And then, as he lays down between my legs, our eyes meet and we surrender.
Creamy white, painting the glass.
Creamy white, covering his hand and stomach.
Breathless and shaking, my legs buckle as I slump against the tiles.
Marco’s mouth is soft on mine.
“My darling,” he whispers.
Seeking sanctuary in his arms, I feel his heartbeat against my ribs.
Together, we melt into the night.
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Icould linger in this moment forever.
This dreamlike inbetween.
Perhaps we will.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I simper. “Not now, not ever.”
Marco kisses the back of my hand.
“Neither will I.” He winces as he shifts his hip. “Even if it means funding my chiropractor’s next trip to Bali.”
I ease him onto his side.
Gathering an armful of padded squabs from the outdoor sofa and chairs, we line them up along the tiles to create a makeshift mattress.
If we lay close together, there should be enough room for two.
Sure, we could go indoors.
But something about bare bodies beneath the sky fuels the intimacy.
He’s turning me into an outdoor boy.
I reach for his hand.
Then I nod toward the glass.
A liquid nirvana, spilling down the pane.
“That was kind of slutty of us,” I admit.
But I’d do it again.
“See, this is why we need to have day jobs,” he grins. “When we're on holiday, all we want to do is fuck. It’s like we can't stay away from each other.”
“That's not entirely true,” I retort. “We went to a restaurant. We went to the beach.”
“Yeah, and where did I beg you to put your…”
