“Well fuck,” he chuckled, lowering his forehead to mine. “And now you’ve done it again.”
With my hand on the nape of his neck, I drew him closer and pressed my lips to his, kissing him with every ounce of love I felt. We moaned into each other, and the kiss deepened as he pushed me against the car, our tongues battling fiercely. I could never get enough of how he made me feel when he kissed me like this. His passion was all-consuming, as if he was both devouring me and drawing life from me at the same time. The need rushing through my body and igniting every nerve ending burned with a deep ache. Fuck, I’d missed him so much.
“Let’s get out of here,” he groaned into the kiss, clearly feeling the desperation too. “I need to get you out of these wet clothes and bury myself inside you.”
“Hmm,” I moaned as his lips moved down my throat, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him closer. “But we won’t be alone at home, will we? I just need you. All to myself. Please.”
He pulled back, his mischievous eyes sparkling. “Bike ride?”
I grinned, nodding quickly as he grabbed my hand and shouted orders at his men to go on. He tugged me over to his bike and placed his helmet on my head before straddling the machine. With the corners of the blanket clenched in my hands, keeping it wrapped around my shoulders, I climbed on behind him, pressing my body against his back and wrapping the blanket around us both.
We flew back towards the city, zigzagging down thenarrow streets of Rome until we reached the rural outskirts and ascended Janiculum Hill. He parked in a quiet spot, sheltered by trees, and I climbed off, removing the helmet and wrapping the blanket more tightly around me as I took a few steps forward to admire the spectacular view. The city stretched beneath us like a sea of warm amber lights, with the grand silhouette of St. Peter’s Basilica glowing softly in the distance. The magnitude of what had so nearly happened to me hit me right in the chest. I’d nearly been taken away from all of this. From Rome, from a life I loved, from Sani.
I’d never take it for granted again. All my life, I’d moved around and never truly felt like I belonged anywhere. Just a visitor passing by, never finding a place to let my roots grow and flowers blossom. I’d finally found what I’d always deep down been longing for. A place that felt like home.
Sani came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my body and lowering his chin onto my shoulder.
“Rome is so pretty from up here,” I whispered.
“I come here a lot,” Sani admitted, squeezing me tighter.
“Because you can look down on your empire like a king?” I teased, leaning my head back against him. He smirked.
“Partly, yes. But mainly because I love the nostalgia and intimacy I feel here—looking over a city so rich in history and imagining all the untold stories it holds, knowing that even for a brief moment, I’ll be part of it. The power, the wealth and riches, the betrayals and wars... and the countless love stories that bleed from every stone. This city makes me feel so much.” He kissed the exposed skin on my shoulder. “It’s strange because I wasn’t born here, but I’ve always felt a deep connection to it. I love the way it feels like nothing is trying too hard or is too perfect. I love the quirky way the streets twist and wander wherever they please, and how the ancient buildings lean into each other, all slightly different and unpredictable, yet with their own elegant charm. It’s beautiful but not fragile. It’s been through hell and heartbreak, centuries of transitions, yet it still stands, more captivating than ever before. I suppose Verona will always be my home, but Rome has my heart.”
I smiled, turning in his arms to peer up at his face. “I thought I had your heart?”
He brushed the pad of his thumb over my lips as he gazed into my eyes. “Isn’t it obvious? You are my Rome.”
My heart gave a huge, involuntary somersault. This man. How was I ever supposed to survive him?
We both lunged for each other at the same time, our mouths colliding in an explosion of unrestrained longing and need. I leapt up, wrapping my legs around his waist as the blanket slipped off my shoulder and fell onto the grass. His hands gripped my ass as our tongues fought a dance of passion while I clawed his shirtopen and tore it down his arms.
I’d never had sex outdoors in the open like this; I’d always been too afraid of getting caught that I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus on enjoying it. But at that moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist. It was just us. And I needed him so badly I couldn’t care less where we were or who might see us.
He walked back over to his bike, sitting on the leather seat with me straddling his lap. He broke the kiss, breathing hard and tugged my dress down below my tits, cupping them and kissing and licking my nipples while I reached between us to rip open his belt and unzip his trousers. We were frantic, clawing at each other’s damp clothes and bodies. I took his hard dick in my hand, rolling my thumb over his piercing as he moved my thong to the side under my dress and plunged two fingers into my pussy, causing me to throw my head back and cry out at the pleasure.
“Always so wet for me,” he groaned, teasing me with his fingers in slow pumps. “I fucking missed you so much.”
It had only been two days, but I smiled because I felt the same. “I missed you too. So badly. I needed you, Sani.”
“I know,” he groaned, removing his fingers and lifting me, lining me up with his cock. The moment I sank down on him, feeling the delicious stretch and fullness, the world felt right again. “But I’m here now. And I’m never leaving you again.”
His lips devoured mine with fiery intensity as we moved, moulding our bodies together and finding a perfect rhythm. His hands explored my curves, running up my back, gripping my hips, fisting into my hair as I clung to his back, desperate to be impossibly close. The rising euphoria was overwhelming, every cell in my body intoxicated by the sensations and intimacy.
We were completely lost to each other. My moans and cries travelled on the breeze as his pierced cock massaged that sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl. In seconds, I was coming, staring into his eyes as he watched me fall apart with his forehead pressed to mine and his lips parted with heavy breaths.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he husked as the orgasm subsided, leaving me deliciously warm despite the chill of the air against my damp dress. He shifted forward, lowering me back onto the leather seat as my head rested between the handlebars and kissed me deeply, slowly rolling his hips into me as I twitched in the aftermath. I moaned as his tongue swept against mine, igniting the need for more, and his hands gripped my hips as he picked up the pace.
“Yes! Sani,” I cried as he started pounding into me harder and faster. My nails dug into his shoulder, holding on for dear life as he groaned, his eyes rolling and jaw pulsing as he claimed me with every deep thrust.
“Cazzo... ti amo,”he growled, locking eyes with me as his muscles began to tremble. I gasped as the pleasure shot up my spine, causing me to arch againsthim, and he kissed down my throat.“Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo.”
The orgasm crashed through me, and I screamed, not caring if I woke all of Rome. He made the sexiest sound, somewhere between a roar and a whimper, as he thrust once more and his dick pulsed inside me.
We both stayed there, his feet planted on the grass on either side of the bike, with his upper body collapsed on top of mine as we tried to catch our breath.
“I want to stay here forever,” he breathed, his eyes closed and using my tits as a pillow. “Just like this.”
