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“I’ve wanted this since you told me your name,” I panted, my breaths coming in short gasps as anticipation coursed through my veins.
With that, I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, the gesture a silent invitation for him to take what he wanted. And Rocco didn’t hold back.
He pounced on me, his hands roaming my body with a fervor that left me breathless. We kissed and touched each other with a hunger that bordered on desperation, our passion igniting like a wildfire that couldn’t be contained.
With practiced ease, Rocco worked my pants and panties off, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. And then, with a skill that left me trembling, he moved between my legs, his lips and tongue setting my body ablaze with ecstasy.
“Oh god,” I moaned. I gripped the sheets in my hands and did everything I could to not levitate off the bed. His fingers joined his tongue, pumping inside of me while his tongue sent me over the edge not once but twice.
He leaned back with a satisfied smirk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste like fucking heaven, babe,” he murmured, his words sending a thrill of satisfaction coursing through me.
That was amazing. Rocco’s mouth on my pussy was my pure heaven.
I laid there, basking in the afterglow as Rocco moved from between my legs and took off his pants. The sight of him, his naked body glistening in the dim light, sent a renewed surge of desire coursing through me.
He climbed back on top of me, covering me with his body like a blanket, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of what was to come.
I managed to snake my hand between us and wrapped my hand around his cock. I stroked him slowly, reveling in the feel of his hardness in my grasp. “I want this,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.
Rocco closed his eyes, a low groan escaping his lips as he savored the sensation of my hands on him. “It’s all yours, babe,” he growled, his voice husky with desire.
I dropped my legs open, inviting him to take me, to claim me as his own. And with a primal need driving us both, Rocco entered me, his large cock stretching me wide until I thought I couldn’t take any more of him.
“Oh god,” I gasped, the sensation of him filling me completely, overwhelmed my senses.
Rocco gritted his teeth, his eyes locking with mine as he bottomed out and left me breathless. “You ready?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
I nodded eagerly, my body trembling with anticipation. I was ready for whatever he wanted to give me, ready to surrender myself completely to the pleasure he offered.
And then he moved, his thrusts hard and fast, driving me to the edge of ecstasy with each powerful stroke. I cried out in pleasure, the intensity of his movements sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
He fucked me with a passion that bordered on desperation, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. And as I clung to him, lost in the heat of the moment, I knew that this was what I had been craving all along – the raw, unbridled passion of being taken by a man who knew exactly how to please me.
There was no room for doubt or hesitation. There was only the undeniable connection between us, a connection in the heat of passion fueled by a desire that burned brighter than any flame. We surrendered ourselves to each other, and I knew that this was just the beginning of something incredible.
I just hoped it lasted.
Chapter Seventeen
Rocco
Dorothy and I laid tangled in the sheets, our bodies still humming.
The night had been a blur of ecstasy, with only short breaks for sleep before we found ourselves entwined once more, unable to resist the pull of desire that drew us together again and again.
“It’s a good thing Imogen is in Sacramento for a few more days,” I remarked, my voice tinged with satisfaction as I traced lazy patterns on Dorothy’s skin.
Dorothy held up nine fingers, a playful grin playing on her lips. “Nine more days. Nine days that you and I can do whatever we want, whenever we want,” she sighed contentedly.
“Makes me almost mad we waited this long. I missed out on five days of having you to myself,” I murmured as I nuzzled her neck and trailed my fingers over the soft swell of her bare breasts.
Thoughts swirled through my mind. Thoughts about how it just felt right being with Dorothy. Sure, the amazing sex was undoubtedly fueling my emotions right now, but deep down, I knew there was so much more to our connection than just physical pleasure.
With a tender touch, I pulled Dorothy closer, savoring the warmth of her body pressed against mine. And then, with a shared understanding born of our newfound intimacy, we began to move together once more, our lovemaking slow and languid, each touch and caress better than the last.
We savored each other, our movements unhurried, as we explored every inch of each other’s bodies again. As if we were worshipping each other. With each gentle stroke and whispered word, our bodies ignited.
We reached the pinnacle of our pleasure together, and we came undone in each other’s arms, our cries of ecstasy filling the room as we surrendered ourselves completely to each other.
