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“And security?”
“Posted outside the dining room. They won’t be disturbing us.”
I moan as he pushes my long skirt up and caresses the inside of my thighs. He’s an impatient man in this moment, his hard-on large and visible in the crotch of his dress pants. I help free him. My hands work quickly, undoing his belt and tugging down his zipper.
He buries his face into my neck and kisses me all over as he thrusts into me.
A shudder works its way through my body. My pussy tingles, stretching to accommodate the full length and girth of him. I wrap my arms around his back and brace myself for the wild, passionate ride I’m about to be taken on.
Salvatore delivers with a throaty grunt. He works his hips and drives his dick in and out of me. The pace we develop is fast and fluid. A push, then pull, then push again.
I grab his face with both hands and bring his lips to mine. He pumps into me. The table wobbles and the last of the dinnerware that survived on top of it all this time, falls away and smashes into a dozen different pieces.
Neither of us care.
We’re panting, grunting, rutting into each other like nothing else matters.
Not even who may or may not overhear.
And theyhave tooverhear. There’s no way our security tonight and the restaurant chef and server don’t hear us.
My orgasm runs through my body like a hot electric current. It sparks in my spine as a warning and then tingles in my pussy.
Salvatore hits the right spot, knowing my body as well as I do, his strokes deep. His girth so thick, so filling, as it brushes up against my sensitive walls, I lose it.
I can’t even scream. My lungs refuse to cooperate, so I’m left gasping out my pleasure. It erupts inside me in a crackling burst of electricity. I clutch onto him, my arms tight around his wide, muscled back, and I hold on as he keeps fucking me.
His grunts, his rough touches, his deep strokes, don’t stop.
He pushes me back ’til I’m laying flush on top of the table like a delicacy that’s been served and about to be devoured.
I can only peer up hazily at him, aware of how I must look—I’ve sweated out some of my silk press, my curls gradually returning at the root, and my dark wine lipstick gone. All over him instead.
My crop top has been pushed down to expose my bare breasts. Breasts he gropes and squeezes as he draws his hips back and then pumps harder into me.
He’s a sexy, masculine work of art that I’ll never stop desiring. As spent and delirious as I am, looking up at him as he fucks me, makes me come undone again.
His bulging muscles are distinct even from under his now-damp-with-sweat white dress shirt. Veins protrude from different parts of his body, like his forearms and neck, as he fucks into me. The thick veins on his cock that I spy as he withdraws all the way and then sinks back inside me. I want nothing more than to run my tongue over every inch.
I come a second time as Salvatore finally lets go. He rumbles out his loudest, rawest growl yet and then finishes inside my pussy.
His dick’s still twitching inside me as he leans over and captures my lips. We pant for air and nuzzle each other, taking our time to recover. I almost don’t want to get up, despite us being collapsed on top of a dinner table at Grimaldi’s.
Salvatore presses his forehead against mine and I can sense the grin that’s tempting him.
“You are so fucking irresistible,” he says in another heave for air. “I can’t fucking stand it, Phi.”
I caress his bearded chin. “The feeling’s more than mutual. Take me home.”
He’s more than happy to oblige. He stands up straight and yanks me upward by the hand. It’s as we’re righting our clothes that we take a look around at the destruction we’ve caused.
Our plates of food are splattered on the floor. Shards of broken glass and bent cutlery are sprinkled throughout. The white wine we’d once been drinking, seeps into the lush carpet.
Salvatore laughs at my shocked expression. “Don’t worry about it. Grimaldi’s is earning a hefty salary for tonight. More than enough to replace a few broken plates.”
“We owe the server a very big tip. The poor guy is probably traumatized.”
“Or jealous he doesn’t have a woman as sexy as you to fuck like this.” Salvatore helps me step away from the table, picking up my clutch purse that’s fallen amid the chaos.
