Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
SALVATORE
I ’m not sure what is happening, but this is different. She is nothing I have experienced before and I’m in no hurry to leave.
Her innocence is a powerful drug that I am already addicted to and as I dance in the waterfall of her ruin, it brings with it a euphoria I wasn’t expecting.
I’m inside perfection and no amount of money can feed this addiction.
Our limbs tangle and our skin glides together like the softest silk, sweat binding us as one and the shared euphoria tying our souls together. I am used to willing women in my bed, but they have been around the block several times already. Knowing I am the first to experience this delight causes a strangely protective streak to flare inside me.
It drives me insane as I fight to control the beast within me, but as her walls clench around my cock and squeeze it in her delicious hold, I lose my fucking mind.
Her small moans gain in volume as she climbs that mountain and I’m aware that one press on her clit will push her over the edge. Knowing I’m in unclaimed territory gives me a rush of power I wasn’t expecting, and I am so close to losing my shit.
Too many thoughts collide with the physicality of my situation and with a howl of despair I press her clit and as she explodes under me, my cock releases into the condom with a ferocity that is unusual. My own release is hard and fast, almost endless as she comes apart under me. I hold her tightly as I ride the wave, loving how my entire body releases as if it’s been waiting for this moment for an eternity. This is the power of sex that I never really appreciated before and, like most drugs, I already know that one time will never be enough.
Her scream of pleasure hits me hard in my jaded heart and I hold on to her tightly as she shivers against me, our skin slick with sweat and dripping with thick, sticky heat. My cum may be contained in a plastic prison, but her innocence is dripping down her thighs, binding us together in a surprising way.
I hold her almost tenderly, so grateful for the gift she has bestowed on me, and as her shivering body comes back to earth with a thump, I am almost disappointed that the night will end. She will walk away richer in both money and experience and there is a dull ache in my heart picturing that moment.
I tighten my hold, desperate to preserve this moment, and as her breathing slows and her body relaxes, my cock slides from her center with a reluctance that doesn’t escape me. I pull back and stare into her flushed face and love the small smile painting her lips and impulsively suck her lower lip into my mouth and groan at the taste of intoxication.
Her hands tentatively brush against my chest and her small moan of longing lights my spirit and as she kisses me back, it’s with a softness that doesn’t escape me. I deepen the kiss and she moans softly as I treat her with the reverence she deserves. This simple act alone is alien to me. I don’t kiss women like a fucking lover. I pull out and instruct them to leave with a fistful of dollars and a satisfied smile on their face.
I don’t want her to leave. I won’t let her leave and I tighten my hold, my eyes flashing as I whisper, “Thank you.”
Her eyes shine as she replies, “No. Thank you.”
Our smiles collide and she says shyly, “I’m Ashley, by the way.”
It makes my smile wider, and I smirk, “Salvatore. I’m pleased to meet you, Ashley.”
“Same.”
Mischief dances across her eyes and she appears at peace with what just happened and I stroke her beautiful face and whisper, “Spend the night with me; give me tomorrow too.”
The delight in her expression answers me way more effectively than any words and she nods, her eyes bright with happiness.
“Okay.”
I say nothing and just openly stare at a woman I certainly never expected to walk into my life, but now she’s here, I doubt I will ever let her go.