I Love You, Salvatore

by Marita A. Hansen

  “Fuck him!”

  I jolted at the venom in his voice.

  His expression softened a second later. He took a hold of my face again. “I’m sorry for shouting,” he said, resting his forehead against mine. “I just love you so much. I want to marry you, and give you babies, and wake up to your sweet face every day of my life. I can’t bear to be without you, and I hate having to pretend to my parents. You’re wonderful, and I want everyone to know that.”

  A tear rolled down my cheek, his words making me so happy.

  He pulled back. “Why are you crying?”

  “You think I’m wonderful?”

  He nodded. “You’re my anima.”

  “You’re my soul, too.” More tears rolled down my face. “You’re my everything.”

  He ran his fingers over my cheeks, wiping away my tears. His eyes were shiny, making it look like he was holding back his own tears. It moved me and made me love him even more, if that was even possible, because I’d never loved anyone more than Salvatore. Not my mother or my brother—no one. I would die for this man. I wanted to give him all of me. Right then and there I decided I would, especially since I wanted all of him.

  “Make love to me,” I said.

  His eyes widened. “Do you truly mean it?”

  “I do. I want all of you, even if it’s just for tonight.”

  “I’m not leaving you.”

  “Then make love to me now, tomorrow, the next day, and forever.”

  He looked stunned. I moved my hand to his crotch and cupped it, making his eyelids drop to half-mast. He groaned as I started rubbing his cock through his pants. With my other hand, I flicked open the button and unzipped him, pushing my hand down his underwear. His eyes shot wide open as I pulled out his hard cock. He stared back at me, looking as though he didn’t know what to do, then all of a sudden he lunged at me, his mouth latching onto mine. He started frantically trying to get my panties off. A few seconds later, he pulled away from the kiss. “What the hell are you wearing?” he asked, pushing up my dress. A large grin spread across his face. “Your panties look like something a nonna would wear. What do the British call them? Granny knickers?”

  I smacked his arm. “Salvatore!”

  “Doesn’t matter, they’re coming off.” He yanked them down, his smile widening. “Looks like you told the truth.”

  “About what?”

  “The carpet does match the drapes.” He lowered his mouth to my pussy. Looking up at me, he flicked his tongue over my folds, making it hard for me to breathe. “Ti amo,” he murmured.

  “I love you, too.”

  He smiled, then focused fully on my pussy, burying his face into it. I cried out at what he was doing. His mouth and tongue ... Oh, Dio … he was doing shocking things to my pussy, even using his teeth. He often said he wanted to eat my figa, I just never knew it could feel so good. He started teasing my clit, making my cries go higher and higher, then he gripped onto my ass and pushed his face into me hard, doing things I couldn’t describe. All thought vanished, ecstasy now taking over my mind. I grabbed onto his head and held him to me, feeling the pressure inside of my body building up rapidly. A second later, I cried out, pure pleasure racing through me.

  After I’d finished climaxing, I let go of his head, my heart still beating at an abnormal rate.

  “Accidenti!” he said, making me look at him. He was grinning from ear to ear. “My nose took your virginity.”

  I burst out laughing. “It’s not big enough.”

  His eyes flicked down to his cock. “But this is and I’d much rather fuck you with it than my nose.”

  My smile dropped, making his drop too.

  “Have you changed your mind?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  His smile returned. He moved up over me, resting a hand on the driver’s seat. His other hand lowered down my body, settling on my pussy. I gasped as he pushed a finger inside of me.

  “Your figa is so tight,” he said, staring into my eyes.

  I stared back, unable to look away even if I wanted to. I could see myself reflected in his eyes, my man capturing me within his gaze.

  He started moving his finger in and out of me. “So wet,” he mumbled. Another finger joined the first one, making me gasp again. He began scissoring them, stretching me.

  “Is that okay?” he asked.

  I swallowed and nodded. He brushed his thumb over my clit, making me jolt.

  “You like that?” He smiled, his expression telling me he already knew the answer. When I didn’t reply, he continued, “You ready for my cock?”

  I nodded, what we were about to do scaring me. No. It terrified me, but I wasn’t going to let my fear stop me from having all of him.

  He placed the head of his cock at my entrance, then went still, his face dropping. He swore and pulled away from me.

  I pushed up. “What’s wrong?”

  “I forgot a condom,” he said, looking upset. “I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

  “Then do it without a condom.”

  “I can’t, I’ll get you pregnant.”

  “I know.”

  He frowned. “You want my baby?”

  “I want all of you, and if that means I could get pregnant, then I’m willing to risk it.”

  “I don’t think you fully understand the consequences. It’s not just about having my baby; it’s about how our famiglie and other people will react to it. You’ll be treated badly. I can’t allow that to happen.”

  I reached out and grabbed his cock, making him inhale sharply. I’d sucked on it before, and loved doing it, but I wanted more right now.

  Needed more.

  “I’m willing to deal with the consequences,” I said.

  “It’s not just you—” He inhaled again as I ran my hand up and down his cock.

  “Make love to me.”

  “I …oh, Dio...” He tipped his head back as I continued rubbing him. He looked so erotic. His brown hair was messed up, his shirt half-unbuttoned and ruffled, and his big, hard cock was jutting out of his pants. I pulled on it, forcing him to move towards me. He placed his hands on either side of my head, resting them on the door behind me. He looked cramped, the back seat not big enough for his six-foot-four frame, but he didn’t appear to be concerned about it, his eyes only on me.

  “Our famiglie will go crazy,” he said, appearing conflicted.

  “When have you ever allowed them to stop us from doing what we want?” I parted my legs for him, angling his cock to my opening. I rubbed its head against my pussy, making his eyes close. “And if I get pregnant, will you leave me?”

  “Never!” Opening his eyes, he grabbed his cock and pushed inside of me, making me gasp. His girth was wide, stretching me to the point of pain. Still, I didn’t want him to stop, so I grabbed his head and pulled his face down to my shoulder so he didn’t realize he was hurting me.

  He thrust in further, sending more pain through me. Salvatore groaned, feeling pleasure while I felt the opposite. But I’d started this, and I wasn’t going to be the one who stopped it.

  I angled my pelvis and pushed up more, causing me to cry out, his cock penetrating my pussy completely. Again, it was painful, but I knew it would get better, the article I’d read about sex reassuring me. I’d found it in one of my brother’s Playboys while cleaning his room.

  All thought disappeared as Salvatore started thrusting inside of me. He planted his lips against mine, kissing the hell out of them. I concentrated on that, and oh ... it still hurt below, but again, I didn’t want to stop.

  A thud made me jolt.

  “Sorry,” he muttered against my lips. “The car’s too small, it’s cramping my legs.”

  I looked down the line of his body, seeing his long legs squashed in the small space. “Do you want me to ride you?”

  He pulled away from my mouth. “You know about riding cock?”

  I blushed. “I read about it in one of my brother’s Playboys.”

  His e
yes widened. “You read porn?”

  “Just a teensy bit,” I giggled. “I was curious.”

  He laughed. “You always surprise me.” He pulled out of me and sat down on the seat, removing his pants and underwear completely. He then started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, making me stare, eager to see his scrummy abs. He stopped as he got to the last button. “What?”

  “Continue,” I said, not taking my eyes off his stomach, loving what I was seeing.

  Letting out a little laugh, he slipped off his shirt. He was now completely naked. He took hold of my dress and pulled it over my head, then dragged me onto his lap, his deft fingers unhooking my bra within seconds. He’d had a lot of practice, since everything above my waist had been explored since we were eighteen.

  His eyes went to my breasts as he slipped my bra completely off. Biting his bottom lip, he cupped them, then bent his head forward, latching onto my left one with his mouth. Groaning, I placed a hand on his head, pushing him hard against my breast.

  He forced his head back. “You’re trying to suffocate me again,” he laughed.

  I grinned down at him. “Not my fault you’re so good with your mouth.”

  He ran his tongue over his top lip. “And my tongue.” He winked.

  “Definitely your tongue.” I pushed up and grabbed his cock, making him inhale sharply. “This too.” I slowly lowered down on it, impaling myself. To my relief it didn’t hurt, if anything, it felt really good.

  As I sat down on him, he laid his head against the leather seat, his face so perfect and sexy. Right then and there, I knew I had to be the most beautiful woman in the world to be with him.

  He placed his hands on my ass, moving me against him. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing heavy, and those eyes of his … always those eyes.

  “I love you, Salvatore,” I said, leaning down to steal a kiss.

  “I love you more,” he breathed against my lips.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, knowing I could never regret this.

  Shattered Innocence

  I thought I knew everything about Salvatore

  He was the man of my dreams

  My perfect prince

  Someone who could do no wrong

  On the drive back home, we chatted with absolutely no awkwardness between us. I guessed it was because we’d known each other for so long. We were friends before lovers, and basically knew everything about one another.

  As we headed around the mountain range, Salvatore glanced at me, a smile playing on his lips. “Do you know what I’m imagining right now?”

  “What?”

  “You rubbing your figa while reading Playboy.”

  I smacked his arm. “Salvatore!”

  He flicked his tongue out at me suggestively.

  I shook my head at him. “I’m regretting telling you about that.”

  “Don’t regret anything with me.”

  I smiled at him. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

  “Ah, you’re so sappy.”

  I laughed, giving him another smack. “You are too. And you’re lucky I read that magazine, otherwise I might have stopped after you penetrated me.”

  His smile dropped. “Why?”

  “It hurt.”

  Concern crossed his face. “You should’ve told me. I would’ve stopped.”

  “That’s why I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want you to stop. The article said it could hurt at first, but can also feel wonderful after a vagina becomes accustomed to a penis.”

  “You make it sound clinical.”

  “It definitely wasn’t clinical.” I ran my hand over his crotch. “Especially when I came against your thick cock.”

  He grinned. “Sì, it’s very thick—and long.”

  I laughed. “Like you, Stretch.”

  “Don’t call me Stretch, Shorty.”

  “Ha!”

  His grin dropped, a more serious expression coming over his face. “So, you truly liked what I did?”

  “Oh yeah, very much. The article said it would be more awkward, but it wasn’t. You were wonderful.”

  “You were wonderful too, much better than…” He stopped talking, his face dropping.

  I went still, knowing he’d almost said a woman’s name, his expression guilty as sin. “Much better than who?” I said, feeling my stomach turn.

  “Um … masturbating.”

  “You’re lying. You slept with someone else, didn’t you?”

  He gripped the wheel and stared straight ahead, his eyes on the dusty road.

  “Salvatore! Tell me!”

  “I can’t.”

  “You will or you can pull over right now, because I don’t want to be in the same car as a cheater!”

  He threw a worried glance at me. “You’ll leave me if I tell you.”

  “So, you did cheat on me?” I said, on the brink of tears.

  “We weren’t that way when it happened.”

  “Was it Selena?”

  His eyes flicked back to me. “Hell, no! I would never sleep with her.” He shuddered, looking like he was disgusted with the thought. I was thankful for that.

  “Then who?”

  “I didn’t cheat, okay. After we became a couple, I told my father I wouldn’t do anymore lessons.”

  “Lessons?” I said, now confused.

  He breathed out. “Sex lessons.”

  “What?” I gasped.

  He pulled the car over to the side of the road, stopping by a row of bushes. He put the car in park and bowed his head, looking ashamed. “All the boys in my famiglia get lessons when we turn sixteen.”

  “How?” I asked, not believing what I was hearing.

  “A sex slave teaches us.” He glanced up at me, then quickly looked back down. “She taught me how to make love.”

  My eyes widened. “I was going out with you at sixteen.”

  He shook his head vigorously, his eyes going to mine. “No, no,” he said, looking panicked, “we weren’t a couple until later in the year.”

  “But, you said you thought I was your girlfriend before then, so you did cheat!”

  “I wasn’t given a choice; it’s a rite of passage for all the boys in my famiglia. We must go through it.”

  “So, you were forced?”

  “Not really, I just accepted it had to happen. It’s expected that once we come of age a sex slave teaches us how to pleasure a woman.”

  My brain finally caught up with me. “Wait a moment, did you say slave?” He’d said it twice; I’d just thought I’d misheard him the first time.

  He nodded.

  I gaped at him, unable to process it.

  He reached for my hand. “It didn’t mean anything to me.”

  I whipped my hand back. “That’s how you knew what to do to me below. The sex slave taught you.”

  He nodded again.

  “Did you put your mouth on her—”

  “It was only so I could learn how to make a woman come without penetrating her. I also had to know how to loosen a figa so I didn’t hurt you. I just didn’t realize you’d be so tight. I would’ve loosened you more if I’d realized.”

  I covered my face. The thought that he’d been with another woman and a slave at that was truly horrifying. Having slaves was not only illegal but morally wrong. Still, what hit me the hardest was that he’d been with someone else. I’d been a virgin before today, what we’d done special to me, but he’d had that moment with another woman, something I’d wanted so badly to share with him.

  His hand touched my lap. “I’m sorry.”

  I pushed his hand off. “I want to go home.”

  “Please, Rosa, don’t be mad at me.”

  “I. Want. To. Go. Home!” I screamed at him, anger taking over my heartbreak.

  “She meant nothing to me, she was just a slave.”

  “Just a slave? Just a slave?! Who has slaves? They’re illegal.” I started waving my hands about. “What is wrong with you that you think it’s all right to
have one let alone to have sex with her?”

  He screwed up his face. “I didn’t say I thought it was okay.”

  “Then why did you fuck her?!”

  “For my lessons.”

  “How many times did you go with her?”

  “I can’t remember, I didn’t count.”

  “How many times?!”

  “Around ten, maybe more.”

  “That’s sick.”

  “It is not! You got the benefits.”

  “No, I didn’t! I wanted you to have the first time with me, not another woman and certainly not a slave.”

  “I wouldn’t have made you come if I did it that way. It would’ve been awkward and clumsy.”

  “I don’t care! You cheated on me!”

  “I did not, and my father said I had to do the lessons.”

  “Do you do everything your sick father tells you?”

  His face hardened. “My father is not sick!”

  “He made you have sex with a slave. That’s sick, and he beats you.”

  “It’s not sick, it’s normal, and he’s only hit me a few times.”

  I tapped his right ear. “Do you even hear yourself? Because it’s not normal. You have a slave who is forced to have sex with you, and your father shouldn’t hit you at all.”

  “I didn’t force her, she was willing. And stop talking about my father as though you know him, because you don’t.”

  “Because I’m not allowed to even meet him.”

  “What about your famiglia? I have to drop you off down the road so they don’t see me.”

  “Because my mother and nonna hate the mafia, and you hide our relationship from your famiglia too, so don’t get holier than thou with me. And this problem isn’t about my famiglia, it’s about you sleeping with a sex slave. What world do you live in, that you think it’s all right to do that?”

  “A world you obviously know nothing about.”

  “Just take me home.”

  “Fine!” He turned to the steering wheel and started up the engine, pulling out onto the road within seconds.

  We sat in silence for the remainder of the journey to my house, both of us seething. Occasionally, I caught glimpses of him. His jaw was tight, his veins practically popping out of his neck.