Sink sex is not my first choice, but the delicious friction of Sal’s cock moving inside me makes it worth it. With each powerful thrust, his perfect cock drives me closer and closer to falling off the sink, but also toward blissful satisfaction.
“I really like this bikini,” he informs me, his gaze drifting to my breasts. They bounce in time with his thrusts, and he shakes his head like I’m just too sexy to handle.
“I really like your cock,” I toss back.
“Sweet Jesus,” he says, leaning in to kiss me even as he brings his hips forward, giving me every inch of him. I grind my pussy against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and deepening the kiss myself. He pauses, lifting me off the sink, and switches positions, backing me up against the wall. There’s nothing to hold onto so I don’t try, but I don’t have to, because Sal is plenty strong enough to hold me as he slams his cock up inside me.
I throw my head back, then curl into his shoulder as his purposeful, rapid thrusts drive me over the edge. My pussy contracts around him as I hold on for dear life, my body milking the orgasm right out of his.
He lets me down gently, pulling me against his chest, but leaning against the wall for support while he recovers.
I nestle into him, tucking my head under his chin and leave a trail of lazy kisses across his chest while my heart slows down.
After a minute, I tell him, “We can go to my bed now.”
Nodding against the wall, he murmurs, “Okay. Let me get my pants.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help smiling. “We could’ve done this in my bed and we’d be cuddle-ready. My brother is not going to watch that, I promise.”
“I’m not taking any chances,” he states, releasing me so he can collect his clothing.
I only have to collect my bikini bottoms. I let him leave the bathroom first so I can pee, then I open the door and allow myself a moment to enjoy the sight of him in my bed. It’s been my bed for so many years, so many of those years spent all alone in it. It makes me happy to see the man I love lying there.
He glances over and sees me watching him, so he smiles slightly. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say innocently, sashaying my hips until I get to the bed. I hop on and crawl up beside him, then I snuggle up against his body. “I can’t wait until we’re in the same bed every single night.”
“You and me both,” he replies, curling an arm around me. “Though, if I’m being honest, Sundays here aren’t so bad. There’s entertainment, food, drinks, sex; we can come every week if you want to.”
I grin up at him. “Bet you never thought you’d want to hang out with the Morellis.”
“What can I say, you’ve corrupted me,” he returns lightly.
“We have a tendency to do that,” I admit, nodding. “At least you’re in good company.”
“I prefer this company,” he tells me, giving me a little squeeze.
“Me too,” I agree, closing my eyes and just resting there with him for a few minutes.
When he yawns, I tilt my head to look up at him. I haven’t been with him every night, so I can’t speak to the nights he’s alone, but from what I’ve seen, he hasn’t been sleeping well. I don’t know if it’s the death of his dad, his mom’s disapproval, or some combination of things, but he’s been extra tired lately.
“How did your visit with your mom go?” I ask, watching his face.
He replies nonchalantly, “Not bad. I don’t think she’s going to come to the dress thing this week, though. Sorry.”
I shrug. “It was a long shot. Just thought I’d offer.”
“I appreciate the effort,” he tells me.
Another minute passes, then I ask, “Were you ever going to tell me that Mateo named Luca?”
A benefit to lying on top of him is that I can feel when he tenses beneath me, so even though he keeps his face clear, I know better. “Sure,” he says, easily. “After I killed him, I would’ve told you.”
“Why wait?” I ask. “You think I’d try to save him?”
“Didn’t want to risk it. Women have a tendency to get weird about that stuff.”
I crack a smile. “Have you murdered a lot of your girlfriends’ ex-lovers?”
“Nope, this’ll be the first.”
“Well, I wouldn’t try to stop you. As long as you’re safe, but I assume you know what you’re doing. He’s a monster; I don’t have a problem with him being put down. I only refrained from telling you because I never thought Mateo would let you do it.”
“To be fair, I wasn’t sure either, but when your brother isn’t being a pain in the ass, he has it in him to be reasonable.”