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“Ohh, Bella,” Rocco said reverently. I felt the weight of his body as it covered me, the sweet soft head of his cock as it entered my soaked opening.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
He pushed his cock to the hilt, and my inner walls squeezed around him.
His moan was deep as he plunged his cock in. I could feel him hit my end as he pumped hard inside me.
“Rocco. Rocco. I don’t. Know. Ohh. Ohh, my God.”
The sensation was so overwhelming, and I was still coming; my climax shattered me. I shook and trembled as he kept on fucking me. His body was heavy, his breathing hard as he thrust in and out. I could still feel my inner walls clenching.
“Rocco, ohh,” I moaned his name over and over.
He roared between jagged pants, “Fuck, you make me come so damn hard.” His body shuddered above me as he pounded, and then he pushed in hard as he came. He rested on me for a few minutes, breathing as heavily as me. His body was drenched in sweat, his heart as fast as mine beneath him. Then, he pulled out, and we both moaned in ecstasy.
He climbed off the bed, removed my ankle binds first, and rubbed them.
I couldn’t move. Every muscle felt strained, and my body was still spasming.
Rocco’s fingertips dragged over my skin, keeping our contact as he removed the bindings on my wrists, then, at last, the blindfold. I blinked. My hand shook as I rubbed my eyes. His face was in view, and his pleasure blatant. However, I was a trembling mess. It wasn’t only from the intense climax. It had to do with all the feelings, they overwhelmed me.
Rocco cuddled me and rubbed my back. “It’s going to be all right.”
“Is this normal?” I rasped.
“What do you mean?”
“Crying and shaking like this after. I honestly enjoyed it, but….”
“It’s a mental and physical adrenaline release. It can feel overwhelming when you turn over control after holding on to it so tight.” He kissed my forehead.
It surprised me how well Rocco understood what I was feeling after. It was like I’d gone through a battle with my body and him. But in the end, I surrendered, and that was when he gave me what I wanted. “You were hard on me.”
“I can be so much harder, Adelina.” His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine, and he rubbed a hand down my back, leaving it on my ass.
“Do you do bondage often?” I cringed inside. Rocco touching someone else so intimately made me feel sick. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to know or if I wanted him to think of me as special.
“No. Bondage’s intimate. It’s a place in my relationships I rarely reached.”
I lifted my head to peer at him. “Seriously? That’s hard to believe.”
“Why would you think that?” He wasn’t smiling but serious. I inadvertently offended him.
“Please don’t get me wrong. I’m not asking you about all your past partners. I don’t care about them. You never hold yourself back from anything. That’s what surprises me.”
He exhaled long. “Sex takes trust. I had to consider my public image first with every partner. What they’d tell the press.”
I hadn’t thought of him as trapped in his fame. That he had to worry his partner would sell his sex life to a tabloid. “I’m sorry, Rocco.”
He smiled. “I’m not. My partners shouldn’t have trusted me. I see that now.”
“Why not?”
“Because I didn’t care about them. I care about your feelings and loved watching you surrender to me.”
My heart swelled in my throat, and I snuggled against him, and he held me tighter. “I’m happy we did this.”
“That’s all I want, Bella. For you to be happy with me.”