of sense for him. His hand moved across my hip and he pressed the heel of his hand right against my clit, making me sway with need. “Do you get wet for me?” His mouth was right against my ear for the next question. “Are you wet now?”
I was dizzy and so turned on, I could barely think, but I regrouped, because I could play this game too. I licked up his neck before I answered. “You know I am, you fucker.”
A rough laugh escaped his mouth, before he bent down to kiss me, his hand still cupping my sex. “I’ve been wanting a taste since that night. I’d lick you so good, tongue you until you’re boneless.” He actually pulled back and licked his lips. “I’d do it all night.”
I was barely able to stand, my hands fisted on his shoulders. “Why are you torturing me?”
He kissed me again, one long lick into my mouth, then asked, “Can I touch you there? I can feel you’re dripping for me.”
Without speaking, I took his hand and slid it between my belly and my cotton panties, until I got him right where I wanted him. I wasn’t some wilting flower. If he wanted to touch me, to put his hand on me, then I would make sure he knew exactly how I wanted it. He gasped as his two fingers dipped in and rubbed my clit.
“Fuck, you’re wet. Will you let me suck on you?” His words were coming out in between harsh breaths, as his clever fingers did their very best to drive me out of my mind.
“Oh shit. Rocco.” I spread my legs wider, giving him more access, my hips rolling into his touch.
He shook his head, his breath harsh in my ear. “I want to taste you, but not today.”
What? Why?
“No,” he said as his thumb circled the exact spot that made me go off like a rocket. “When I put my mouth on you, I’m going to take my time. Lick and suck until I have you begging. Saying my name like it’s the only word you know.”
“Fuck.” It was too much, he was so big, and it felt like he was everywhere, his hands on me, his kisses leaving me breathless. I wanted to say yes to everything. To his mouth, his hands, his cock.
But I needed a moment, I needed to think. “I thought you didn’t date. This skill level does not reflect that.” I felt that cocky grin against my neck and my knees almost buckled.
“I said I didn’t have girlfriends. I never said I was celibate.”
Clearly not. If the coordinated attack on my sanity by fingers and tongue was any indication. Just when I thought I might survive this mostly unscathed, he pulled his hand out of my pants and pressed it to his nose, then sucked his fingers.
“Oh my god.” That reedy, barely audible voice was mine. “Rocco.”
“Fuck, I love how you smell.” His wet fingers dipped right back in, looking for my clit again. “I bet I’ll have you on my hands for days.”
I was holding on for dear life as he increased the pressure, his fingers pressing the bundle of nerves inside me as his thumb made circles on my clit. I stiffened as the pleasure coiled something inside me so tight it felt like every muscle in my body tightened at once.
“Does that feel good? I want to hear you come for me, Julia.”
I had no words. My belly felt liquid and that tightness in my gut started building, impossibly good.
I moaned again and he took my mouth hard, his fingers expertly working to make me fall apart. The orgasm hit me in waves and I clung to him, panting his name as it took me under. Until I was boneless in his arms.
I couldn’t remember ever—not with Matt or any of the guys I’d messed around with on our many “time-outs”—being with a man who could make my body respond like this. Once the moment passed, he slipped his hand out and brought it back to my ass. Cupping it, like all of that was his. And I was in no shape to argue.
“Good?” he whispered in my ear, and even though it sounded a little smug, I had to give it to him. He did excellent work with his hands.
I tried and failed to look mad. I was too blissed out. “It was great and you know it. Don’t be conceited.” He laughed and I tilted my