He’d walked around back where I was grilling two steaks. He’d been gone most of the day, picking up supplies.
He laughed and held out a bouquet of sunflowers. “You’re too involved in your head, that’s how.”
I was too involved for a reason.
“I missed you.” His mouth found mine.
“Me too.” I kissed him back and took them. “These are pretty. Thanks.”
“I’m glad you like them.” He looked at the grill. “Early for dinner, isn’t it?”
“I’m just hungry.”
“Well, I’m not hungry for food just yet,” he said sliding his hands down and into the back of my shorts. He squeezed my ass, kissing me deeply, his big body bigger, even more muscular since we’d started working on the house. His skin had darkened in the Florida sunshine. He seemed to smile more, and his face looked more relaxed. I didn’t think it would be possible for him to be even sexier than before, but he was.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck.
“I haven’t fucked you on the picnic table yet,” he said, pushing my shirt aside and taking a nipple into his mouth.
“You are a dirty, dirty man, Salvatore.”
“I think you like it, Lucia.”
He set me on the table and continued to kiss me before pulling the peasant shirt over my head.
“Do you remember,” he started, stripping his T-shirt off, “when we were in my study, and I fucked your ass for the first time?”
I felt my face blush as he pushed my knees apart and stood between them, his grin evil and his eyes dancing while he unbuttoned my shorts and pulled the zipper down.
I leaned in close. He thought he was embarrassing me, did he? Taking his hair in my hands, I tugged, turning his head to the side and licking his ear. “I remember I liked it. But who says I’m giving you permission to fuck my ass again?”
One hand raked up my back, pulled the tie out of my messy bun, and gripped a handful of hair.
“I need to ask permission?” he asked, closing his mouth over mine.
This kiss had a hunger to it.
“Don’t you remember what I said you’d do the next time I wanted to fuck your ass?”
I shook my head, although I remembered perfectly. My hands moved to explore his chest. “Refresh my memory.”
“Something about you bending over my desk and spreading yourself open. Something about begging me to do it.”
“You think I’ll beg you to fuck me?” I chuckled and slid my fingernails down his back to push my hands into his shorts and cup his tight ass.
“I do,” he said, tugging my shorts off and dipping his head down. “I think I’ll have you begging to be fucked in no time.”
“Do you?” I asked as I leaned back.
He gave me a cocky grin and slid the crotch of my panties aside. Sparing one glance at my pussy, he returned his eyes to mine.
“Judging from this dripping cunt, yes.”
He dove in, making me suck in a sharp breath, only taking breaks to taunt me.
“I think I’ll make you wait too.”
He tickled my clit.
“Make you bend over and spread yourself open while I watch. Hell, maybe I’ll make a couple more steaks while you’re begging.”
I pushed his head into my pussy. “You talk too much.”
Fuck, he could work his tongue. He could make me come in a minute or an hour, depending on how evil he felt. And today, Satan himself feasted on me.
“You’re killing me,” I finally said, refusing to beg, to ask him to make me come, but trying to drag his mouth back to me.
“Stay,” he said, straightening. “Just like that, legs wide. And hold your panties aside. I want to see your cunt.”
“I hate you,” I said to his back but pulled the string of my panties aside, feeling all the more exposed for it.
“You love me,” he answered, disappearing into the house.
I stayed as I was, liking it, out in the open, exposed for him. The backyard was completely private, but it thrilled me to think someone could walk around the house at any moment and find me like this.
He was back a few moments later, and I saw what he carried with him. A tube of lube.
“Good girl.”
He was happy to see that I was still in position. He lifted me to stand, turned me around, and pushed me to bend over before sliding my panties down to midthigh and stopping.
“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing back at him as he stepped away.
“Reach back and spread your ass open.”
“I won’t beg you,” I said and slid my hands back to my ass and did what he wanted. The expression on his face was worth my own embarrassment. I slipped the panties off to spread my legs wider.