Their Broken Pieces by Jessica Gomez

Chapter Forty

Jasmine

 

 

When Alex pulls me down to the bed and lays over me, my traitorous heart skips a beat. My breathing slows, but is heavy at the same time. His hardness pressed into my thigh, displaying his craving, and letting me know his intentions. My lips fuse to his, our tongues searching, trying to find the answer to our troubles within each other. A soft smile forms on my lips as we consume one another. When our upper halves finally meet, the sensation is fire, igniting my entire body with a desperate hunger.

“I love you, Alex. I want you so much,” I say between our lips.

His movements slow, but only for a fraction of a second before he becomes wild, the vulnerable words detonating a hunger within him.

He draws his hand from my jaw, down the side of my body, ending by gliding his fingers over my ribs. His fingers are rough from working, but the feel of them on my skin is so incredible, I suck in a breath and moan.

“You have nothing to worry about, cariño. I would never hurt you.” He brushes the words against my skin with his lips.

“I know.”

He presses against me, moving in slow motions, caressing me with his rough fingers. I wrap my arms around him, pressing my nails into his sides, encouraging him to touch me. He complies, kissing me tenderly, while his eyes blaze into mine. He’s not voicing that he loves me, but each touch, kiss, and nip expresses his sentiments all the same. They say, I love you, I want you, I’ll never let you go.

He leaves a fire in his wake as he kisses and licks down to my tummy. “You’re perfecta, muneca,” He whispers gently against my sensitive skin.

I undulate under him and moan. The need is almost too much to bear.

He begins his ascent to meet my lips, stopping off at my breasts, suckling one nipple and then the other into his mouth. The warm wetness and gentle tugging sensation clouds my mind. I tilt my head back and push my chest out, urging him on, stirring my lower half.

Alex spreads my legs with his knee and fixes himself between them, sliding his boxer-covered cock through the wetness of my lips, causing us both to buck our hips. He groans, trembling with anticipation.

I palm his cheek and meet his eyes. He’s motionless for a moment, mesmerized as he continues to stare, even after I tug off his briefs. The softness of his ass fills my palm when I squeeze, assisting his next push against my center, this time with no barriers.

We need to take this to the next level before I lose my sanity. I’m going to pull my hair out by the roots if he continues to move this slowly. He must agree, because he shimmies the rest of the way out of his boxers, leaving us both naked.

He leans up, cradling my face in his hands. He’s having second thoughts, but it’s not because he’s not interested—he’s worried. I’ve heard the first time hurts for girls, but I’m not thinking about how much it’ll hurt. All I can think about is him inside of me. No matter what happens between us, I’ll always have this memory, something that’s a part of our time together forever.

“I’m all right,” I reassure him.

His eyes shimmer in the pastel blue light from the TV. He blinks fast to clear them and spreads my legs out further with his thighs. Somehow, a condom is already in his hand and he expertly puts it on. He moves one of his hands to adjust himself and I wait.

The sensation of him inside me is overwhelming. As he moves in, the pressure is intense. Once he’s in place, I can no longer hold my gasp as my insides clench tightly. He’s searching my face, seeing tears form in my eyes. His eyes turn frantic, terrified that he may have hurt me.

“I’m all right. Just go slow.” My voice is soft. The longer he waits to move, the more my body adjusts. After a few minutes, it no longer hurts as bad. Now it’s a blissful pain.

He nods, unable to speak. His emotions are all over the place. He’s working hard to control them. His movements are gentle and cautious as he slowly pulls out, and then pushes back in. Tears glisten in his eyes as he watches me intently, then leans down, tucking his face into the crook of my neck. His heavy breathing is loud from both pleasure and emotion. My heart pounds, attempting to break free and meld with Alex’s.

He increases his pace, concentrating on me, drawing a whimper as I undulate under him, experiencing the most amazing pressure building where he moves in and out until my eyes roll back in my head and explode.

When I return from la-la land, Alex is breathing harder, getting closer, so I move faster with his every stroke, feeling him go deeper as he says, “Te amo con todo mi corazón y alma.” He whispers the words in my ear seconds before he shudders above me, pumping shallowly until he falls motionless, attempting to catch his breath.

My smile beams to the ceiling because his face is smothered in my hair, hiding from reality for just a moment longer. I trail my fingers slowly up and down his back, soothingly trying to relieve his worry.

“Thank you,” I say, and kiss the side of his neck.

He lifts himself and moves to my side, watching my face. I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but I love his eyes on me like this—hungry. I want to ask what he whispered in Spanish, but I feel he’ll not translate. The only word I could understand was corazón, meaning heart.

“Come here.” His voice is uneven.

His arm wraps around my waist as I scoot closer and sink into his side, still overheated from what just happened. “Hmm…” This is perfect, exactly how it’s supposed to be.

I close my eyes and relax into him, the Sandman snatching my lids and claiming me already. Sleeping is the last thing I want to do because I want every moment with him, just like this, for a while longer. But it’s no use, darkness asserts its dominance and drags me under.