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“Shall we have our wedding dance?”
Rocco took my hands, turned me around, and dipped me. Then, he held me in his arms, and we swayed together under the setting sun. I wanted that dream of a life and a happy ever after. I wanted to believe in love and have Rocco’s heart because I was sure he would have mine.
“Don’t come; hold on for me,” Rocco commanded between wet kisses and fast breaths. We were battling the day’s heat and the cool water quenching our skin, flowing copiously from the waterfall shower. We burned together, lost in pleasure, our bodies entwined.
I gasped loudly, my arms holding tight to his shoulders as he lifted my leg higher, flexing his hips as he plunged inside me.
My body quaked; the pressure at my core was too intense. “I…I…ohh. I can’t stop.”
“Hold on, Bella,” he demanded again, but he hadn’t stopped his feverish pace, fucking me fast and hard with absolute abandon.
“I can’t,” I called breathless above the wild current.
“Damn it,” He lifted me higher, angling his cock to stroke my clit as he pushed in and I came, my body tremoring against him.
Rocco pulled out with a low grunt, still hard, and I knew what he wanted.
I dropped to my knees, my mouth wide.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His hands grabbed my head and pushed his cock inside my mouth to the back of my throat.
I choked and forced air through my nostrils. His throbbing shaft flexed as he fed it further. “Mmm, make me come.”
I bobbed and swallowed, staring up at him as he pushed it in and out of my mouth. He was so achingly beautiful and so under my control.
“Feels good, Bella, damn,” he said, moaning.
I sucked, then swallowed him down, digging my fingers into his hips, taking that edge of pain for his pleasure. But I knew he was close. He held my head tight enough to sting, and then, to my delight, he jerked, and gripped the side of the wall as he came hard, his cock flexed, and I swallowed the hot flow of his come down my throat.
“Christ.” Rocco moaned, releasing my head and pulling it out of my mouth. “You fucking blow my mind.”
I let out a hoarse laugh as I sucked in air to refill my lungs.
He pulled me up on my feet and kissed me, sliding his tongue against mine. He let me go, and I panted more. “I love how hard you try to please me.”
It shocked me how much his praise fulfilled me.
We finished our shower, took the towels hanging nearby, and cleaned up at the sinks. Rocco picked up a bottle and hummed as he poured sun protection into his palms, slathering it down my body. Goosebumps rose on my skin. His touch always had a soothing and thrilling effect on me.
Then it was my turn. I rubbed over his back, feeling all the muscle indentations. Sexy.
“You lift weights, huh?”
“You sound like you’re trying to pick me up, wife.”
“Maybe I am,” I joked.
“A little flattery isn’t enough, Adelina. I’m not that easy.”
“I’m Adelina when you want to play hard to get?”
“When I’m hard, you’ll get it.” Rocco teased back.
I groaned-laughed as I changed into a bikini. “Gah, that’s bad.”
Rocco wore a T-shirt and shorts, a new addition to his regular wardrobe. We left for the patio to enjoy our brunch. Though I was still full of the jerk chicken we had last night.
Rocco added a French toast with mango slices to my plain yogurt. “Eat up. We’ve got a full day today.”