Deadly Games - Cate Noble [51]
“It worked very well.” He placed a hand on her hip, guiding her motion so they both felt it.
“Rocco, I want you. I want this.” Her voice wavered as she undulated her hips again. “But I don’t know what to do.”
“Luckily, Ido. I suggest we go inside, to the bedroom.” Condoms and hot tubs did not mix. “Hold on.”
Steam wafted from their skin as Rocco stood, cradling her as he climbed out. Gena kept her arms around his neck, giving him a bird’s-eye view of her glorious breasts.
At the door, he lowered her and grabbed the towels he’d left out earlier. He unfolded one, wrapped it around her shoulders, covering temptation so he could think. Talk.
“Are you sure about this, Gena?” he asked. “Because once we start …” Rocco wasn’t as certain he could pull back. He’d wanted her too damn long.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want you, Rocco. So much it scares me.”
He could have beat his chest and run around the deck doing war whoops. Instead he tugged her wet hair free and began squeezing the long length with another towel.
“Let’s get you dry,” he said.
Gena squirmed and kicked off her wet swimsuit bottom, leaving her completely naked except for the towel around her shoulders.
“Your turn,” she said as her hands shoved the waistband of his trunks down from his hips.
Gena stared at his exposed erection, her wide eyes confirming that she’d probably seen few men naked. Which pleased him. Because if he had anything to do with it, she’d never see another naked man except him.
Rocco stood still, enjoying watching her visually satisfy her curiosity. She inched toward him, allowing his cock to rub against her abdomen. Again he let her set the pace, let her close the distance until their bodies were pressed fully together. His cock was in heaven each time she moved against him.
She lifted onto tiptoe for a kiss, but as she shifted her movements grew fretful again.
“Easy, princess. I’ve got you.” Taking her up in his arms, Rocco carried her into the bedroom and set her down on the mattress before switching on a low-watt lamp. Soft light bathed her skin.
Reaching into the nightstand, he grabbed a couple of condoms, then tossed them on the nightstand, never taking his eyes off Gena.
She had scooted farther back on the bed, reclining slightly on her forearms, allowing him to visually sate his curiosity as well. Her breasts were full and high, and her hips flared outward from her slender waist. Light blond hair covered her pubic mound.
He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her but not quite touching. He held still and let her arch against him, exploring the rhythm of what she wanted.
“You’re so beautiful, Gena.” He kissed her and slowly lowered his hips, easing her legs apart to just lie against her. She was wet. Warm. Trusting.
Rocco eased kisses down her neck to her breasts, mouthing one nipple then the other before giving in to the temptation to suck.
Gena hissed in approval. Her hands slid through his hair, holding him in place as he showered her breasts with kisses and licks. She bucked her hips, thrusting upward.
When Rocco rolled off to the side, she grabbed for him, closing her fist around his shaft.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
He had no intention of stopping. “I just want to slow it down.” She still had her hand on his cock and he arched forward against her palm. “I want to savor every touch.”
She rolled onto her side, too. Her breasts jutted forward, the tips teasing the hair on his chest as she continued stroking his shaft. “Do you like when I touch you?” she asked.
“Oh yeah.” Rocco laid a hand on her hip, caressing her curves, following the indent of her abdomen, lower to tease her soft nest of curls.
He cupped her, felt the slight withdrawal over the shock of feeling his hand in such an intimate place. But within seconds she relaxed, opening ever so slightly, letting him feel her heat. He caressed her with his thumb and was rewarded with a moan.
“Spread your legs,” he urged. Then he slid his middle finger partway into her tightness.
He