Making His Baby(183)

He lowers himself on top of me, pushing me onto the bed and crushing me with his body. He parts my legs with his and presses himself into me causing my arousal to ignite with a blast of heated desire for him to be inside me. I stop him only to remove my panties and I lie back, waiting. Rocco does nothing but look at my naked body, I move my hands to run them over his body, but he pushes my hands away, pinning them above my head.

“Don’t move them,” he growls into my ear.

His eyes lock with mine and I nod slightly. He kisses my chin and slides his body down until I feel the heat from his mouth through my panties. I can barely compose myself at this point, breathing so hard I feel dizzy. When I look down at him, I see him cover me with his mouth, his tongue doing things to me that felt so good my body aches for more. I feel my arousal heighten, my body responding to him and grinding against his hand.

“Rocco,” I whisper.

“Shh,” he says, laying on me again. He kisses me hard, his tongue penetrating my mouth. “Do you want me to fuck you, Maddie?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Do you want me to make love to you?”

I nod profusely, pushing myself into the hardness I feel pressing back.

He leans up and looks at me. I feel the weight of him lift off me and his hand moves between us. He partially presses his weight back down on me and feeds his hands into mine, pinning them to the bed. His eyes lock onto mine and he gives me a lingering kiss before looking at me again. I feel him press into me, opening me up slowly. I feel my heart pounding through my chest and a growing pain inside me as he pushes deeper. The pain mixes with the need for him and I push my body forward, feeling a sharp pain inside me. He stops but doesn’t pull back.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Don’t stop, please.”

He slowly pushes into me, stretching me around him until he is fully inside me. He stops and kisses me passionately. He slowly pulls himself out and enters me again. The feeling increases my arousal, my desire, my need for him and I feel my muscles begin to tense. He pulls himself out and pushes back into me and repeats the motion over and over. He moves a little faster as he buries his head into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply and growling as he pushes in. I feel the tension in his body. I feel the waves intensify in mine. My breathing is labored and my fingers are intertwined with his. I never want it to end, until it does.

I slam my eyes closed and waves of electric pleasure slam into me, drowning me. He pulls out one last time and lets forth this guttural groan from deep in his throat as he pushes into me and stiffens his body around me, exploding inside me. His body jerks and presses deeper inside me before he rolls over, breathing hard.

He rolls to his side and props his head up with his hand, his other hand caressing my stomach.

“Are you okay? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

I merely smile at him and bite my lip. “I want to do it again.”

I roll over to him, giggling and rolling my body onto his.

“I knew I loved you for a reason,” he says teasing me. He covers my mouth with his and I can feel the arousal begin all over again.





Epilogue





MADDIE



ONE YEAR LATER



“Breakfast!”

I cover my head with my pillow and grumble at the thought of getting up. Then I remember where I am. I throw the covers back and jump out of bed. The curtains on the large bay window overlooking the ocean are already pulled back and the smell of coffee and bacon fills the room. I stretch and grab his button-up shirt, throwing it on before walking out of the small bedroom.

Rocco is setting a large platter of fruit on the table on the balcony as I enter and immediately smiles when he sees me.

“Good morning, sleepy head. You’re going to kill me if you keep wearing my clothes better than I do.” He reaches over and pulls me close to him, his hands squeezing my ass and his mouth consuming mine.

“Hm, good morning.”

He leans over and kisses me again, lingering on my lips before he pulls away.

“Keep that up and we won’t get to the restaurant in time.”

“That’s okay. Joanne will cover for us.”

I sit down and grab a grapefruit, peeling it and allowing the smell to waft over my hands.

“What is the smile for?” he asks, sitting across from me.

“I’m just so happy. My life couldn’t be better.”

“That’s good to hear,” he says, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth.

“We have the new restaurant up and running beautifully. We live on one of the most beautiful beaches in Boca Raton. And my investment in the restaurant has already begun to make a profit.”