Page 12 of The Don

The room fills with our desperate groans and the sound of our skin slapping together. My dreams were never as perfect as this.

“So…good,” she moans, fingers digging into the cushions under her head. “Missed. You.”

“Say my name, bella,” I grunt, letting her go with one hand to slap her hip.

“Fuck. Me. Sal…vat…ore.”

She grunts my name somehow, pretty, delicate, and completely undone.

I slap her other ass cheek, this time so hard my palm stings.

Shae is beyond words now. Her cunt is holding me in a wet, quivering grip as she shivers through one long release.

I could slow down and give her some room to ride the wave of this orgasm, but I fuck her harder instead. I fuck her until she’s recovered enough to fuck me back. She presses her palms to the back of the couch for leverage.

“You should have stayed away.” I don’t mean to say that. I’m surprised I can even speak. But her cunt rips those words from me in a rush of lust and something that must be love, even though I know less about that than how to raise a child.

Shae glares at me over her shoulder. “Shut up,” she gasps, even as her eyes flutter closed and her mouth goes slack as another short but intense orgasm rages through her. “Just shut up and fuck me,” she moans loudly.

“Fuck.” I groan, pulling her up against me, taking her mouth as if I’ll find absolution on her tongue. I don’t. All I taste is the sweetness I’ve been dreaming about since she left and the innocence I can only corrupt.

But this is who I am and I fuck Shae hard and fast until we’re covered in sweat and we know the taste of our mingled moans. I make sure there is no confusion about where we belong.

7SALVATORE

I’m sittingon the side of the bathtub, fiddling with the water taps, waiting for Shae in a blissful calm that is as new to me as anything else I’ve experienced with her. I watch the tub fill with water, still tasting Shae on my tongue, still smelling her all over my skin. I don’t want to wash this off. I don’t want to leave this apartment, even though I know we have to.

I turn as soon as I hear her foot hit the tile on the bathroom floor. Shae leans into the bathroom with a nervous smile on her face. She’s cupping her breasts as if she’s afraid for me to see her. Adorable.

“Come, bella,” I laugh, opening my arms to her.

Her eyes dart to my lap. My cock is spent, but the tendrils of my desire for her can change that — maybe not quickly, but soon enough, even at my age.

She bites her bottom lip, but her smile is too big to hide as she walks into the bathroom, maybe a little less nervous with every step.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close. I kiss the back of each of her hands, moving my mouth back and forth until she relaxes against me. I tilt my head back to look up at her. She’s smiling shyly down at me, but only for a second. She lifts one eyebrow as her left hand moves, exposing more of herself to me. I lean forward and kiss that patch of skin. Her fingers part, and I kiss more of her; her dark brown areola, every inch of her I can touch. She cups her breast, offering her hard nipple to me, and I feast on it, lick it, open my mouth wide and run my teeth along the fat of that flesh. I tighten my grip around her as she shifts to push her other nipple greedily into my mouth.

I keep my eyes on her face, noting what she likes — lots of tongue and teeth — and what she loves — when I massage her butt while I suck on her breasts — and what drives her wild — when I shove my hand between her legs and caress her clit until she’s suffocating me in her cleavage.

She collapses in my arms, and I hold her up, surprised at how easy it is to smile when she’s around.

I turn the taps and let the hot water cool while, I become acquainted with a part of Shae’s body I always wished I’d had the time to explore. Delectable as ever.

* * *

Shae

I know it’s the orgasms talking, but this is the motherfucking life.

I haven’t been back in Italy a full day, but I feel more relaxed than I have…hell, maybe ever. And that was before this man ran me a bath. Five years together, and I couldn’t even get Steve to boil some water for a cup of tea, but Salvatore filled the tub and sank inside with me to wash my back.

Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine this was how our reunion would go. I could almost forget how stressed I was, but every knot Salvatore massages from my back or shoulders reminds me of all the fear I’ve been carrying around with me for all this time.

“I was worried,” I whisper. My voice sounds as brittle as fine china.

Salvatore’s fingers are coaxing a tiny but very hard knot out of my left shoulder, but they stop at my words. “About returning? I know you didn’t come here to find me.”

I nod. “I thought…”