Page 50 of The Italian Reckoning
It might be because this is the first real affection I’ve had in years or that somehow, contact with her silences all the anxious noise in my mind, but this moment is utter heaven. I never want to leave her.
Hooking my hands under her knees, I lift her legs and very slowly ease them down onto the bed. She moans as her hips tilt upward, and soon, she’s almost doubled over as I fuck down into her with increasing force and speed. Both her hands end up on my cheeks, holding my face as she kisses me frantically in between panting and moaning into my mouth.
It’s complete and utter bliss.
We reach orgasm together with deep thrusts sending Sarah over the edge into a sea of pleasure, and I follow a few minutes later when her needy, desperate moans mix with the tight way her pussy locks around my cock. It pulls me over the edge and we come together, trembling and shaking like we’re about to come apart.
Then I collapse down on top of her, lazily kissing her neck until the tingles and twitches of pleasure fade. A voice in mymind tells me I should leave, that I should pull away and not linger because the moment will grow too intimate, but I ignore it.
I want to be here and I’m not leaving unless Sarah tells me to.
She doesn’t. “Stay with me a moment,” she says, cuddling into me as subtle twitches of pleasure make her legs shift against mine. Even as I slide my cock from her, we stay back to chest with my arms around her and her hands holding onto my wrists. We’re connected.
And I love it.
Shit.
I like her. Ireallyfucking like her.
Sleep comes unexpectedly for both of us, and I don’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until I wake up in the dark with a stiffness in my neck and warm lips pressing against mine.
“Wake up,” Sarah murmurs, kissing me again as her warm hand cups my soft cock. “I wanna fuck again.”
21
SARAH
He’s addicting. I can’t place my finger on exactly why, but as soon as Rocky wakes up and his cock stirs to life, we’re back at it like rabbits. His kisses this early in the morning are slow and lazy, his touches are gentle and send alluring shivers over my arms and down my back, and his moans are these sweet, delicate sounds that sound too precious to come from a man of his build. But they do.
He shifts and writhes beneath me while I grind my hips down in slow rolls to coax more attention onto his cock. The back of his fingers caress my cheek, and one hand rests lightly on my ribcage to hold me as I balance over him and weave a hundred secret notes of affection into each kiss we share.
In this moment, nothing else matters. There’s just me. And him. That’s it.
Our kisses slowly increase in heat when his cock reaches full mast, and his lips grow more insistent on lavishing attention over my throat when I tip my head back and let the warmth of his body heat up what parts of me aren’t covered by the blanket. Rocky keeps his hands on my ribs, but they slide down to my waist when I seat myself in his lap and ease his cock into me withone smooth move. This early in the morning, I’m still relaxed and open so the stretch and pull of muscle as my body opens for him is a welcome sensation. I don’t ever want to forget it. Fully seated, I caress my lower belly and rock my hips back and forth, then squeeze until Rocky groans.
“Shit,” he croaks, his voice still thick from sleep, “feels like a dream.”
“Pretty great dream,” I reply lazily as I lift myself up, flex my core muscles, and slowly sink back down. My pace begins slow. I’m riding him for the enjoyment of the sensation of his cock moving inside me and the flickers of pleasure that ignite through my core each time his length shifts against my G-spot or I grind down and tease my clit. But it doesn’t stay slow for long.
I crave more. I want the overwhelming rush of stimulation, the flood of pleasure that consumed me the night before. I want to feel delight spreading to my fingers and toes along with the hot rush of Rocky finding his completion inside me. So my pace increases and Rocky’s hands tighten at my waist to support me. Before long, I’m riding him and panting while his own hips rise to meet me each time I bounce back down on his cock, and there’s nothing to hold us back from the orgasmic end we’re crashing toward.
I lean down and kiss him and maintain that kiss as our thrusts turn messy and I lose my rhythm bouncing on his cock. It dissolves into frantic bucks of my hips and rolling grinds each time we come into contact, then Rocky’s arm is around my waist and he’s fucking up in short, sharp thrusts as he chases his end.
We come together with soft giggles and moans, kissing lazily and sharing moans of pleasure back and forth until every drop of cum is spent between us and we’re boneless and exhausted. Rocky’s chest becomes my mattress and I lay there twitching until his soft cock slowly slips out of me and I’m left empty.
Reality arrives twenty minutes later when a stronger beam of light creeps in through the curtains and the urge to pee drags me from the enticing warmth of Rocky’s arms. He holds my hand and murmurs in his throat a wordless plea for me to stay.
But I can’t stay.
There’s too much at stake, and my sexy desire to fuck the day away with Rocky Barati is replaced with guilt the moment I close the bathroom door.
I fucked Rocky. Twice. Maybe more. He was between my legs and all over my body, inside me where no one has been for years.
Why do I miss him? Even telling myself that it’s just sex doesn’t work.
Standing in front of the large mirror, my heart squeezes with an unexpected ache as I take in the kiss marks and love bites across my body. Rocky is right out there. I could literally go and do something about this ache in my chest, say something that would make these marks grow permanent, but I can’t.
We’re too different.
