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SILVER

W e can’t keep our hands to ourselves as we reach my condominium. Salvatore’s have returned to his new favorite position, cupping my ass, while mine find new planes and packed muscle making up his sculpted physique. He kissed me the moment we stepped out of his car, and neither of us has broken it since. Even as we tumble and nearly fall to our asses because we can’t see where we’re walking, the thrill of being entwined together is far better than the consequence.

More than once, Salvatore has tried to undress me as we ascend the staircase, and I’ve reluctantly stopped him each time.

My neighbors could be watching, and if we didn’t live in such a small-knit community where gossip spreads like a disease, I would’ve let him. But most of them are older, and I wouldn’t want to be the cause of a heart attack or two because my bare ass is flashed in front of their windows.

Somehow, between our unsteady walking and inability to do anything but grope one another, we make it to my apartment. With my back to the door and one arm around Salvatore’s shoulders to keep his head locked to mine, I manage to unlock and open the door.

Finally, we’re inside, away from prying eyes, and Salvatore jumps at the opportunity. His fingertips slide into the waistband of my leggings and, without hesitation, tear them off me. My own start to tug away at the buttons of his shirt until it rolls off his shoulders, exposing the white tank top beneath.

“Sal, wait,” I say between kisses and his attempt to pull my shirt over my head.

“I’m sorry. Am I going too fast?” He stops immediately and pulls his hands back, almost nervous that he’s crossed a boundary he wasn’t meant to.

“No. God no. Not fast enough,” I groan. “But I need a shower. Unless you like the smell of day-old bacon lingering on your woman?”

“The only shower you need is the one my cock’s going to open between your legs.”

“You’re not wrong, but I’ll only be a few minutes. Then I’m all yours.” I don’t give him time to answer before spinning on my heels and making my way past the kitchenette and toward my bedroom.

I can pretend that this shower is to get clean, and Salvatore might even believe it, but heading to the bathroom is for purely selfish reasons. My mind is riddled with the events of last night. Something about the way Salvatore watched me from the door and waited for me to be as close to naked as possible before he barged in lights a flame in my belly.

I want it again. Hell, I need it. To see the look in his eye while he observes me from the shadows. Drinks me in with his lustful gaze while I tease him by touching myself.

And that’s what I’m going to do. I start the shower and wait for the water to turn warm before I step inside. Like the office, only this time it’s intentional, I leave the door open enough for him to see inside.

Dirty thoughts immediately start swirling in my head. First of his tongue brushing against my sensitive areas, then mine running from the base to the tip of his cock. One of those things actually happened, but the other would have, too, if he hadn’t stopped me.

The picture of his enormous cock dangling in front of my face takes over my mind, and my body is quick to follow. My hands slide down my now-wet body, and every touch is an electric tingle that nestles in the warmth of my belly. My fingers dance across my skin until they find their place against the delicate nub between my thighs, and I allow them to do whatever they like while fantasies of the savage one room over scatter through my head.

When I open my eyes to see myself in the mirror, I’m not the only person standing in it. As expected, and as I wanted, Salvatore’s staring straight back at me from the door. He’s naked, with his hand wrapped around the base of his enormous cock. He strokes it back and forth, with lingering eyes nestled firmly between my thighs.

It’s the first time I’ve seen him fully naked, and I love the sight of him. The front of his carved physique is littered with battle scars. Without even trying, every muscle in his body looks like it’s flexing to the point of collapse.

It’s the slab of meat dangling from his waist that has me entranced. Seeing it in his boxers, I knew it was big. But watching his already massive hands struggle to wrap around it fully is confirmation that he’s going to split me in two.

God, I can’t wait.

Rabid, primal growls erupt from deep inside Salvatore as he strokes himself. This voyeuristic longing, a fantasy we both share, it seems, is driving him as crazy as it is me.

“Ah, fuck,” I whimper, and his eyes make their way up to mine. He doesn’t break away from himself immediately. He stays there, watching, moaning, and losing his internal battle to keep control.

“Ah, fuck,” he parrots my words and barges through the door. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“I’m surprised you made it this long,” I tease, feeling the first winding tension of what’s to come nestling in my core. Yesterday’s orgasm against his face was amazing, but I can already tell it’s going to pale in comparison to what the rest of him has to offer.

Salvatore doesn’t reply. His eyes are glazed over with a wild, frantic stare that tells me his mind is on one thing and one thing only. He needs this, and he’s going to take it.

He pulls open the shower door and flings his enormous frame into me. His hands instantly find my hips, and he pins me to the wall. With our bodies so close, his manhood presses against my belly, and I can feel it throbbing in anticipation.

Desperate roars emit from Salvatore, and timid whimpers part from me as our mouths lock in a long, heated embrace. With his grip on my hips, Salvatore starts lifting me up against the wet shower wall, and I wrap my legs around his hips for stability.

The head of his cock smashes against my entrance without needing assistance from either of us. Salvatore bucks his hips, and I release a shrieking moan into his mouth at the hefty weight pressing against my folds.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Salvatore says between kisses. “A beam of pure, brilliant light.” He thrusts his hips again, and this time, without warning, the tip of his cock slips between my lips.

He doesn’t stop it from going further, even as his legs start to buckle, and we nearly topple over. It glides slowly at first while Salvatore chokes on noises fighting eagerly to break out of his mouth.

My eyes roll to the back of my skull at the overwhelming sensation of his girth filling me to the brim. Every inch it slides deeper, tightens the coil in my core, and scratches the itch of lust and desire that started building up from the second I met him.

Salvatore flings his lips toward my neck, and his tongue starts to trail toward my chest as he sinks into my depths. Using his grip on my waist to lift me higher, his mouth eventually meets my breasts, and he wraps his lips around my pointy, peaked nipples.

I throw my arms around his shoulders and instinctively dig my nails into his back. He groans at the sensation, but he doesn’t sound hurt. It’s more like I’m throwing fuel to his fire, and the way his tongue flicks over my nipple and his hips start to buck feverishly confirm it.

“You feel so good inside me,” I sputter.

I want to say more. That I’ve never felt a cock so good, that I don’t want him to leave, and that I feel so oddly drawn to him that I never want this to end. But those words don’t exist in my head. They’re feelings and emotions that swirl from the ever-tightening coil in my core, which is getting knocked loose with every thrust of his incredible dick.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” Salvatore groans one word after the next slowly. The wild look in his eyes that brought him into the shower has fully consumed his features now.

He’s no longer the man I saw hovering at the door but a beast that needs this release to function. And I’ll give it to him. Again and again until he’s satisfied.

Until we’re satisfied.

I start gyrating my hips in time with his feverish humping. I take everything he has to offer, with squeals of delight as my only sign of still being conscious.

“Are you going to come for me?” Salvatore asks as he pounds one long thrust after the next into me. “Are you going to come on my cock?”

Oh, fuck.

Those vulgar words are precisely what I needed to hear.

I make a sound somewhere between I am and I ahhhhhh ! as the spring inside me releases in an earth-shattering climax.

Salvatore’s grip tightens, and his breathing becomes more rapid as I start to fumble and flail against him.

“Good girl,” he whispers against my chest, but I can hear the strain on his voice. He’s close. Right on the verge of his own tantric release, and I want to feel it inside me.

I start pulling him with my legs around his waist, scanning his face for the inevitable signs. Heavy breathing, anguished groaning, and rolling eyes with each and every thrust.

With a lion’s roar that echoes intensely through the bathroom, I feel it. His hot seed floods my pussy as his thrusting moves from fast and precise to slower and more deliberate. He squeezes onto me so tightly, pinning me in place, while his mouth returns to my breasts as a way to still the noises erupting from him.

His lips don’t linger there long before they glide their way up my body and to my mouth. He locks me in a deep kiss, fueled by desire from our joint release.

I didn’t want to admit it last night, but Salvatore was right.

This was worth the wait. Every second of it, perfection.

But now that our fun is over comes the hardest question.

Where do we go from here?