She rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the tip of him slide past her entrance with each rocking motion. Back and forth, back and forth.
So close. She grew hotter, wetter. He grew harder.
Breathing hard, he held rigid beneath her. Glancing she saw he’d curled his hands into the sofa, his knuckles were white. She knew he was fighting to hold back from taking over. Insisting this was her time. And she was so excited she could hardly speak.
Rotating, rubbing, she finally positioned herself just above, the tip of his erection right at her entrance. And she stilled. “Rocco.”
He didn’t take his eyes from her. “Take what you want.”
She kept her eyes locked on his too. Slowly she pressed down, feeling him filling her, stretching her.
“Oh.” Instinct suddenly overwhelmed her and she pushed down hard.
“Dani.” He groaned loud.
She breathed out harshly, concentrating on each sensation flying through her body. The sting faded, the full sensation remained. He was big. Strong. Inside her.
Hers.
Her eyes watered, but she didn’t close them. It wasn’t because it hurt. It was because he was there. So close. So very close.
Closer than she’d ever let anyone get to her.
He gazed deep into her eyes. She saw the strain etched on his face as he slowly adjusted his hips beneath her. She felt him move within her.
She stretched out and grabbed his wrists, lifting his hands back to her thighs. She needed him touching her. Needed him with her all the way now.
“Dani?” His hands tightened on her.
“Feels good,” she whispered. “Tell me what to do.”
He kissed her. His tongue flicking while his lips sucked. The guy was genius kisser.
“Ride me,” he coaxed, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.
She experimented. Slowly rising, until only the tip of him was still inside her. Then she dropped back down on him. Fast. Hard.
He grunted, his hands tightening. She liked that.
Once again she lifted, sliding slowly, before ramming back down as fast as she could. As forcefully.
He swore. She liked that too. Did it again, so he did it again.
The breath hissed from between his teeth as she repeated the action a couple more times. Then she increased her pace. Circled her hips more. Playing all over again.
She pressed her knees into his sides, rocking her hips in a forward motion. Slipping in faster, shorter rides up and down his cock.
“Yeah,” she murmured, finding her rhythm.
He pressed his head into the back of the sofa, arching up into her. “Yeah. You got it. Got me.”
Oh she did. But the sensations crept up on her. The rising excitement, the urge to simply rut against him until her world exploded again. She rocked faster, trying to reach it—yet trying to string out the entire experience.
His hand slid higher up her thigh. His fingers turned inward, skating to her most sensitive spot.
“I love watching you when I touch you,” he said, stroking her clit in gentle regular circles. “Your whole body responds.” He lifted his other hand to her breast and softly brushed the backs of his fingers against her screamingly tight nipple. “These tighten, redden. So do your lips.”
He laughed as she moaned at his too-light touch. “And you want more, don’t you? Physical.” He rubbed harder.
“Yes.”
That’s what she wanted. His firm touch. She bounced on him faster, loving the way he pushed her, loving the glazed look in his eyes.
She leaned forward, unable to resist kissing him. “Come in me.”
“Soon,” he promised.
As he flicked her clit, he pinched her nipple with his other hand. Instinctively she clenched on his cock.
Sensory overload.
“Ohhhhh.” She squealed as her climax hit hard. “Not yet,” she moaned.
She didn’t want it to be over. She pressed her face into his shoulder as she rode out the convulsions within her. Loving it, yes. But she didn’t want this to be done so soon—not just as she was getting the feel of it.
He rubbed circles over her back with a gentle hand as she tried to process the immediate aftermath. How he felt inside her. Virgin no longer, and it had been so worth the wait.
Only then she realized that he was still huge and hard and thrust within her to the hilt. He hadn’t come?
She looked up, leaning back slightly to meet his gaze. Her breath shortened to excited little gasps again as she saw the strained determination in his face. As she saw the sheen of sweat on him. There was going to be more. Now.
He made a low noise in his throat, as if he’d felt her heat rising again.
“Please,” she muttered. “Your turn.”
Staying inside her, he cradled her close and then stood. She sucked in a shocked breath as the angle of his penetration changed.
“You okay?”
“Better than okay.”
His arms bore down on her butt as he walked, keeping his cock firmly inside her. His pelvic bone ground against her clit with every step. Dazed, she clung to his shoulders, giving in to the unimaginable delight of being carried so damn carnally.
“Oh... oh.” She palmed his jaw and turned his chin, to plant a kiss on his mouth. It felt so good she was going to come again. She rocked instinctively, needing just a few little rubs to get there—
He tore his lips free with a laugh. “Let me walk a second, only a second.”
“Keep walking,” she ordered, letting her head fall back so her hair hung loose in the air as she rotated her hips as best she could to impale herself harder on him. “Feels so good.”
“Uh huh.” He knelt onto his bed. One knee. Then the other. “Brace for me, I don’t want to lose contact.”
Nor did she. Quickly she wound her legs tight around his waist, hooking her ankles at his back.
He dropped, crashing all his weight onto her for a glorious second, winding her. She cried out. But arched up to meet him the second he tried to lift away.
“Ready. I’m so ready,” she promised, stealing another kiss. “Want you like this.”
On her so heavy she couldn’t escape him. She never wanted to leave this.
He clasped her close, chest to breast, stomach to stomach, his cock buried deep. He looked into her eyes. She couldn’t look away from his—so dark and deep and damn mesmerising. It felt like he could see into her soul.
“Dani,” he muttered.
She liked it when he said her name like that. Almost reverent, like he couldn’t believe this was happening either.
But it was. And it felt so damn good.
Slowly he moved. Gentle thrusts, a slow torturous circle of his hips as he partially withdrew, and then gently thrust back into her. Her lips parted, his intense focus dropped to them. Then he lowered his head and kissed her, nipping her lips with tiny sharp bites, a delicious contrast to the gentle, slow rhythm of his penetration. She rose her hips to meet his, seeking deeper c
ontact, maximising that exquisite friction.
He hissed and closed his eyes momentarily. “Dani.”
So this was missionary?
Oh she wanted more already. Harder. Faster.
The dance became a duel.
“Rocco,” she panted. “I’m...” She was going to come again. How was it freaking possible?
“Good, huh?” he asked, his face strained.
He kissed her again, but didn’t increase his pace, in fact he paused.
“What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” She writhed under him, squeezing her muscles on him, understanding now how good her own strength could be.
So close.
But to her utter disappointment he slid right out of her.
“Because I was about to come and I’m not ready to come yet.” He puffed out a huge breath. “But you are.”
With the ease of experience, he flipped her onto her stomach. Pushing her legs wide apart, he swiftly planted a pillow under her hips to lift her butt higher in the air.
Oh my.
Dani glanced over her shoulder, saw that expression in his eyes. That one that was all intensity, the promise of all his effort. She felt his muscular thighs between hers, his cock, pressing against her. Almost inside. His pelvis pushed on her butt, pushing her hips deeper into the pillow. And then he thrust.
She gasped, then savored this different angle again. She could feel him rubbing against the front wall of her. Her nerve endings sang. He was all over her, literally, pushing into her, teasing her. Owning her.
So hot. She clenched her fist on the corner of the pillow as the sweet agony mounted. He placed his hand over her fist, gripping her. The tension pulled between them.
So close. So damn close.
Slowly he slid his other hand under her stomach and then further south. His fingers tweaked her clit as he thrust back into her from behind.
Faster, faster, faster.
She pressed her pelvis harder against his hand, trapping him. Grinding on his pinching fingers. Tightening on his cock.
So fucking hot.
She loved the weight of him. The way he was in charge. The way he wasn’t holding back. The way he was manipulating her from every angle—above, beneath, inside. Every movement he made was designed to heighten her pleasure.