Chapter Ten #3
Rocco followed next to her. Thrusting his hands into her hair, dragging her close.
His mouth crashed onto hers, her lips opening for him as his tongue invaded her.
Lily relished his strength, his heat, his passion.
She groaned as he kissed her hard and deep, the longing building inside as a relentless ache.
He eased her back on the couch, him on top of her.
She opened her thighs, cradling his body between them, his delicious weight reminding her of what it was like to be underneath him.
He had such strength, and yet he always seemed so restrained, holding it back.
She flexed her hips as he rocked between her thighs, his hardness hitting right where she needed him.
She hooked her legs around the backs of his knees as their tongues duelled.
His hand slid to her breast, tweaking her nipple through her bra, the sensation sparking a burning ache between her thighs.
Lily gasped at how sensitive she was now that she was pregnant.
She could almost come like this, together on the couch, fully clothed.
It was a revelation, how he made her feel. Ripe, lush and always ready for him. Last night outside her room had primed her for this. She threaded her hands through his hair. Gripped. He groaned, the sound carnal, like he was coming undone.
‘The things you do to me, Lily,’ he said, his voice a rough growl.
She ran her hands over the strength of his back, the solid muscles of his shoulders, the bulge of his biceps. ‘The feeling is entirely mutual.’
‘I want you naked underneath me.’
He gently lifted the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head. She lay there in her bra and panties, her waist thickened, a small belly showing. He leaned down and kissed just below her navel, then lower still, as he gently slid her underwear down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder.
‘Take off your bra. I need to see you in all your magnificence.’
She rolled to the side and unclasped the hooks, pulling the bra off and dropping it to the floor. Rocco looked down at her, his eyes hooded, lips parted, the heat in his gaze like a caress as he admired her openly.
He stroked his hand down the side of her cheek, her neck, to her chest. His thumb brushed one nipple, then the other. They peaked and tightened, her back arching at the pleasure. His free hand trailed lower, over her belly, then lower and lower, until it slipped between her legs.
‘So wet for me already.’
The truth was, it was like she lived in a constant state of readiness for him. He stroked her there, delving inside, exploring, curling his fingers until he found a spot that made her toes curl, before easing away to circle her clitoris, stroking lightly with not nearly enough pressure.
‘Let’s play for a little while,’ he said.
She groaned, his responding smile a wicked thing that promised unbridled pleasure.
Rocco lay on his side beside her, propped up on one elbow, and dropped his head to her breast, tonguing and teasing her nipple.
Grazing it with his teeth, sucking, whilst his hand worked between her legs, sometimes harder, sometimes softer.
She began to pant and gasp, gripping onto him tight, holding him fast, until he eased back, leaving her groaning with frustration.
He didn’t relent. Toying with her mercilessly, allowing just enough, then taking it away, until she was strung tight, gasping.
The ache and burn exquisite as she hovered at his erotic mercy.
She tried to reach down to feel him, grappling at his thigh, his waist, but her hands fumbled, shaking from desire and need. Instead, she pressed her palm over his arousal, stroking. Needing to pick him apart at the seams as he was doing to her.
‘Do you want me, Lily? Do you want me deep inside you, thrusting hard?’
‘Yes …oh, yes,’ she gasped.
He broke away, standing, shedding his trousers and underwear. She’d only really seen him in low light before. In the daylight, he was magnificent. His cock stood ruddy and proud, a bead of fluid glistening at the tip. She lay back as he crawled over her, their eyes locked.
‘So,’ he said, his voice deep, low, ‘pregnancy isn’t a concern here.’
That horse had definitely bolted. She laughed.
‘I had to have a battery of tests when I became pregnant. I know I’m clear. There’s been no-one since you.’
‘Lily,’ he said, his gaze holding hers, ‘there’s been no-one since you either.’
It seemed impossible. A man like Rocco would have a bevy of women following him, available for every whim, and yet she believed him. But a little voice inside still urged her to remind him.
‘There are some things I need, Rocco. Always the truth.’
‘And I’ll give it to you. Us.’
She nodded. He positioned himself, notched at her centre, and eased into her body.
Her eyes rolled back at the fullness, the sensation of him buried deep inside her.
Then he began to thrust. Slow, hypnotic strokes.
She moved with him, their rhythm syncing as they chased release.
His gaze never left hers. She lost herself in it as he worked her body like they’d been made for each other.
Inside all of her seemed to draw up, grow tight.
The need a living thing, elevating her higher and higher as she chased blissful release.
‘I want to make you fly, farfallina,’ he murmured, his thrusts growing harder, more relentless till the world froze on a pinpoint of ecstasy and then she exploded, exquisite spasms wracking her body as he called her name, thrusting one last time as he came.
Rocco rolled to his side, taking her with him, cradling her gently as though she were precious.
‘You won’t regret this marriage, Lily. I promise you.’
She only hoped it was a promise he could keep.