I didn’t know where we were going until I felt my butt hit the sink counter.
He kept fingering me for another minute or two before his hand moved from between my thighs, taking my panties with him.
“Salvatore,” I sighed, reaching for him, my hand going toward his waistband.
But he didn’t let me.
Because the next thing I knew, his hands were grabbing the backs of my thighs, yanking me up and off my feet, only to drop my ass down on the countertop.
Before I could even fully adjust to that, he was going down in front of me, pulling my legs over his shoulders, then running his tongue up my cleft to toy with my clit.
A shiver racked my system as my hands grabbed the back of his head, holding him against me as he worked my clit methodically, relentlessly.
His hand slipped between my thighs and inside of me once again, thrusting for a moment before his fingers twisted inside of me to stroke against my top wall, creating a whole new sensation.
Gone were any thoughts about being at work, about people just a couple yards away, about the pain that had been bothering me all day.
All there was in the world was Salvatore and the way he was driving me up, pushing me toward that edge.
“No!” I cried when he yanked suddenly against my hold, moving out from between my thighs.
“I need you to come around my cock,” he growled in my ear, his scruff teasing the shell of my lobe before his teeth nipped it, sending another sizzle of desire through me.
It wasn’t a question, but the pause after it was.
“Yes,” I sighed, my hips wriggling impatiently against the bulge in his pants.
His arm went into his wallet, finding a condom as my hands went to the fly of his pants, undoing the button and the zip as he took the foil toward his face to nip the edge and open it.
Curiosity piqued, my hand went inside his pants, freeing his cock from his boxer briefs, and closing my hands around his thick, straining length.
That delicious rumble moved through Salvatore again as my hand started to work him.
His free hand grabbed my thigh, squeezing hard enough that I knew there would be marks afterward. But this time, the idea of those private little marks filled me with excitement, not dread.
It wasn’t long, though, before his hand left my thigh and pushed my hand away so he could slip on the condom.
“Salvatore, please,” I whimpered when he paused when finished with the protection.
Again, that rumble. And my body’s instantaneous response to it. My sex tightened. My heart fluttered.
But then he was stepping closer and his cock was sliding against my slick cleft.
A soft whimper escaped me, and the sound made Salvatore’s eyes go molten.
“So sensitive,” he mumbled as his hand went to the back of my neck again, holding on as his other hand fisted his cock and pressed it against the entrance of my body.
“No, open your eyes,” he demanded, body tense as he paused. “I need to look at you as your pussy squeezes my cock,” he added, making my sex tense hard even as he started to slide in.
“Fuck,” he hissed as my breath caught at the feel of him, the thick, full sensation within me. “Yeah, just like that,” he said as he kept slipping in, taking every inch of me.
Settled deep, his hand pulled the back of my neck a little tighter. The touch felt almost possessive, and for reasons I didn’t begin to understand, it made my sex tighten around him.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said as his hips started to rock, as his cock slid ever so slightly inside of me.
“Salvatore,” I whimpered, wanting more, needing more. The need was a clawing ache, more pain than pleasure, and I needed relief. “Faster,” I added, watching as his eyes closed as he sucked in a deep breath.
Then he was fucking me.