Today is our last day in Italy, and as ready as I am to go home, see my sister and sleep in my own bed, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for this to end.
We have plans today to do some sightseeing, but we don’t get out of bed until well after eleven, choosing instead to order a room service breakfast and pig out together, wrapped under the soft bedding.
It’s so comfortable here with him; it’s like we’ve known each other for years and this is just how things have always been between us. No awkward moments, no concealed feelings, no complications. Just an easy, content existence together.
Laying on top of Colt’s chest, I lift my head to press a kiss to his lips. “I should clean up and get ready,” I tell him.
“Nope,” he protests, his hands gently squeezing my ass. “I think you’re just fine right here.”
“Stop,” I laugh. “We’re gonna miss the whole day.”
I kiss him one more time before dragging myself away, out of the warmth of the bed and his arms.
When I reach the door of the bathroom, I turn to get one more look at him, laid out on the bed, the arm that justheld me now braced behind his head. The way the comforter drapes over his waist makes him look like a freaking renaissance painting or something.
I close the door behind me and turn on the faucet, giving it a few minutes for the tub to fill up before stepping inside.
I lower myself into the water, warming my bones and soothing my muscles, relaxing every inch of me until the bathroom door opens, letting in a draft of cold air that makes me shiver. I turn to see Colt standing next to me, stripping off his own clothes.
“Excuse you,” I playfully scold him. “You were not invited.”
“If you want me to leave, just say the word and I will.” The words come out as a purr as he tosses his pants aside and slides into the tub across from me.
I’m still not used to seeing him naked. It feels like I’m breaking a rule, like I’ll get in trouble if I look at him for too long, but I can’t help myself from tracing every peak and curve of his body with my eyes. It’s like I’m still afraid this isn’t real and my brain is desperate to memorize every millimeter of his skin just in case he vanishes into thin air.
He reaches forward to grab my hips and pulls me toward him, making the water in the tub ripple with the movement. He keeps his hands in place as I straddle him and drape my arms over his shoulders, my eyes locking onto his.
“What are you thinking about over there?” He asks.
I brush a hand through his hair, wetting it, with a soft smile playing at my lips. “I’m thinking that I’m very happy right now. And that I miss my sister and am ready to see her, but I don’t wanna leave our perfect little bubble here.”
“Yes,” he agrees, almost sounding wistful, “the bubble has been very nice.” He lifts a hand to tuck my hair behind my ear, then adds, “We’ll have to stop and get the little astronaut a gift before we leave.”
“And maybe some gelato?”
“We can get all the gelato you want, baby,” he chuckles, then presses a kiss to the tip of my nose.
I lightly touch my nose to his before meeting his lips in a gentle kiss as my hands reach to cup his jaw.
“Or maybe tiramisu,” I comment. “Definitely something with chocolate in it.”
Colt smiles against my mouth, letting out a quiet laugh. “Come here,” he commands, then reaches for the back of my head to pull me closer against him. His lips crash against mine, taking claim of them, and I deepen the kiss, parting my lips to let his tongue inside.
Fireworks light up in my chest, spreading throughout my body with every touch, every stroke of his tongue against mine.
I roll my hips over his, just enough to make waves in the bubble-coated water, and I blush when I feel him harden against me. With one hand secured behind my head, he uses the other to grab my ass and pull my body closer to his until our bodies touch, my nipples grazing against his skin.
I yelp when he flips me, making me face the back of the tub on my knees, then he takes my hands and places them over the edge of the tub.
“Don’t move these,” he orders, giving them a squeeze, as if he’s molding them into place.
He brings his left hand to rest over mine and uses his right to wrap around my waist as he kneels behind me, lifting me just so, leaving a chill at my back as my skin hovers above the water.
His chest presses against my back as he slides his cock into me with ease, the two of us moaning in unison.
I grip onto the tub with white knuckles as he moves into me, the hot-and-cold of the water splashing against my skin in time with his strokes sending shockwaves all through my body. All I can think about is reaching behind me and holding onto him, but orders are orders and I don’t want to ruin this moment by being anything less than his good girl.
Colt moans into my ear as he pushes himself deeper inside and I buck my hips against him.
