Raquel
There. I said it.
I expect him to laugh. Maybe even make fun of me. I’ve never had s*x before and if we’re going to do this —and I really want to f*****g do this— then Gabriel deserves to know the truth.
Standing before him completely exposed, you’d think I’d feel shy or a bit self-conscious. I’m anything but. His attention is intoxicating. When his eyes sweep over my naked body, tracing the curve of my breasts, the dip of my waist, trailing down to my aching p***y… I feel like a million bucks, a work of art he has every intention of taking as his own.
He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t make fun of me.
Instead, he looks like he’s going to devour me.
Gabriel cups my face in his hands and kisses me again, tender and sweet. It’s a slow, sensual kiss that manages to send a delightful sh
