Rocco let out a loud moan. “Fuck, that’s the fire I want.” He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled. I gagged, then swallowed him to the back of my throat. His breath was heavy as he held me there, and I inhaled hard through my nostrils. I kept bobbing on his cock, running my tongue over it.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned.
My hands took over, holding it, and I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks until he moaned loud. “Oh fuck…that’s so fucking good.”
Rocco yanked a fist full of my hair, forcing my head upward. Our gazes locked as he moved deeper into my throat. I struggled, and he eased back, pulling his dick out, and pulled me to my feet. He grunted. “Get on the bed.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, still panting hard to refill my lungs. But Rocco was so eager. “I need to fuck you.”He placed my legs on his shoulders. “Mmm,” he grunted, then rubbed the head of his cock over my opening. “You ready for me?”
“Ohh, yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me, please fuck me.”
Rocco thrust in, and we both moaned at the drag of his cock pushing in and out of me. “Ohh, fuck, Adelina,” he said reverently. He rolled his hips slowly, and it was pure agony and pleasure. I moved my hips for more, and he started to move faster, finding a rhythm and pushing deeper with every thrust. The scent of our sweat and arousal in the air heated me more. He opened my legs and kept himself in as he laid down on top of me.
“Ohh, yes,” I moaned between heavy breaths, my legs wrapping around his waist. He squeezed my legs, and I lifted my hips to meet his strokes as he ground his cock in, sending bursts of pleasure in every hot drive through my body. Our eyes connected, and our gazes locked. There was so much feeling in his gaze that I fell into it; it was a surrender, and my body tightened. I could see his face, so beautiful, in lust and desire, so completely lost. It was too intense.
It’s too much. My conscience warned me. But I couldn’t look away. I writhed underneath him as he moved inside of me. I kept my gaze fused with his, locked in desire. My orgasm tore through me, and I cried out, my body shaking hard underneath him. I felt tears in my eyes and a rise of panic. It was like falling into oblivion; I convulsed, sobbing, losing complete control of myself.I wanted to shrink away, but Rocco called out. “Don’t hide, Adelina. Those tears are mine; I want them.”
My heart beat harder and too full; it swelled, and I couldn’t speak.
We stayed locked as he rolled his hips, sliding in and out of me, and tears rolled down my cheeks. Then he came, roaring, his whole body shuddering on top of me. It was beautiful chaos, and I absorbed it all. He gave that to me.
Rocco collapsed on top of me, my heart soared, and my arms closed around him to keep his weight and hot skin. The smell of his cologne, even his sweat, I wanted to possess all of him.
Our hearts beat wildly together.
“Let me see you,” he whispered as he lifted me up, and our eyes connected again—his bore in with a soul-deep intensity.
“This is who we really are, Adelina. Remember that. Remember us.”
“Adelina….”
Did someone call my name?
The voice…it’s far away….
“Sing the song for Jacob, Lina,” Mama says to me as she rocks Jacob on a chair in the bedroom. Her magical rocking heals him when we color and sing the song.
I croon, “Little Bird, Little Bird (Fly Through My Window),” cutting the shape of the Chickadee birdie I colored for him.
I hold it above my head and skip-fly it over to Jacob.
His puffy face is whiter than his wet T-shirt, and he’s still pouring water down his face and arms, dripping on the floor.
“Jacob?”
His eyes don’t move. They are like clouds.
I poke out my lip and drop the paper. “Mama, Jacob needs a doctor.”
“Shhh. quiet,” Mama whispers.
“No, he needs to go-o-o,” I shout and stomp my feet.
“Shut up, Lina,” she whispers loudly, pushing back the hair covering her face.
It’s purple, pink, and puffy.
“Mama hurts,” I cry.