Page 82 of Illicit

I’ve never loved anything more than the dream of us. But in the past few days, there are things vying for that spot—this is one of them.

He leans in, and for a split second I think he’s not going to make me beg for it. Our lips are a breath apart.

Then he moves.

Instead of my mouth, his lips hit my breastbone before taking a sharp turn straight for my nipple. I moan when he sucks. My hands come to his head, and I thread my fingers through his hair.

“Roc,” I call for him.

He doesn’t answer—his mouth is too busy. His hands join his lips for the full experience, and the sensation overwhelms me.

Tongue.

Lips.

Fingers.

Big, strong hands.

My mouth falls open as I press my head into the bed when those hands grip me between my thighs to open me.

That’s when it happens.

Oh, Lord.

Rocco Monroe puts his mouth between my legs.

I call out the moment it happens. It’s as if he likes my moan as much as I like what he’s doing between my legs.

Impossible.

But it does spur him on. His grip on me tightens, and he pushes me higher and wider.

It’s impossible to move, so I fist the messy covers beneath me to hang on.

He laps and sucks and flicks. Just when I think my orgasm is about to take over, he pulls back, and kisses me everywhere but my clit. He traces me with the tip of his tongue and kneads my ass and thighs where he’s holding me in a vise. It’s only when my breathing evens out that he starts again.

“Rocco.” I pant his name. “Please. I can’t take this.”

He lifts his head and lightly nips the side of my thigh with his teeth. “That’s funny, because you don’t seem to have a choice.”

I start to groan a complaint, but that’s when he pulls my clit between his lips again. Another flick followed by a firm circle of his tongue.

I’m surprised when he lets go of one of my legs, but a finger slips inside me. Then another.

He pumps me at the same time he sucks and rolls his tongue. That’s all it takes.

I fall off the edge he’s kept me balanced on for far too long.

Stars shine behind my closed eyes, and I gasp to breathe. This is unlike any orgasm I’ve had before—since all the ones pre-Rocco were self-induced.

My body is heavy and satisfied, but nothing could make me feel as good as Rocco’s weight pushing me into the bed—his bare chest pressed to my bare skin. I’m in such a haze, I didn’t realize he lost his pants. The barriers between us become fewer and fewer as our days together add up. The only thing separating us are his thin boxers.

Every inch of his long, hard cock is pressed to my sex. I’m still sensitive, so when he grinds into me, my body shudders as he wraps me up in his arms and rolls us to our sides.

And this is where we settle—me naked and Rocco almost naked. He’s got one hand on the back of my head and one on my ass holding me tight to him. I’m still trying to catch my breath against the skin of his neck.

“That’s a first for me,” I whisper.

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