Page 67 of Last First Kiss
“Come on, Rocco. I’m . . .” She shook her head and closed her eyes, embarrassment consuming her. “Inexperienced. I’m also intense and I don’t really know how to do this casual thing you want to do. ”
“Casual? Who said anything about casual? And wasn’t last night good for you?”
“Yes!” She blurted out. “Of course it was! But what do I have to compare it to? You, on the other hand, it couldn’t have been good for you. I’m not under any girlish delusion that it was anything earth-shattering for you.”
His sly smile, with that damn dimple, and those sigh-inspiring crystal blue eyes shone down on her. “Aw, baby, was it earth-shattering for you?”
She growled, and with a thrust of her hip and quick flick of her wrist she flipped them over, but he grabbed onto her wrist and firmly pulled her down against him.
“I’m not going to let you go. Fight me all you want, fool yourself into thinking whatever you want. But last night was phenomenal for me. Earth-shattering. Even if you’d slept with a dozen men before me, you’d agree.” He moved up and kissed her lips. “I don’t want to sleep with anyone else. Hell, I don’t want you to look at another man. I want you. Just you. Annie, I can’t make you any promises, and we don’t know where this is going to go, but it’s not casual. I want you. Really want you. Here,” he pointed to her head. “Here,” he pointed to her heart. “And here too.” He cupped her pussy over her jeans. “Don’t question yourself. Where’s the crazy I like? The tough woman who kicks my ass and tells me what to do?”
“I’m right here. About to kick your ass if I see that woman put her claws on you again.”
“Awww . . . look at you, all jealous.” He chuckled and kissed her. “Come here and show me exactly how jealous you are.”
He let go of her hands and she sat up. Reaching up, he pulled her shirt up and over her head. “For someone who is supposed to be all innocent, you’re too sexy for your own good.” He cupped her black lace bra. She undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one.
“I never thought I’d like a man with a hairy chest.”
He looked down at his chest. “Hairy? It’s not hairy.”
“A little bit.” She ran her hands over the small amount of soft hair on his pecs. There really wasn’t much there, but there was something sexy about it. Rugged. Masculine.
“Baby, that’s because I’m a man not a boy.” He shifted so that she was on the bed, then stood up, grabbed her ankles, and dragged her to the edge.
With a flick of his fingers, her jeans were unbuttoned and he pulled them off. “God, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” His eyes roamed her body in a sensual caress that left her panting. “I don’t know if I want to know the answer to this question and this is not the best time to ask it, but before last night what had you done?”
She moved up, resting on her elbows. “Everything but sex.”
He groaned, not liking the answer.
“But if it means anything, last night was the best. I’d never come before from . . .”
“From what?”
“From oral,” she said shyly.
His big toothy smile was ridiculous.
“Men and their egos!” She dropped back down to her back. He kneeled down on the floor and pulled her panties down her legs. He did it slowly. Everything he did was with purpose and to turn her on further. Nothing was a throwaway move, a mistake, or a surprise. The man knew sex. He knew how to touch her, how to seduce her, how to have her writhing underneath him with just a look, a caress, a breath.
His lips went straight to her sex and he latched on so fast she almost fell off the bed. “You come once in my mouth,” he said, looking up at her, “then you’re going to suck me off, real good, but I’m burying myself deep inside you before I come.”
“Rocco . . .” she moaned, unable to think of anything except his fingers inside of her and his lips sucking her in a way that was making her crazed. She didn’t know whether to stop him or beg him to keep going. The pleasure and the pain from the intensity converged into a frenzy of sensation. “No. No. I can’t!” she yelled, but pushed his face deeper into her pussy. “Oh my God!”
He added a second finger and she was done for. He literally pulled the orgasm from somewhere deep inside of her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her thighs pressing together, and her heart coming out of her chest.
But he didn’t give her any reprieve. Not a second. Before she had a chance to come down from the high, he straddled her chest, held on to the headboard, and guided his cock into her mouth. “Suck it, baby.”
And she did. Happily.
She grabbed him with her hands and moved up and down while her tongue swirled the head over and over again, and the way he hardened further as she moved just turned her on more and more. She let go with one hand and brought it behind him and clawed his ass cheek and continued to bob her head.
“Fuuuuck.”
She sped up a little, feeling in control and so very confident that she could make him lose control. But quickly she realized how wrong she was. In bed, this man was always going to be in charge. He grabbed her wrists firmly and pulled them away from him.
“Enough.”
