Page 74 of The Wrong Groom

I nod desperately, knowing just what he means. The fullness is amazing and overwhelming, but there’s something missing, something my body is clamoring for.

Reaching down, Gabriel wraps my legs loosely around his hips. Then he draws back until only the head of his cock remains inside me before easing back in. I can feel myself adjusting to it, taking him easier, and as I get used to how full he makes me, he starts to pick up the pace, driving in harder and faster every time our bodies rejoin.

One of his hands is gripping my hip, his fingers pressing into my skin as he holds me steady against the rocking power of his thrusts. His face stays close to mine, so close that our noses are almost touching, our lips meeting in a frenzied kiss from time to time. It takes everything I have to keep my eyes open. My instinct is to close them and focus on the sensations like I usually do when I’m touching myself, lost in some fantasy from one of my books.

But right now, with this man?

I don’t want to miss a single second of it.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, and the only answer I can manage is a sound that’s something between a moan and a cry.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve imagined what my first time would be like. After all the romance novels I’ve read, it was impossible not to think about it. They gave me plenty of material to work with, but not one of those daydreams comes anywhere close to this—to Gabriel right here in front of me, in a restaurant he bought just to be alone with me, filling me so perfectly that I know I’ll feel a little bit empty without this for the rest of my life.

My flushed chest is still a bit sticky where the ice cream dripped down it, and I’m slick with arousal where we’re joined. Every time he pulls back, I suck in a breath, my hips rising to meet his next thrust.

He’s not even touching my clit, but with the way he’s driving inside me, the friction is enough to send sparks shooting through me. And something about the angle of his cock makes a different kind of pleasure than I’ve ever felt before build, slow and steady, low in my core.

I want it to last forever, but I can already feel that tingling feeling in my limbs that tells me an orgasm isn’t far off. I try to hold it back, to draw things out, but no amount of willpower can tamp down the swell gathering inside me.

“I’m… I’m close,” I gasp out. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Gabriel picks up his pace, driving into me harder, his teeth bared with exertion.

“Wait for me,” he rasps, his rhythm stuttering a little, turning almost frantic. “I’m right there too. God, I wanted to make it last, but I fucking can’t. I can’t, sunshine.”

There’s a note of frustration in his tone, but honestly, knowing that I’ve got him right on the edge the same way he’s done to me might actually be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. The feel of him holding on for dear life, struggling not to fall apart, is such a turn on that it lights the tinder inside me, sending flames shooting through my limbs.

“Gabriel!”

I cry out his name as the room tilts around me, my eyes squeezing shut hard enough that tears slip free, and I finally let out the sounds that have been crawling up my throat. Pleasure surges through me in waves, the orgasm like a force of nature as I shatter around him, clenching tight.

With a few more hard thrusts, he crushes his mouth to mine, going rigid as he finally lets go. His cock pulses, his hips grinding against me as if he’s trying to somehow get even deeper, and the warm flood of his cum makes me whimper.

A dazed, satisfied smile pulls at my lips as we finally go still. I cling to him like I might float away if I don’t—because for all I know, I might. Gabriel sinks down over me, giving me some of his weight as his chest heaves against mine, his cock still buried inside me.

It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.

Chapter 25

Gabriel

In the aftermath, Alexis clings to me, her breaths hot and uneven against my collarbone.

I’m still buried inside her. Her pussy is warm and tight around my softening cock. Her legs are wrapped around my hips, her back pressed to the table, arched ever-so-slightly with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She’s panting. I’m panting. Stars dance in my peripheral vision as I carefully pull out of her with a quiet groan I’m unable to stifle. I’m not sure I’ve ever come that hard in my life.

A trail of cum spills down her inner thigh, and her breath hitches. I reach for one of Liora’s expensive, embroidered napkins and fold it to clean her up, careful to keep my touch light since I’m sure she’s incredibly sensitive. Once I’m done, I lean over her, taking in her dazed expression. A smile tugs at my lips as I press them to hers.

“How was that?” I ask quietly.

She offers me a shaky grin. “I feel… amazing.”

I help her into an upright position, and she blinks, visibly disoriented. When she tries to slip off the table and stand, her knees buckle. I catch her, alarmed.

“You okay?”

She lets out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. I’m… I’m good. Just… whoa. That was incredible.”