriel…”
There’s more I want to say, but I can’t remember what it was.
I can barely think past the feel of him sinking into me.
I already know I can take him, but I definitely haven’t gotten fully accustomed to the shock of how big he is yet.
Maybe I never will. Maybe it’ll steal my breath every single time, and some part of me hopes it does.
His fingers return to my clit, circling it as he draws out and presses deeper. “Say it again. I love hearing my name on your lips.”
“Gabriel!”
It comes out with more force, a half whispered cry, and he groans into my ear as he rocks his hips forward again, sliding all the way home.
Another strangled sound slips out of me as he bottoms out, the pleasure of it so intense that the room goes white at the edges for a second before my vision floods back.
My heart thuds heavily against my ribs as I fight to steady my breathing.
He goes still, buried deep, and brushes his lips over my shoulder. “You okay?”
“Holy fuck, yes.” I push back against him to prove it, and he groans.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
The words are low, almost like it’s a private thought that slipped out rather than something he meant for me to hear, and it’s like he plucked the thought right out of my head. I could do this with him a thousand times and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Fuck me,” I whisper with a boldness born of desperation. “Please.”
He growls softly, then starts to rock his hips against my ass, burying his cock completely each time as he keeps up the attention on my clit. A stuttering gasp escapes me, and I arch my back to give him better access, to let him in deeper.
Our bodies move like that, grinding and gyrating, our quiet, hungry sounds filling the bedroom. As pleasure starts to spike higher, I turn my head, craning my neck to seek out his full lips in a messy kiss.
“Harder,” I demand against his mouth.
“God, I love it when you get bossy.”
Gabriel nips my lower lip and then shifts our positions, rolling me onto my stomach without pulling out, easy and smooth. His hands close over my hips and draw me up onto my hands and knees, and a thrill shoots through me because there’s a part of me that loves being handled by him like this.
“Is this what you want?” He draws back and then thrusts hard, rocking my body slightly, and a cry climbs up my throat.
“Yes! Oh my god, yes.”
I drop my head between my arms, my hair falling in a tangled sheet around my face, as my hands fist the sheets, twisting them tightly as I hold on for dear life.
The smooth drag as he pulls out contrasts with the sharp, fast way he snaps his hips forward again with each driving thrust, and it sends the pleasure inside me spiraling even higher.
“It’s all yours, sunshine, for as long as we’re married.
Every inch.” His grip on my hips tightens as he picks up the pace a little more.
My back arches, and he rests one hand at the small of it and presses lightly, urging me to arch farther.
“God, you take me so well. How the fuck are you so perfect?”
His praise skims over my skin, the overload of sensations making my arms shake.
I drop down to my elbows, resting my forehead against the pillow, and just barely manage to swallow a scream as he sinks into me again, cognizant of Peyton sleeping down the hall.
He’s so much deeper from this angle, hitting entirely new places that I barely even knew existed.
This is a new one for me—not that it takes much for a position to be new—and I’m fairly sure it’s my favorite so far. I hope there are a hundred more.
When I manage to lift my head and glance at him over my shoulder, my heart stutters at the sight of his face.
His gaze is fixed on the place where his cock disappears into me, and the look of awe and heat in his expression makes butterflies flap wildly in my stomach.
Every new thrust pulls a whimper out of me, and my knuckles are white as I grip the sheets.
It feels like I’m unraveling from the inside out.
And I love it.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He grits out the words over the sound of his hips slapping against my ass, but even as he gives me exactly what I begged for, I can see how he stays watchful, reading me and gauging my reactions, holding himself in control. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not—don’t stop.” I can barely get the words out.