behind him, my fingers running over the Manhattan skyline etched on his skin. He sucked his teeth when I pressed my lips to a spot between his shoulder blades and nipped on his skin.
“Ah.”
I pulled away and ran my hands over it. Admiring. “I love this,” I said, as I kissed his back and shoulders. Teasing out more shivers. The energy had shifted now from the fever in the car to something more languid but no less intense.
I pressed my front to his back and we breathed like that for a minute, my breasts against him, our bodies touching everywhere.
When he turned around, he kissed me long and deep and I felt it in my core. Every touch from Rocco unfurled a new need in me. A more pointed desire.
When he pulled back and I was breathing hard again, he brought one hand down and ran the pads of his fingers over my clit.
I hissed and he smiled wickedly. “This is mine now.”
I nodded, because nothing would make me happier right now than for him to own every inch of my body. “Yes.”
He picked me up, and in a swift motion I was on the bed again. He ran his hands over my hips and ass as he looked at me.
“You’re so soft everywhere,” he said, in a shuddered breath, as his hands spread my thighs. Once he could fit his wide shoulders in between them, he sank into the bed. I leaned back, propped on my elbows to look at him. His black hair was disheveled and his face a study in concentration as his big hands and body worked to get me right where he wanted to be.
It was a hell of a thing to be the object of Rocco Quinn’s focus.
I was strong from running and yoga, but I was not hard, the contrast of my brown skin and soft thighs accommodating all the sinew that was his body made me a little breathless. We made perfect sense together. And that was not where I wanted my head to go. So I focused back on him.
He dipped his head and brushed his lips over my sex, then he pressed his nose to my mons, inhaling.
“I’m obsessed with your smell.”
I exhaled, feeling addled by how rough his voice sounded. The thought of him wanting my smell on him igniting a fire in my belly. I always thought it was too intense, not easy to wash away, but it seemed Rocco couldn’t get enough of it.
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
My voice sounded hoarse, like I’d been screaming. He shook his head again, rubbing against me, this time using his fingers to open me up, just a little, enough to expose my clit, which was aching for him. He stuck the tip of his tongue out and the throbbing between my legs was almost unbearable.
“No, I love it. I want to tongue you until you’re everything I can taste.”
He licked into it just a little and then ran the pad of his thumb over it, and my entire body throbbed. I wanted him to fuck me now, but I knew if I waited, if I let him use that mouth on me, it was going to be so worth it.
“Would you hold your legs open for me, Julia?”
I nodded and brought my knees up. As I glanced down I saw my chest heaving. I was panting for him.
He looked up and, almost as if he couldn’t help himself, he quickly lunged and sucked a nipple into his mouth, worrying it with his teeth as he played with my clit with one hand.
“I love your tits.” He closed his eyes and his hand disappeared under himself. I wanted him inside me, more than I wanted anything else.
“Come on, Rocco, don’t make me wait.” He bent down, clearly not playing anymore. His tongue lapped hard at me, the tip flicking my clit over and over while he slipped two fingers in me, pressing into that bundle of nerves that made my skin crackle.
A long-tortured moan escaped my lips from the sensation. I rolled my head, trying to clear some of the fog his tongue and hands had me in. He used his fingers to spread my inner lips and tapped three fingers right against my engorged clit, soft little slaps that made me scream from how good it was. “Rocco.” I could hardly recognize my own voice, but he was working in earnest now.
I sat up, gritting my teeth to a particularly delicious