“Hmmm,” he said by way of reply, his hands running up my bare legs before he lifted the material up over my head. “I’ve been dyin’ to know what you’ve had on under this dress all night, baby.”
“Not much,” I responded with a grin as his eyes swept over my red thong and otherwise naked skin. I hadn’t needed a bra with the dress.
“My favorite,” he nodded, licking his full lips and grinding into me from behind. I turned in his arms as he took my mouth in a heated kiss.
“Not in the mood for gentle. You all right with that?” he asked against my lips.
“Yeah,” I answered breathlessly.
“Hands on the wall,” he directed, and I complied immediately.
I heard him rustling behind me, divesting himself of his clothes. His knowing fingers then moved to trail down my spine, making me shiver. When he reached my thong, he wrenched it down my legs with such force I was surprised it didn’t break in two.
He kicked my legs apart, his big body pressed against me from behind. His hands wrapped around me, cupping my breasts as he bit and kissed my neck.
I was so worked up already, I felt my knees start to shake. His warm hands slid down my stomach to my core, making me gasp.
“You soaked for me already, babe?” he demanded in my ear.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Gonna take you from behind. I wanna feel this amazing ass against me,” he groaned as he slipped inside of me, making me whimper. He filled me up so completely.
Then he started to move.
He lifted me with his strong arms pressing me to the wall as he thrust with abandon. I had to brace myself with my forearms so I wouldn’t bang too harshly against the wall.
It was delicious and consuming. It was Sal and me.
“Fuck, babe, this is gonna be quick,” he warned.
“Yeah,” I agreed, already fighting to contain myself.
“Let it go,” he commanded when he sensed me holding back.
I cried out as it hit me, pressing my forehead to the wall as he let himself go inside me, his warm body encasing mine so completely I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
He spun me then, holding my body easily and taking us to the bed still inside me. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard into my neck, his body slick with sweat.
He pulled back and looked down at me with his gorgeous brown eyes. “You don’t ever worry about this, understand?” he asked, touching my bandage carefully. “You don’t worry about the shithead who did this to you; he’ll be taken care of. And, you don’t worry about what I think when I look at it,” he bit out, still breathing heavily. “’Cause all I see is you, always you,” he swore.
“Okay,” I agreed, raking my fingers through his damp hair.
“Okay. Let’s shower,” he directed, dragging me up and to the bathroom.
******
“Let’s go get breakfast, then I have a surprise for you,” Sal shocked me by saying the next morning as we lay in bed, slowly waking up.
I loved waking up with Sal. There was something so endearing about his mussed hair and groggy expression. I loved the five o’clock shadow on his chin and his deep, gravelly voice made deeper with sleep.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked with a quirk of my brow. Sal had never surprised me with anything and I was immediately curious.
“Yeah,” he nodded simply.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a surprise before,” I mused, yelping as he swatted my ass on the way to the shower.
“Glad to be your first, babe,” he winked.
