Thirty-Eight
Lorenzo
Feeling her soft breath on my arm, I look down at her and smiled.
My woman.
The love of my life.
God, what did I ever do to deserve her?
She was perfect.
Carefully getting up from the bed, I stretched.
My stomach still hurt a bit but nothing I couldn’t handle. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell her that. If I did, she’d have me walking all over this island. Not that I didn’t want to check it out and explore, I just wanted sex more.
I knew eventually I would wear her down and I was right.
Yes, I was a righteous ass but I knew God would forgive me.
With a beautiful woman like Donatella, how couldn’t he?
Making my way to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and waited a few minutes letting the water heat up. Turning to the mirror, I looked at my new scar.
It was still red and looked a bit swollen. I knew in time the redness would fade leaving a white line across the middle of my stomach. It wasn’t that bad. In fact, I think it made me look more rugged, more manly if that was even possible. Plus, it matched the one from when I was stabbed back in Chicago.
When my thoughts turned back to Donatella, my cock perked up.
Fucking bastard was always eager to sink into her.
Heading for the steaming shower, I walked in, closing the door behind me. The hot water felt good against my skin. Placing my hands on the wall, I lowered my head and let the hot water hit my back, sighing. My dick was still hard, aching for her as I could still see her juices on my dick.
“Why not,” I muttered, grabbing a bottle of shampoo. Pouring a small amount into my hand, I placed the bottle back on the shelf, then grabbed my dick, stroking slowly.
I closed my eyes and began to imagine how it would feel to have her kneeling before me, my cock sliding in and out of her talented little mouth. I could imagine her beautiful silver-blue eyes looking up at me as she slowly bobbed her head up and down.
As I stroked my cock, I got increasingly caught up in my sexual imaginings and I started to moan softly. I hadn’t even noticed that she had entered the bathroom. Before I knew it, the shower door was pulled back and I was caught standing there holding my dick, both literally and figuratively.
Donatella stood there with a furious look on her face.
“You rat bastard!”
“Once again. Not a bastard.”
“You can walk without the walker!”
Well yeah, I always could but I wasn’t going to tell her that. She looked so damn cute taking care of me. I wasn’t going to stop her.
She looked adorable with her mad on, her little hands on her hips, biting her lower lip as she examined me.
She was so fucking perfect and all mine.
I was staring at her cute face, while Donatella, on the other hand, had her attention focused entirely on my erection from the minute I turned around. My soapy cock was standing at full mast in front of her waiting for her next move and she licked her lips.
Without warning, Donatella took my cock in her right hand.
I let out an unsuspecting sigh of pleasure as her cold hand wrapped itself around my hungry cock. She laughed softly at my sensitivity and stepped into the warm stream of the shower. I had already been stroking my cock for a couple of minutes and I was worried that I could blow at any moment. She gently stroked my cock and water splashed all over her tits and her abdomen. Water droplets beaded and rolled off her perfectly rounded breasts.