THE ALARM WAKES ME up at 6am alone on a cold bed. I look around the room and Salvatore is nowhere to be seen in the room.
When I hear the soft patter of the shower, I know that it is him. I roll out of bed and stand before the mirror.
My braids have since escaped from the bun I put them in last night. As I secure my braids into a low bun, an idea comes to mind. I debate it for a moment but decide to do it anyway.
I grab my phone from the nightstand, and send a quick text to Jasmine saying, “Hey, I won’t be able to come in to work today. My grandmother is severely ill and I have since travelled to see her. I will work the double tomorrow if need be but please explain this to Simone. Thank you.
Carina xx.”
I feel bad about lying but grandma has disappeared from the face of the earth as is. My guess is that she was and still is working with dad and Caterina through all of this. She must know that I know now and that is the reason she left me to rot. She does not deserve my sympathy.
Moments later, I receive a text back saying, “So sorry to hear that. You can take both today and tomorrow off. I'll deal with Simone.”
With that, I turn off my phone and head towards the bathroom; excited that I get to spend the rest of today and tomorrow with Salvatore.
When I reach the bathroom door, I discover that it is not locked. I smile as I open the door so soft and slow that Salvatore does not notice me.
He has his back turned and his hands in his dark hair as water rains down on him. The bottom of the showers glass is blurred. It entices me to enter the shower as I picture what lies ahead.
I lock the door behind me and that is when he turns back. I want to say something. Anything. But all the words disappear. More so when his dark eyes pierce into mine.
His lips curl into a small smile. “Good morning, princess.”
“Morning,” I respond through smiling lips and hot cheeks which become hotter when he lets out his next words.
“Come shower with me?” He invites me. In response, I take off the shirt I have on and put it over one of the hooks on the white wall.
I feel all the heat rush to me as he takes my body in with his eyes; the hint of a smile on his lips.
“Carina. Ancora più bella di quanto suggerisca il tuo nome.” He butters me up in Italian. I do not understand it all but from the word ‘bella’ I know that it is a compliment.
It makes me blush even more as I head for the shower. I pull the door frame of the spacious shower and close it once I am in.
He pulls me closer to him before the shower rains on me too. I should have worn a shower cap but when he cups my butt and lifts me into his arms I know it is too late.
My legs wraps around him before our lips meet in a slow soft smother of kisses. It builds from there as I caress his sleek wet hair and as our tongues tangle together.
His hard dick pokes me. It is then that he pulls himself from me. Out of breath, we stare into each others eyes; lost in ourselves and the moment.
“Do you want to do this?” He asks me.
I swallow hard as I look at him and respond. “I want this. I want you; all of you.”
That is all it takes as he steadies me over the wall. Then he lowers me onto his hard dick. It stretches me out before I clench the walls of my pussy around him.
He takes a deep breath; his hands on either side of my hips as he moves me up and down his dick.
“Aah Aah.” I scream out moans that not even the shower can drown out. He drives deeper and deeper into me. I hold onto him; my legs secured around him. He explores all of me and reaches the very end of me.
I come undone at the feel of his cock as far back as my cervix. It sends tremors and bursts of pleasure all over me as I scream and scratch his back.
“Harder!” I whimper as the warm water pours over us. It adds to the flavour of it all as the passion mounts.
Somewhere between the touch of his lips on mine and the strokes of his dick in me, he carries me back to the bedroom.
He places me onto the bed; my legs pulled apart for him. His eyes sweep over me, lingering on my sensitive spot, as he comments. “So wet for me.”
I grow hot all over, set ablaze by his words, his lingering stare and most especially his longing touch as he settles between me.
He rubs his hard dick up and down against the wet fold of my clit. Then, he shoves his dick into me once more, filling me up.
He thrusts deeper, and deeper, harder and harder, the pressure mounting with every stroke. I feel myself getting closer, and I know he is close too.
I can tell from how his strokes become slower but harder, and how he holds me down, his breath over my ears whispering,“I love you... you're so beautiful... you belong to me...”
I fall for it all and more as I let myself cum for him, screaming, arching, yield to him; my one and only.
My pussy squeezes his dick tighter and tighter as he lets out moan after moan. In no time, he shoots his cum into me, spending the last of his high in me.
Then, slowly, he pulls out of me, looking down. We both look down as his cum slides out of me.
I prepare myself for him to react like the last time but he does not.
Instead, he looks me in the eyes, and apologizes. “I’m sorry, I got carried away and forgot to use a condom. It won’t happen again.”
“What if I want it to happen again and again...?” I sit up; so close to him that I feel his hot erratic breath fanning my face.
I capture his lips into mine, before I turn us over so that I am on top of him now. I kiss his lips some more then I move down to his neck, kissing, biting, sucking and licking.
My tongue goes over his chest, then his abs, going lower and lower. My eyes never leave his, more so as I take his already hardening dick into my mouth.
It grows harder and harder as I suck on it, taking it to the back of my throat, as he lets out a moan.
The sound in itself drives me wild as I take him deeper and deeper down my throat, gagging and choking on his dick.
I pull back, bobbing my head up and down his dick, tasting the salty flavour of his cum.
“Yes, babygirl.” He moans. “Take it like that. You do it so damn good.”
I continue like that, drawing moan after moan from him until I pull back; his dick still as hard as rock.
I climb on top of him; lowering myself onto his dick. I pull myself into a squatting position and hold him down with my hands on his chest; riding him like that.
His hands rest on either side of my hips, guiding my movements as I bounce on his dick faster and faster.
“Aah aah!” I moan, throwing my head all the way back, going harder and harder until I get a release. It hits me even harder than the last, as I ride harder and harder. His fingers dig into my side as he lets out a loud moan and shoots his cum into me.
I collapse on top of him beyond tired and sweaty. I do not even bother to wipe my sweat as I feel my eyes slowly drifting.
Salvatore kisses my forehead as he rubs circles over my back in one hand and runs his fingers through my braids in the other.
It all feels so great. I surrender willingly to my heavy eyelids which pull me into the dark abyss that is sleep.
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THE ROOM IS DARK when I wake up once more. I am alone too. For a moment I wonder where I am. Then the memories come back to me. How he fucked me over the wall as water cascaded over us. How he fucked me here on the bed for a second time.
When I look to the digital clock on the nightstand, I am shocked to discover that it is 6pm. How did I sleep for that long? And since morning? My stomach rumbles at the realization of it all.
I come out of bed and turn on the light. Then I head on over to the bathroom. I discover a spare toothbrush in one of the cabinets and put it to use. As I brush up, I take in my appearance in the mirror.
My braids look at least a 100 years old and the fact that I got them wet does not help. I contemplate on whether or not I should undo them. Ultimately, I decide to undo my braids there and then.
It takes me no more than 30 minutes, given that the parts where reasonably big. I throw the hair extensions in the little trash bin, hoping he won’t mind.
Then, I quickly hop into the shower, letting the warm water flow over me when I switch it on. It eases up my muscles, and alleviates the soreness between my legs.
I shampoo my curly hair, thoroughly washing it before rinsing it and putting it up in a bun. I then focus on my body, taking note of all the hickies on me. I gently go over them, letting the warm water pour over them.
Quickly, I scrub my body, before letting the water wash away all the soap. I get out the shower and put on a nice comfy oversized robe.
I let my curly hair out of the bun, letting it cascade down to my shoulders. I pat it with a towel before I let it air dry.
I then head out the bathroom, and into the bedroom. My stomach grumbles once more, before I decide to make my way out of the room.
Upon opening the door, I am met with the delicious aroma of food. It leads me downstairs and into the kitchen. I expect to see a maid or something. Yet, to my surprise, I see Salvatore.
He has his back turned away from me as he steers something saucy on a pan. I watch him for a few moments before he eventually turns around, sensing me.
“You’re finally up!” he says rather excitedly, pulling out a chair for me. “Take a seat, princess.”
I take a seat before he goes back to steering and mixing things. He does it rather gracefully, and I cannot help but ask the obvious, “You can cook?”
“You'll be the judge of that.”
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