“You’re never going to do it are you?” his deep voice asked, sending tingles down my spine as he backed us up against the counter.
“Do what?” I asked breathlessly.
“Make the first move,” he answered.
I bit my lip and shook my head.
“Tired of waitin’, baby,” he growled as his lips slammed down on mine.
ThankGod.
Suddenly, my ass was on the counter and he’d moved in-between my legs, devouring my mouth like a man starved. I moaned quietly, relishing the connection, and wrapped my arms and legs around him to pull him closer. I could feel his erection at my core through my thin shorts. I’d never wanted anything more in my life than to have him inside me.
His tongue conquered my mouth, his lips kissing and sucking at my lower lip. I pulled him deeper into me with my heels, and he groaned into my mouth. Suddenly, I was airborne, and he was stalking toward the bedroom with me still wrapped around him.
He practically threw me on the bed, pulling at my clothes and his until his naked body was over mine. He kissed his way from my neck to my breasts, sucking each nipple voraciously.
“Yes,” I breathed, pushing myself harder against his mouth. I was so ready for him I felt like I could orgasm just from kissing him.
“Your body is so beautiful,” he said, his lips against my belly.
“Please, Sal, need you now,” I breathed, barely able to put together a coherent sentence.
His body came back up, his arms braced on either side of me. “Has there been anyone else?” he asked, his eyes intent on mine.
I shook my head back and forth as I felt him at my entrance. It was the most exquisite torture I’d ever endured.
“Thank Christ,” he said and sighed in relief. Then he was sliding inside of me and I could think of nothing better in the world. Sal was the most well-endowed man I’d ever had, and my body remembered his and stretched to accommodate him.
“Fuck,” I heard him mutter as he planted himself to the root. Then he was moving with purpose as my nails dug into his back. It started to build immediately, and I was on track to have the fastest orgasm of my life.
“Babe, I’m gonna…” I started to say before it took me with force as I cried out.
“There it is,” his gravelly voice grunted with pleasure at watching me fall apart. Seconds later, his pace picked up as he pounded into me before he planted himself one last time and groaned his own release into me.
“Fuck,” he whispered again, his body on top of mine as we both tried to catch our breath. I wrapped my arms and legs around him to keep him close, feeling such deep-rooted joy at being connected with him like this. I never wanted him to move. He pulled up onto his forearms to peer down at me. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I whispered. I was much more than okay. He rolled off me and pulled me against his body so my head was against his chest, his fingers gently tracing my arm.
“Glad we got that out of the way,” I quipped, feeling positively giddy.
“Thank God, I was about to lose my fucking mind,” he admitted.
“Really?” I laughed, pleased at this news.
“Uh, yeah, babe. I haven’t had you in six months, and you’ve been parading around with those amazing legs and ass on display, your nipples showing through those flimsy little tanks you wear. I think I’ve had a permanent hard-on since you got here. You’re lucky I didn’t last about five seconds once I finally got inside you,” he muttered.
I stifled a laugh.
“Were you trying to torture me?” he demanded lightly.
“Maybe a little,” I admitted.
“A little my ass,” he retorted and I looked up at him and smiled.
He stroked a hand through my hair. “I like your hair long like this,” he murmured, his fingers pulling through my dark tendrils.
“Yeah?” I smiled.