“Hey,” he said, smiling.
“Ciao, bello! How long have you been awake?”
“Not long. Just enough time to remind me that I’m a lucky bastard.”
I smiled and stretched, feeling his warm body against mine.
“I could get used to this, Sebastian, waking up next to you.”
As soon as I said the words, I felt a breath of sadness. Our time was limited.
I forced a smile, certain that the last thing Sebastian needed to see before he shipped out was a miserable, moping face.
“So, what’s the new plan, Chief? Do you want to see some more of Tuscany, or shall we go further north?”
He looked bemused. “What about Salerno?”
“It’s too much driving, Sebastian. We don’t have a lot of time and you…”
“Hell, no! I want to see where your dad came from as much as you do. Fuck the driving, Caro! We’re going to Salerno. If you get your beautiful ass out of bed, we can be there in maybe five hours.”
I felt the pull of Salerno and the warm south. I’d tried to be selfless but Sebastian had once again weakened my resolve, as in so many things.
“Anyway,” he continued, “we’re out of condoms, and much as I’m enjoying being creative, I really just want to fuck you into next week.”
“Such sweet words, Sebastian. How did you get to be such a smooth talker?”
He grinned at me. “I don’t know, baby, but it works every time.”
“Every time, huh? But you know, I have to say, last night wasn’t particularly creative: we weren’t even naked.”
He laughed happily.
“Not creative? Hell, Caro, I managed to keep a conversation going with Cardozo; I thought that was pretty fucking creative.”
“Is that the name of your CO?”
“Yeah, he’s an okay guy.”
“He must have his hands full dealing with you.” I paused. “What’s his wife like?”
Sebastian grinned wickedly. “Blonde, attractive… about forty. Why, are you jealous?”
“Of course,” I said, evenly.
He kissed me softly on my lips, his eyes gentle with love. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby.”
Love, lust, passion – all swirled through me, his touch blinding me with desire. I kissed him back, pushing my tongue between his parted lips as our bodies began to move together. At my hip, I felt his cock twitch. I wanted him badly. It was, as he’d said: total addiction.
“Caro,” he groaned, quietly, as I ran my hands over his thighs.
“Shh, tesoro.”
Ten minutes later, we were both lying on our backs, panting. There was a lot to be said for a quick burst of hand-to-mouth creativity before breakfast.
I was filled with a warm, satisfied glow, as Sebastian lazily stroked my thigh.
“You ready to get up, baby?”
I sighed, happily. “Mmm, if I have to. But to tell you the truth, I’d be quite happy staying here all day, if someone brought us food. And condoms.”
Sebastian kissed me quickly on my chest, then kicked the sheets back, the cooler air making me flinch.
“Hey!” I complained.
“Up,” he said, as he stood over me.
Then he leaned down and fastened his teeth over my nipple, tugging gently.
“You cheat,” I grumbled, staggering the short distance from the bed to the shower.
He swatted my ass, which I felt was unnecessary: he’d already made his point.
The water wasn’t hot, which didn’t encourage us to linger, and I stood in the bedroom, shivering slightly as I dressed.
“It doesn’t take you long to get ready, does it, Caro. You never even bother to put on makeup.”
Sebastian was sitting on the bed, smiling at me as he buckled up his boots.
I was slightly taken aback by his remark. Did that mean that he wanted me to wear makeup – that he thought I should?
“I do sometimes,” I replied, trying not to sound aggrieved, “if I’m going out somewhere dressy. But not usually, no. Why?”