“You’re killing me,” he growls. “But I want to be inside you.”
He yanks me up and throws me to the bed, so I land on my back. Then he crawls over me and reaches for the bedside drawer. “We still need to be safe, right?”
“Definitely.”
I’m on the contraceptive implant anyway—there’s no way I can risk ever falling pregnant with the way things are. I try not to let guilt at the thought of that get in my way. I might never be able to give him a child.
Shut up, Sophia. You’re having fun, hot sex, not making a baby.
I hate the way I over-think everything. I’m allowed to have a little fun and not always have to think about the future.
But this isn’t just some guy. This is the only boy you’ve ever loved.
And Ihadloved him. I’d loved him with every fibre of my being, and not only had my parents moving away gouged out my heart, but so had making the choice that he was better off without me.
I tear my thoughts from the past as he produces a condom and rips the top open with his teeth. I take it from him and reach down to roll the top over his erection and then all the way down, all the while keeping my grip firm on his cock. Rocco’s eyes slip shut with pleasure, and I reach his base and slip my hand under to cup his balls.
“Ah, fuck, Sophia,” he groans, lowering his forehead against mine.
I widen my thighs, hooking my ankles around the back of him, pressing my heels into the hard muscles of his backside. He kisses me again and then reaches between us to position himself. I buck my hips, encouraging him.
The smooth head of his cock meets my entrance, and he pushes gently, easing me open. Pleasure shoots through my core, tightening my stomach muscles and thighs.
“More,” I gasp. “I want more.”
I want him to fill me completely.
He grabs my hands, lifting them above my head, shoving my wrists into the soft pillow as he pushes deep inside me. Our mouths meet once more with frantic, hungry kisses. We clutch each other tight. He moves inside me, slow and languid at first, but then growing faster, harder. My pleasure builds, coiling tension at my core, ready to explode and shatter me. He releases one of my hands to reach down and cup my breast, his fingersrolling my nipple and sending sparks coalescing between my thighs.
My breathing is harsh and ragged, and I clutch him, knowing I’m close. “Oh, God…”
I come hard, my inner muscles rippling around his cock, holding him deeper and tighter. Rocco pauses while the waves of my orgasm sweep me away, and my body twitches with little bolts of pleasure.
He starts to move again, slamming himself into me, pistoning his hips, until he gives a grunt of release and holds himself deep as he finds his release.
We lay in bed afterwards, our fingers twined together across his flat stomach, my head on his chest. I listen to his heartbeat slow in time with mine.
“Do you remember what we were like as teenagers?” I say. “Once we’d started, it was like we couldn’t help ourselves.”
“I remember all the snogging.” His chest vibrates as he chuckles. “We could stand on the street and kiss for hours.”
“I remember more than the snogging. Do you remember that little shed down on the green that we used to sneak into?” I grin up at him, our eyes locking. “We got into some pretty hot situations in there.”
We hadn’t been having full sex at the time, but there had been plenty of groping going on.
“You gave me my first ever blow job in there. I think I lasted about ten seconds before I came.”
It was my turn to laugh. “You gave me my first everything in there.”
“Nothing has ever lived up to how we were back then.” His arm tightens around me. “Until now.”
I smack him playfully on the chest, not buying what he’s saying. “Oh, come on. Look at you. I bet you’ve had tons of girls.”
He catches my hand, and pins it to his skin. “All right. It’s not the same, though. I know you, and you know me. You used to hide with me when my dad was in one of his moods, and I would defend you if someone at school was upsetting you. That history means something.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I agree. “It means everything.”
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