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“Damn, Red. You got sexier. I should die more often.”

“No. No. No. No.” I scream as my orgasm rips through all the layers separating me from my real life. Like the veil has finally been removed from over my eyes. The dingy film of life I’ve hidden behind for the last six months is gone, and I see all the colors. All his colors wrap around us.

Then, without warning, Sal stands up, lifting me to him and motions to the soap alcove.

“Hold on. I’m going to pull another one out of you. I want to feel you come around my cock. I’m going to fuck you into this wall and feel my dick release into that perfect pink cunt of yours. Feel me.” He thrusts against me, and I’m so overwhelmed with sensations. All the parts of me are his.

He pushes me against the wall and I wrap my legs around him. “It won’t be long, but it will be good. Jesus, you’re fucking wet.”

“We’re in the shower.”

“Hilarious, smartass.” And before I can respond, he ruts up into me and fills me completely.

“Oh, my god.” And tears spring to my eyes.

He freezes. “Am I hurting you?”

I wrap him closer to me and say, “I missed you so much.”

Chapter

Twenty-Six

Sal

“Gingersnap, hold the sentiment for a moment because I need to fuck you so hard we erase death.” I thrust into her, and she sets her head on my shoulder. She’s moaning and groaning and I can’t handle how sweet her pussy feels. Ultimate fucking high. My dick releasing in her tight chamber is everything. Jesus, I’m so deep like this and after six months of no sex, she’s tight as a vice grip on my fucking cock. My balls draw up tight and bounce against her ass.

I grunt and fuck up into her as she grinds down as best she can. But this is just a ride for her. She has no control and neither do I. My fingertips grip into her soft flesh, and I get more possessive with each thrust. She’s panting and I know she’s close.

“Fuck. You’ve got me so tight, Poppy. So goddamn tight. And mine. All mine.”

“You. Always you. So deep.”

“If you’re going to come again, do it now, because there won’t be a whole lot more to this.”

She bears down, and it’s more than I can freaking handle. I lean back to watch my cock enter her at this angle and like I’m some kind of Cirque de Soliel motherfucker.

A legitimate roar begins down at my toes, rumbles my balls, and explodes out of my mouth and dick as I shoot inside of her. She feels me jerk and twitch. My pumps getting wild and out of control. She screams my name, I think, but I’m blacking out from all the goddamn pleasure and trying to keep us upright. I brace my thighs as she rides the remains of my once great, hard, erect super cock. Because that’s what it was, first time inside my slice of paradise in almost seven months. Once we catch our breaths and I squat a bit to make a seat for her on my thighs we kiss. We kiss and kiss. Her tongue inside of my mouth, and my cock still deflating and warm inside of her. I wish there was a way for her to know that there’s not a spec of my existence that isn’t about… or for… her. My wife. Mi amore. Mi Familia.

I grab the back of her head and pull her to me, trying to get the kiss deeper. I don’t know how, but my dick thickens again.

The water’s run cold, but we can’t stop kissing.

I turn the shower off and stand up with her body clasped to mine, walking us to the bed. I lavish her body with the attention it deserves. She arches and her tears are back. I stop just before I take her nipple into my mouth.

“Mi amore?”

“Not sad. Just astonished. How is it possible to love you more?”

“Oh, it’s possible.” I grin at her. “You’re just catching up to me, that’s all.”

I pull her taut nipple between my teeth and she grins. I just don’t want to be done with her tonight. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” I whisper on her skin.

Her head cocks to the side when I try to kiss her as we get to the edge of the bed. “Sal! Sal? Is that you? Is that the Cannoli?”

I chuckle as I lower myself on top of her. “Nah, it’s another fucking mook who’s got his thick ass cock inside of you.”