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“You were naked, not me,” he says, his fingers gripping little tighter, “I can’t help what I do I if I see you naked.” My back arches, and my eyes flutter closed as he thrusts into me. One hard move, and he’s all the way in. So deep my body shudders involuntarily around the intrusion. I will never get used to the fact he’s so big, my pussy can hardly take it all.
This angle, oh my God, it feels as if he is deeper than my body will allow. He waits, just until I am used to the fullness and then he becomes merciless in the way he takes his pleasure from me. He fucks me so I can barely stay upright, my knees are jelly, and I don’t think I can take another orgasm. Each time I come, he just keeps going, he ploughs through them chasing his own.
“Sal,” I scream his name, not caring who might hear us, and as he rips the orgasm from me, he grunts and moans holding himself deep inside me. Filling me up, and only then does he slowly lose his grip on my hips and let me lower myself back down to stand flat on my feet. “Fuck,” I say still trying to breathe.
“I will fuck you anytime.” He kisses me, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me. “I think the whole boat knows what we were doing the way you just screamed,” he smirks. I think he likes that idea. It’s going to make dinner very awkward for me, I am already blushing and internally dying just thinking about it. “I love you,” he says, it’s almost inaudible but he says it. I know it, but it’s different when I hear it roll off his tongue.
“I love you, Sal.”
He washes me under the warm water with soap and soft touches. I don’t know if it’s the next round of foreplay, but he makes everything seem sexy to me.
When we are both clean, he says, “Let’s go make everyone at dinner jealous.” A naughty look flashes across his face, and I know he is up to no good. I can’t imagine facing them all now after they heard us — there is no way they didn’t hear! “Do not put anything on under your dress.” He smacks my ass when he passes me going back into the cabin.No good.
“What if I flash someone, my dress is short as hell,” I ask, knowing he’d be jealous and may murder someone if they happened to look up my dress. He frowns and comes closer to me.
“You better not flash anyone but me.” He grabs me, and it’s possessive, and fucking hot. “I love it, so it’s mine.” Now who is trying to kill whom? My heart just about explodes out of my chest, and I have to mentally calm down before I can respond at all.
“I could just wear knickers,” I sass at him.
“Don’t you fucking dare, I plan on pulling you into a supply closet or something before dinner is over, and I do not need anything in my way.”
I like the idea just enough to leave my underwear laid out on the bed and pull the silk slip dress on over my head without a stitch of anything beneath it.
“Happy?” I ask when I catch him watching me get dressed in the mirror.
“I’d be happier if I could keep you in here and skip dinner. Dessert looks very good tonight,” he says, buttoning up his crisp white shirt. How can he be even hotter with clothes on than he is naked?
“You have to eat dinner to get dessert,” I respond playfully, putting in a pair of pearl earrings our host gifted me when we arrived. “Only good boys get dessert.”
“What do bad boys get?” he asks me.
“Whatever they want usually.”
I kiss his cheek, knowing we have to make an appearance at dinner before we get carried away again.
“You are evil, Lucia,” he says, taking my hand.
“Only for you,” I say which makes him smile like the cat that got the cream.
***
Podstrana is gorgeous, the picturesque views and historical buildings makes it seem as if we are on permanent vacation. Good weather, no storms to scare the fuck out of me and Raul, it is bliss. Sal is more relaxed again now we are alone, well living alone, it is still a city with bustling streets and people all around us, but we keep to ourselves.
Sal is working hard to rebuild the island house, to build a new one, a better one where we won’t be afraid of storms. He has this plan for us to be self-sufficient, and it keeps him busy most of the time. He still works with Valentin and the Russians, but as far as The Kings know he is a ghost again. My father’s death made news all over Europe when his boat was reported sunk, and they blamed the storm. Some blame the Russians, saying it was sabotage, but the news on TV said he sailed into a hurricane.
There are some days when guilt eats at me, knowing I shot him. That I killed my own family without even thinking — then I look at Raul as he takes his first steps and I do not care. His precious tiny life is worth far more than a bitter twisted old man who never loved anything but power and money.
“Lucia.” I smile when he calls my name, there’s a comfort in knowing he is home at the end of the day.
“Outside,” I call back, Raul is playing on the deck with his favorite push toy, and I am enjoying the afternoon sun and a glass of cold pressed juice and some snacks I chose at the farmers market this morning. Raul’s face lights up when Sal comes out, and he races over to climb up his legs.
“Papa.” His words are the highlight of the day, he just loves it when Sal gets home.
“Hello, my boy,” he comes over to where I am on the lounger, bends down and kisses me, “and my girl.”
“How was your day?” I ask him. I care how he is, I want him to share it all with me.
“It’s better now I’m home with you two,” he says sitting down beside me, Raul on his lap. “And you two? What did you get up to?”
