Rocco's Atonement

Guinevere

His question is like a shot of caffeine to my system. I’m not tired at all anymore. I want him and was going to push him tonight to take me finally. He’s the one who wanted to wait. He wanted me to know he was interested in me for more than sex. He’s told me he loves me. Rocco is there whenever I need him.

I tip my head back to look up at him as the limo moves through the city back toward our penthouse. Geoffrey and I have discussed the fact that if Rocco and I move to marriage, he would have to sign a prenup. I told him Rocco wouldn’t have a problem with that, and when I discussed it with Rocco, he confirmed my thoughts. He doesn’t care about my money. I want him to move in completely with me.

The limo comes to a stop, and one of the guards opens the door. Rocco steps out first and then helps me out. I don’t know why they are so worried. Milton has no money anymore; all his assets were seized. He had to have left the city by now. He can’t take the company from me. We move through the lobby, and Rocco uses his card to access the elevator. I step in and, just like that first time, as soon as the doors slide shut, Rocco is on me. He kisses me and my body comes alive. He doesn’t care about any of my scars. He’s kissed them all. We’ve made out several times, and he’s never pushed for more. But tonight, I’m going for everything. When the doors slide open, we come apart and I giggle as I drag him by his hand to our room.

I reach down to slip off my heels.

“Stop.” His voice is gruff. My eyes flash wide as I watch him. “I want to undress you.”

“Okay.”

He turns me so my back is facing him. He unhooks the collar of my dress, and it falls. I look at our reflection in the darkened windows and watch him as he watches me. Slowly, he slides the zipper at my lower back down. When he saw that I was in an open-back he almost demanded I change, and I found it sexy. I like when he goes all Neanderthal on me. Kenzie and Rylee picked the perfect dress for tonight.

I was honored to be Rocco’s woman as he was awarded for his bravery. He and Damian put themselves in the line of fire to save a woman and child caught in the crossfire of a shootout. It scared me when I heard the story, but I’m proud of what Rocco does to help others. He assured me he would come home to me every chance he could.

He lets go of the zipper and stands back as my dress falls in a pool at my feet. I watch his eyes flare wide as he takes me in. He’s seen me naked numerous times. I’ve never seen him completely naked though. He always keeps his boxers on. He says he doesn’t want to scare me and if he allowed his cock out, he would take me completely. I slowly turn around and reach for him.

“Please let me,” I beg him, and he nods. I slide his jacket off and toss it to the lounge bench at the foot of our bed. I then slide his tie that he undid already off. I unbutton his shirt, and leaning forward, I kiss each exposure of his muscular chest. I pull the shirt from his waistband. It joins his tie and jacket on the bench. When I reach for his belt, he stops me.

“Ever, know that if we do this, I’m never ever letting you go. I know I’ve said that before and you’ve agreed, but once I take your virginity and make you mine, I’m marrying you. Because I’m taking you bare and putting my baby in your belly. You get it?”

With each of his words, my heart soars. I nod, and he shakes his head. “Yes,” I say, knowing he wants my verbal affirmation. “I’ll marry you.”

“I wasn’t asking, beautiful.” He gently pushes me back and I land on the bed behind me. He chucks his trousers off as he slips off his shoes, leaving his boxers on. I reach for them as he comes down over me. He reaches for my panties at the same time. Both of us are crazy for each other.

All week has been foreplay leading to this moment. I pull the band of his boxers down, and he groans when I wrap my hand around his girth. He’s big and I know it will hurt this first time, but I don’t care. I want him. He leans down and kisses me. His tongue demands entrance as I pump my hand along his cock. I feel drops of pre-cum on my palm and use it to allow my hand to glide easier. He grips the edge of my panties and yanks, ripping them at the side. He then does the same to the other side and pulls them from my body. We both moan into each other’s mouths when he pushes my hand away to settle himself between my legs. I open more for him, and his cock nestles into my folds. I move and he pulls away.

“I’m finally going to taste your heaven, baby.” He kisses down my body, stopping to take each nipple deep into his mouth. I buck my hips up as I feel pressure between my legs. I’ve written about sex before, but I’ve never felt it. I’ve never felt this need to have him fill me. I feel like I’m standing on the precipice of a cliff, ready to plunge into the water below me.

I want it.

I need it.

He kisses along my ribs, to my belly button, and then across my pubis. My legs open wide for his shoulders as he settles himself. He’s looking at my most intimate spot, and instead of feeling shy, I want him to kiss me there like he’s been telling me all week he’s wanted to do. He leans forward and opens my nether lips, opening me up to his eyes.

“Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen is your little clit demanding my attention.” He licks my clit and I cry out as I almost come up off the bed. It’s like a shock to my system. He pushes me back down and sucks my clit between his lips. I scream his name as I come.

“There’s my beautiful Ever,” he says when my eyes focus on his. He jabs his tongue into me, and I arch my back, losing eyesight with him. He continues to eat me out, kissing me as he does my mouth. I come again, and he groans, sending vibrations through my body. He kisses his way back up my body, and I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. “This will hurt this first time, but afterward it won’t.”

“Okay. I love you, Rocco,” I tell him before he moves his hips forward and enters me in a single thrust.

“I love you too, Guinevere.”

He punches through my virginity and continues until he’s planted deep. I feel full, and the shock of pain caused the euphoria of my orgasm to subside, but now my body is starting to relax around his girth. His body is tight above me. I shift my hips and he groans.

“Don’t move, baby, or I’m going to lose control,” he growls, and I realize that’s what I want.

“Please,” I beg as I shift my hips again.

He looks down at me, his forearms shake as he tries to control himself. I see the ink of his tattoos and lean over to lick his bicep. His other arm moves down and grips my leg. He pulls it up and up, then plants his arm on the other side of it. Opening me up with my leg over his arm. He starts moving, pulling out and pushing back in, in a steady rhythm. I no longer feel pain. I feel pressure building again. The cliff is higher. The drop will be greater. His body vibrates. My body arches. We are slick with sweat as he continues to move over me. He leans down and hits a different spot inside me. I cry out, my chin lifting, my eyes rolling back as I orgasm. My body tightens around him, and he only moves a couple more times before he plants himself deep inside me and growls my name as he comes too. He doesn’t fall onto my body but releases my leg and cages me in. He’s resting on his elbows above me. Kissing my face and telling me how much he loves me.

Tears spring to my eyes and roll down the sides. “I love you too, so much, Rocco.”