“Shag.” Flipp grinned as she laid her head in Rocky’s lap and looked up at him.
“Not sure there’s much money in that, sweetheart. Unless you were thinking of doing it professionally. Which I wouldn’t be best pleased about, if I’m honest. I mean, I’m not a prude, but I don’t like to share.”
“I know you don’t, greedy boy. But I don’t want to think about practicalities right now.”
“We’ll be fine. I’d like to get a bit of work as a bike mechanic. You could go to university, like you planned. It’ll work out.”
“Yes. It will. We’ll have each other, and that’s all that matters now.”
“Yeah. And we can go anywhere we want.”
“Anywhere?” Flipp tickled his chin, then ran her fingertip down the tempting curve of his neck, enjoying the slight resistance from his incipient stubble on the way. “This bed is looking good right now. Though I suppose it might not be adventurous enough for you. It isn’t a public beach or a fairground ride or a waterslide. Perhaps we should do it on the window ledge instead.”
Rocky laughed, then gathered Flipp up against his body and laid her down on the bed, holding her at the wrists and crouching over her, signalling his victory with a wide, wolfish grin.
“I’m sure I can make this bed the most adventurous place you’ve ever known,” he promised, swooping down to make playful bites to her neck and collarbone. “It’ll make the Dive of Doom look like a monorail by the time I’m finished here.”
“I like monorails,” Flipp protested, jerking and squealing as Rocky set about tickling all her most sensitive spots, causing her to kick and lash out to little avail. Her screams of agonised laughter filled the room until they turned to heaving breaths once Rocky had terrorised the fight from her and had her exactly how he liked her—acquiescent and underneath him.
“Now, then, let’s have these off, shall we?” he suggested, scooting down the bed and unlacing her Converse boots. He pulled them off slowly, then peeled down her soc
ks and discarded them too before taking her feet, still hot from the long bike ride, into his hands and massaging them. His long fingers kneaded expertly so that she had to shut her eyes and float into the blissful sensations, throwing her arms behind her head, abandoning herself to him. Until he tickled the sole of her right foot with a devilish nail and she shrieked back to life.
“You swine. I was enjoying that.”
“Let’s get rid of these jeans next.” He unbuttoned and shimmied down the tight black skinnies, revealing pale thighs and smooth calves and a plain white cotton thong covering the location of Rocky’s ultimate goal.
Flipp wrapped her legs around Rocky’s, powerful and shiny-cold in their leather casing, enjoying the frictionless glide of her skin against the cowhide.
He pulled her T-shirt over her head and bent to kiss and suck at the braless breasts thus unveiled, nuzzling between them, letting his hair brush and dust her collarbone, neck and chin while she squirmed and sighed at his mercy.
Flipp felt as if she was sinking into the embrace of the bed, revelling in the unusual absence of discomfort and risk. Could this ever get boring, this perfect symbiosis of male and female bodies, this unnatural understanding Rocky had of what turned her on and made her scream? Surely not, not ever.
Large hands found and gripped her bare bum cheeks, squeezing them tightly while a hard, swollen crotch pressed against hers, seeking entrance despite the layers that separated them.
“Take them off,” gasped Flipp, widening her legs, showing him how much she wanted what he offered. He pushed harder, pressing against her mons, trying to slide inside the panty-covered lips as if he had forgotten he was still clothed. His mouth found hers and devoured it blindly while his hands got to work on her knickers, teasing them down so slowly, maddeningly slowly, while she tried to hitch her hips and reach down to help, only to have him remove her hand and place it firmly back above her head.
She moaned incoherently into his throat, rendered mute by the muscular workings of his tongue, but he showed no recognition of her need, nor attention to it, continuing his tormentingly languid lowering of the waistband.
She began to kick, but this proved counterproductive, shifting the elastic upwards once more, so she laid her legs flat and simply thrust her pelvis up, a querulous shove that he must be able to interpret. But it seemed that he chose not to.
He held back until Flipp had fallen, whimpering, into a state of tortured acceptance that she must await his will, then he whipped the knickers off and shoved a hand between her fattened lower lips, seeking out her clit.
That first contact of roughened thumb with sensitive flesh was enough to tip Flipp over her edge; the blood rushed to her face while a heightened orgasm flooded her from toe to crown, forcing tears from the sides of her eyes.
“Rocky.” The word fell brokenly from gloss-slicked lips, which were soon silenced in a kiss.
She was left to wait again while Rocky knelt up and undressed. His eyes were opaque with lust, his fingers clumsy in their haste.
“I love you so much,” Flipp told him, still deep in the glowy aftermath of her climax. “You could stay inside me forever.”
“I might take you up on that,” said Rocky shortly, before rolling her over onto her stomach and climbing up behind her, guiding his hard cock to her still-wet cunt and sinking it in to the hilt.
The duvet accepted Flipp’s gasped breaths, muffling them, while her fists twisted clumps of the cheap cotton cover.
Rocky held her still by the hips, the heels of his palms kneading her bottom as his cock assuaged its hunger, over and over, driving them both to a place where only the rhythm and the feeling existed.
After one particularly savage set of thrusts, Rocky held himself still for a long moment, causing Flipp to twist her neck up in an effort to read his thoughts.