Complicated (Alex Gaskarth)

How Does It Feel

After the first time she and Alex go at it bare in Italy, Elizabeth has some thoughts.

Companion chapter to The Complicated Project

If there's one thing that years of protected sex has tried to teach me, it's that what Alex and I just did is wrong.

Shameful, even, with the way he had me pressed up against the door of our hotel room mere moments after it was closed, which, amongst rushed making out and torn clothes, led me to pushing him down on the bed, and us grinding against each other until I rode him like there was no tomorrow.

Yet, in this moment, seconds after he's just come into me, the warm evidence coating my walls and my inner thighs, I have never felt more alive.

Blissed out, even by our mind-blowing orgasms, spurred on the combined heightened sensation of forgoing any sense of protection along with baby fever.

Fucked out, really, as I take in Alex's form from under me, sprawled out naked on top of the pillows we didn't bother moving, looking absolutely rapturous, with his arms and legs stretched out on either side of him, while his lips are stretched into a smug smile, and a thin layer of sheen covers his body.

And, apparently, if the sudden shift of his hips against mine, more so, the startling press of the head of his hardening cock against my clit, has anything to say about it, primed.

To first, start off our honeymoon on a high note, just as Alex intended with his gift of vibrating panties.

Second or us to go at it again in what I expect will be a series of intense lovemaking trysts the whole three weeks we're in Italy.

In finality, really, to go ahead with what we agreed upon during our wedding planning months ago, for him to finally, finally, fill me up with a baby.