Salvatore

Parties are easily the worst part about having a rich family.

This thought crosses your mind as you force another smile onto your lips at one of your cousin Brandon's insufferable jokes, your bored eyes absentmindedly taking stock of the situation you find yourself in this evening.

Wine glasses clink delicately and garbled conversations flow around you as you stand in your cousins' comically large and ostentatious kitchen. Brandon's, who is still yammering on beside you, and his wife, Marcia's. They always had a flare for the more gaudy side of wealth; gold accents everywhere you look and a clash of reds, blues, purples, and greens on nearly every piece of furniture. Your eyes land on a pair of particularly horrible chairs in the attached dining room as you feel the fog of boredom in your mind growing heavier with each word out of Brandon's large, ugly mouth.

Until something in the room shifts suddenly. You tear your eyes away from those awful chairs and look to see what has caused the brief hush in conversation.

Not what. Who.

You recognize his silhouette immediately. Salvatore. Butterflies quickly leap into your stomach and a light flush rushes to your cheeks. You're suddenly very aware of the tight fabric of your dress stretched across your skin. Constricting. The 8 months since you last saw him are now forefront in your mind. Things had been at a fever pitch between you both, and then, without warning, your lives quickly diverged away from each other. It happened so fast that you can't even remember now what you had said to him at your last meeting.

That shit doesn't matter now, you chastise yourself internally. All that matters is he's here and the way he looks in that suit is not going unnoticed, clearly. The flush returns to your cheeks as you squirm slightly against your dress, your nipples brushing lightly against your lace bra. Your body isn't lying. Sal looks amazing. His Italian heritage shines through in his wavy brown, coppery locks that graze just below his ears, as well as in his deep, golden skin tone which always looks perfectly sun-kissed. His mom's Japanese roots come through in his face, though. Almond shaped eyes which, judging by his complexion, you would assume would be dark brown or black, but are actually a striking shade of hazel. Soft, full lips paired with a strong jaw usually dusted with a hint of stubble. Top it all off with a tall and toned physique and that was Sal.

You catch yourself biting at your lower lip as you take it all in, your hands absentmindedly toying with your necklace. Suddenly you realize that those hazel eyes you remembered so clearly have been making their own passes over your figure this whole time. Your breath catches slightly in your throat as your eyes meet and you see recognition lingering in them. Before you know it, your feet are carrying you across the kitchen to close the gap between you both. Sal's feet must have the same idea because he meets you halfway.

"Not the person I was expecting to saunter into this kitchen tonight, I'll give you that" you say with a teasing smirk on your lips.

Sal returns your teasing with a soft chuckle, "Honestly, not the kitchen I was expecting to be in. And I beg your pardon, but I don't saunter."

You stare back at him with an amused look and retort, "Sal, I've never witnessed you do anything besides saunter that hot little ass of yours around."

Your cheeks flush at the words "hot little ass" leaving your mouth before you can stop them. You see a mischievous glint in Sal's eyes as he leans down and brings his lips close to your ear, his warm breath fluttering over your already sensitive skin.

"I'd be happy to reacquaint you with this Hot. Little. Ass. Any time of your choosing, just say the word." He says in a low tone.

You glance around the room and are suddenly emboldened by being on home turf. Shifting your body closer to him so that he can hear you over the hum of conversation, you look up at him and reply coyly, "What better time than the present? I'm staying in the guest room here tonight so I don't have to make the long drive home in the dark."

The look of mild surprise in his face quickly turns to one of barely disguised lust as his eyes quickly flit down to the low neckline of your dress, resting briefly on your tits pushing against the tight fabric. His eyes find yours again and an impish smile touches his lips.

"You don't have to threaten me with a good time, you know that." He says as his eyes once again caress your body.

"You just got here, so find me there in an hour or so. Don't need to be looking too desperate for it ya know?" You say with a wink as you turn on your heel and walk out of the room, leaving Sal with the perfect view of your swaying hips.

You make your way upstairs to the guest room after another 45 excruciating minutes of forced smiles and conversation. All the while painfully aware of Sal's presence in the other room as he too socialized and charmed the party guests. But now social hour was over, it was time for the real party to begin.

You close the bedroom door behind you and breathe a sigh of relief in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Luckily your cousins' taste had some restraint when it came to spaces solely for guest use. The room was elegantly yet comfortably decorated and the en suite bathroom was similarly styled. The latter of which was calling your name to take full advantage of the massive marble shower situated just inside.

As you cross the bedroom, you begin shedding the few layers of clothing from your body. First is your dress which you unzip and let fall to the floor in a pile. You catch your reflection in the full length mirror to your left and look over yourself briefly.

Clad in matching black lace underwear and bra, the figure in front of you is clearly aroused. Made all the more obvious as you run your finger tips lightly over the hard points pressing against the unlined fabric of your bra. You repeat the motion a couple more times and feel the familiar sensation of heat pooling in your stomach; the slight rush of tingles to your clit.

You reach behind and undo the hooks, letting your breasts free of the garment. You pull the underwear off as well and tentatively insert your middle finger into your slit. Finding your clit easily you begin gently massaging yourself. Your other hand reaches up to your breast and your thumb lightly brushes over your taut nipple in rhythm with your other hand. You close your eyes against the building pleasure in your core and then they suddenly snap back open.

Pace yourself, girl. Sal's favorite part during sex was watching your face flushed and moaning his name as he fingered and licked your pussy.

You shake your head in an attempt to clear your brain of the haze of pleasure that had started to settle in. You make your way into the bathroom and turn on the shower, only having to wait a moment before the water is nice and hot. You step in and lose yourself for a moment in the blissful warmth of the steam and water.

You're brought back to earth by the almost imperceptible *click* of the bathroom door closing. You keep your eyes closed against the spraying water as a sly smile reaches your lips. Your back faces the door of the shower but you know as soon as it's opened by the slight gust of cool air against your legs. And if this all wasn't enough to alert you of Sal's presence behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your body back against his leaves no question.

A giggle escapes your lips as he brings his mouth to where your neck and shoulder meet, kissing along the length of your neck.

"Damn dude. One hour on the dot. Weren't you having the time of your life down at the party?" You tease, trying to focus on more than how Sal's hard cock feels rubbing against your ass right now.

Sal's low groan rumbles lightly against your neck as he continues to land kiss after kiss on your warm skin. "I was gonna crawl out of my skin *kiss* if I had to hear another *kiss* one of Brandon's shitty jokes."

You smile at the realization that you both truly do share the same brain cell on more than one occasion. This thought is cut short, though, by Sal suddenly switching his attention from your neck to your left ear lobe, playfully and gently nipping at it with his teeth. His hands have also found something to do, cupping your breasts in each, his thumbs slowly circle your tight nipples, causing the butterflies in your stomach to somersault. All of this is only heightened by his hard length still rubbing between your bodies.

Sal's right hand leaves your breast and begins trailing slowly down your stomach, stopping at the closely trimmed bunch of curls between your legs. The anticipation builds in you as his fingers lazily trace the lines where your thighs meet and create a "V" around the curls. A shiver of electricity runs down your spine and into your core, melting into hot pleasure. Sal doesn't miss this detail.

"What was that you said earlier about not looking too desperate for it?" He asks, low and soft against your ear. You can hear the smile on his lips. His middle finger is now poised at the top of your slit, pushing the tip in and out just enough to make your breath catch slightly. "God I love that sound you make though," he breathes in a husky whisper.

Your mind was so preoccupied by the teasing of his fingers that you didn't even notice the needy moans escaping your lips. You rock your hips back slightly, pushing your ass harder against his cock. A satisfied smirk curls the corner of your mouth as you hear his sharp intake of breath next to your ear.

"Ssshhhhit, you're gonna make me bust if you aren't careful with that," Sal growls through his teeth. As punishment, his once gentle fingers at the top of your slit now plunge deeply into your folds, settling on your tender clit as they begin their torturous massage.

Your back arches reflexively at the movement of his expert fingers, a breathy moan leaves your open mouth. Sal's free hand travels up to your throat where his long fingers nearly encircle it completely, applying just enough pressure to be noticeable. It was no secret between you both that you always got off harder with a bit of light choking. A smile flits across your lips as you briefly remember the first time you both found that out.

A new sensation brings your mind back to the present. Sal's lips are soft and warm as they brush feather-light against the tip of your shoulder. The softness soon morphs into bites and nips along your skin, sending waves of exquisite heat to pool in your stomach. You can feel the pressure boiling inside you with each stroke of Sal's fingers at your clit, each delicious bite at your skin. All the while your hips rock back rhythmically against his hard length. You can tell by his heavy breaths against your shoulder that it's driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly a low moan comes from Sal and he pulls his fingers out of your slit. In one swift motion, he turns your body around to face him, his hand grabs behind your left thigh and pulls your leg up to rest on his hip. Before you can think of some snarky one liner to tease him with, his hot mouth crushes against yours in a deep and rough kiss. The 8 long months you've been apart from each other burning away with every press of your lips against his.

Sal pulls his hand away from behind your thigh, lifting it to cup your breast in his palm as his thumb begins to lightly brush against your hard nipple. His other hand reaches around to rest on your round ass, squeezing roughly. Your left hand has snaked its way up to Sal's now dripping hair, grasping a thick handful. Your right hand rests on his lower back.

Slowly you begin sliding it down over the tight muscles of his ass, your finger tips lightly grazing the sensitive skin where the two halves split. You feel Sal's muscles clench involuntarily at your touch and you smile against his lips as another memory flashes in your mind. The first time you were able to convince Sal to let you try out some anal play on him will always be a particularly treasured moment. He was so sure that he wouldn't like it, yet by the time you had pushed in the second bead, he was a panting, moaning mess, practically begging for the release of his orgasm.

Your hand continues its journey down to its intended target, sliding easily between your dripping bodies to find Sal's now impossibly hard cock pressed against your soft mound of curls. You gently wrap your fingers around the head, your thumb mimicking the same motion as Sal's on your tight nipple. As you gently and slowly massage your thumb over his tip, you feel the slick texture of his precum lubricating the friction between your skin.

Sal groans softly against your mouth. You answer it with a playful bite to his bottom lip before breaking off your kiss for a moment to whisper lustfully in his ear, "Mr Salvatore, I'm going to need to hear a lot more than that out of you before we're through here." With several quick kisses along his jaw, you bring your eyes back to meet his. Once golden hazel, they're now so darkened by desire that they're almost black.

With a diabolical glint in his eyes, Sal shifts his hand from your ass to the back of your right thigh, pulling it over his other hip so that both of your legs are now wrapped around his waist, his large hands supporting your weight from underneath. You cross your arms behind his neck and land several more fiery kisses on his lips as he deftly opens the shower door and carries you the short distance to the long marble counter top lining the other wall.

Sal sits you down roughly on the edge of the pale pink counter top, your wet thighs and ass making a satisfying *plop* against the smooth surface. He grabs your face in both hands as his mouth meets yours in another deep kiss, this time with a taste of urgency in it. As his warm, wet tongue parts your lips, you become increasingly aware of the cool sensation of the marble underneath you.

As you spread your legs further apart to make room for Sal between them, your slit opens against the smooth, hard surface. The coolness of the marble meeting the smoldering heat of your sex draws a breathy sigh from your lips. Sal opens his eyes at the sound and pulls his face back from yours slightly to find the cause.

"Mmmm, a girl could get used to the feeling of marble against her wet cunt," you purr, heavy eyes looking up at Sal as you wiggle your hips coyly. He looks down at you and draws his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes flash hungrily.

"I had something else in mind to get those hips squirming," he says with a mischievous smirk. He tucks his hands behind your knees and pulls you forward in a sharp jerk so that you're now positioned on the very edge of the counter. He leans down to whisper lowly in your ear, "I'm gonna have that tight cunt so hot and wet you'll be moaning my name in no time."

Your breath catches for a second before you retort in an almost bratty tone, "is that a threat I'm sensing, Mr Salvatore?" Your eyes look up into his, challenging him. You know it turns him on when you use his full name during sex, even when he tries to act annoyed by it. The visible dilation of his black pupils looking down at you is all the proof you need.

"Call it a promise," he says with a smug smile. His hands, which until now had still been holding behind your knees, move to rest on your hips where they begin to slowly and sensuously rub up and down the sides of your torso, the curved arch of your back. You allow your head to roll back on your shoulders as you lean back, bracing your weight on your hands behind you. This shift in your body pushes your breasts forward, the tight, rosy peaks a mouthwatering display.

Sal wastes no time on his promise. His soft lips trail kisses first along your jaw and then down your throat until he reaches the valley between your breasts. He lands several soft kisses there and then moves his attention to your almost painfully erect nipples. He takes the hard peak of your right breast in his hot, wet mouth, sending a jolt down your spine. Your back arches higher in a quick thrust, causing your soft, jiggling tits to press against Sal's greedy mouth.

With several more swipes of his tongue, Sal begins once again trailing slow, hot kisses down your chest and along your stomach, bending his knees until he's kneeling in front of your wet opening. He positions your thighs to rest on his broad shoulders, holding them there with his hands. His mouth hovers briefly at your entrance, warm breath caressing sensitive skin. You lift your head to look down at him at the exact moment his open lips meet your body, pushing his wet tongue deep into your slit. Your head falls back against your shoulders as you draw in a deep breath through clenched teeth.

Fuck. You'd forgotten in those 8 months just how good Sal's mouth felt inside you. The slow, intentional motions of his tongue, his soft lips pulling and sucking gently at your tender clit. Your heavy eyelids close against the hot waves of pleasure radiating through you, the pressure building toward your release.

Sal's right hand releases its grip on your thigh and you feel a sudden presence at the slick entrance of your cunt. A low moan passes your lips as his long, slender middle finger pushes deep inside your tight walls. After several strokes, his index finger joins in the motion, further stretching you open.

Your hand finds its way up to your breast as your fingers begin pinching and teasing the taut, rosy bud. You look down at Sal's face between your thighs, lustful eyes burning into yours, his mouth buried in your soft mound of curls. You hold his gaze as you bring the tip of your long finger to your mouth, licking it erotically and then pulling it away, a string of saliva stretching briefly between them before breaking. You bring your hand back to your waiting nipple, his eyes flash hungrily as he watches your wet fingertip circle lazily around the hard peak.

The strokes of his tongue against you become more intense. He can feel by the rhythmic clenching of your walls against his fingers that you're almost at the tipping point of your orgasm. Your breathing becomes quick and shallow as his fingers thrust in and out of you at an urgent pace. The pressure in you builds and builds with each stroke until you feel ready to pop.

"S-Sal," you whimper, "I'm gonna- oooh fuck I'm gonna come."

Sal's mouth curls into a satisfied smile in response to his name on your lips, the rumble of his low chuckle thrumming against your clit. This sends you completely over, wave after wave of electricity boils out of your core, rippling over every nerve in your body. Your back arches painfully and muscles contract tightly as you feel the warm surge of your orgasm release, coating Sal's still thrusting fingers.

Your heavy eyelids flutter open after a moment, your muscles twitching slightly after your powerful climax. Sliding your legs off of Sal's shoulders, you look down to see that at some point he had moved his other hand to begin slowly stroking himself. He shifts back onto his feet and brings his lips to your still panting mouth. You find his unoccupied hand, feeling the warm wetness of your orgasm on his fingers. You break off the kiss and bring his hand to your lips, looking up into his eyes as you draw the two fingers into your mouth.

"Fucking hell," he breathes out, his hazel eyes closing as his head falls back against his shoulders. You continue licking and sucking his long fingers, savoring your earthy, feminine taste on them. You look back down at his other hand pumping along his hard shaft, the muscles in his forearm clenching with restraint so as not to send himself over the edge.

That privilege will be all yours, you muse with a sly smile.

You pull Sal's fingers out of your mouth and shift forward to slide off the counter top. Grabbing his hips, you turn his body and push him back so that his ass is leaning against the counter's edge. You wrap your arms behind his narrow waist, pressing yourself along his tall frame.

Moving your mouth first along his strong jawline, the short, bristly stubble tickling your soft lips. As you move down his neck, you feel his Adam's apple swallow hard in response to your touch. You bring your hands from behind his back to lay against his chest, rubbing your fingers lightly over the soft curls of his chest hair. Your mouth travels from his throat along the ridge of his collar bone as your thumbs gently brush against the tight points of his nipples.

"Oh my god," Sal groans, burying his face in your hair. "You're driving me fucking crazy here."

You smile against his skin, running your tongue along his collar bone and down his chest. Slowly bending your knees, you trail quick kisses over the plane of his lean stomach until your lips come to the base of his cock. He moves his hands to grip the edge of the counter in anticipation as you begin sliding your wet tongue along his shaft, first on one side, then the other. You grasp him in your hand to reach the underside of his length, massaging your thumb over his tip.

Sal's breathing is heavy as you move your lips to the head of his erection, slowly taking him deep into your hot mouth. He lets out a low moan as his hips buck forward in response. You take him in as far as you can, choking slightly as his tip hits the back of your throat. The sound of you gagging against the size of his cock always turned him on like crazy.

Suddenly you feel another surge of heat pool in your stomach, sending a flurry of tingles to your still tender clit as another orgasm builds inside you. You slip your fingers inside your wet folds to find the sensitive bud at the center, massaging in small fast circles. Your other arm lifts to cradle your breasts, pushing them up against Sal's thighs.

Your needy moans tremble in your throat as Sal's hips respond with more urgent thrusts into your mouth. You look up at his face to find his eyes fixated on you, his open mouth drawing in heavy breaths as he watches you finger your cunt.

"Fuck, baby," he pants, "Let me know where you want it."

You pull his cock out of your mouth with a *pop* and smirk impishly up at him. Lifting yourself back to your feet, you wrap your arms around his neck and plant a teasing kiss on his mouth.

You bring your lips to Sal's ear and whisper breathlessly, "I'd rather fuck you till you beg for it." His eyes dart around the room searching for a more comfortable surface, settling on a large settee along the far wall of the bathroom. Because of course Brandon and Marcia have a couch in their guest bathroom.

In this moment, though, you're grateful for their questionable taste in decor. Sal grabs your hand and pulls you quickly behind him.

As you come to the couch, Sal hesitates a moment, waiting for you to lay down. You look at him and shake your head.

"No no, I said *I* wanna fuck *you*. So sit your ass down," you chastise as you push your hands against his chest, causing him to fall back onto the couch. His eyes watch you hungrily, expectantly. You straddle his hips and slowly grind your wet slit along his length several times as you kiss him deeply.

Suddenly the growing pressure within you is too much, you need him inside of you. Breaking off the kiss, you position your opening at the head of his now throbbing cock. Looking steadily into his eyes, you slowly lower yourself onto him, taking him in fully.

"Fffffuck.." Sal groans as his eyes close and his head rolls back onto the couch. Your own soft moan passes your lips as you lean back slightly, bracing your hands against his thighs. Your hips begin grinding into his, sending delicious waves of pleasure through your core as his cock pushes into you again and again, filling you completely.

Sal shifts forward, wrapping his arms around your waist as he buries his face between your soft breasts, his heavy breaths hot against your skin. You raise one hand up to tangle your fingers in his thick damp hair as your hips begin to move more frantically.

"H-holy shit, Sal, I'm gonna come again," you whisper breathlessly as the familiar feeling once again boils inside of you. You're only a few more thrusts away from being sent completely over.

Suddenly Sal's arms tighten around your waist, shifting your bodies so that he is pinning you to the couch. Both of his hands on either side of your head, bracing himself above you. He thrusts powerfully into you, no more coy flirtation in his movements. His body desperately needs its release, as does yours.

With each surge into you, his breathing becomes heavier, almost a growl rumbling within his chest. At last, with one final thrust, his muscles tense and you feel his hot release inside of you, the sensation sending your own orgasm over the edge as your walls squeeze tightly around his twitching cock.

Slowly, he pulls out of you and you shift to your side as he lays behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you. Your fingers lazily trace along his forearms as you both drift off into a deep, satisfied sleep.