"Please,bèdda. Stop."
She came off his sex with a pop and swiped at her beautiful mouth, swollen from their kissing and what she'd just been doing. "Why?"
"I want to be inside your beautiful body when I come."
She thought about it, which turned him on even more. She was thinking what she wanted more and that idea that she'd been enjoying pleasuring him that much was as exciting as a touch.
"Okay." She scooted up his body until she straddled his thighs nearly kissing his erection with her feminine heat. "Hold yourself steady."
Carlo did, turned on by her sexual confidence.
She lowered herself onto his erection, her slick heat enveloping him as she pressed downward. He reached up and cupped her luscious rosy tipped breasts. She threw her head back, her gorgeous curvaceous body flushing with desire. Shifting back and forth, she rocked herself until he was fully seated inside her.
They both groaned.
Unable to stand the passivity any longer, Carlo began to thrust upward, one hand moving to her waist to hold her in place.
But Annette leaned forward and began her own pace. Their bodies came together with more force than he expected, but it felt good. Almost too good.
Annette's moan of pleasure and demand he do that again said she felt the same.
His climax was riding him hard, and Carlo knew he wasn't going to last many more thrusts, much less minutes. He shifted one hand so his thumb could press against her clitoris.
Her cry of delight was followed by a shimmy that about sent him over.
He rubbed her swollen nub, and she shifted her body for maximum pleasure, taking the pleasure he wanted to give and guiding it toward her own moment of ecstasy.
She looked down at him, her face flushed with pleasure. "I'm so close."
"Bèdda mia."He could get no other words out, her beauty so intense in that moment, it dazzled him.
Her eyes sparking like sapphires under a spotlight, Annette's body went tight above him and she cried out as her vaginal walls tightened around his sex. Carlo thrusted upward, coming so hard he shouted with the pleasure of it.
They moved together after, drawing aftershocks of ecstasy from each other's bodies before she collapsed on top of him. "How does it get better and better?"
"I do not know." No more than he understood why it was not all that great with other women anymore.
Though he was starting to get a glimmer.
After a leisurely breakfast and shower with more sexy times, Carlo asked Annette if she wanted to go into Dubrovnik. Eager to see the mixed architecture and explore the ancient streets of Old Town, Annette agreed.
"It's like Sicily, but not," she said as they walked in the Stradun with buildings on either side that had been built centuries ago.
"Both have similar cultural influences from Italy and Greece."
She nodded, delighted by the red tiled roofs and stone walled buildings, some with ornate columns and others more elegantly simple. "The weather is amazing too."
Sunny, but not too hot, it was the perfect day for walking down the limestone streets. They spent two hours in the Rector's Palace, which now housed the Cultural History Museum. Carlo held Annette's hand and they brought each other's attention to displays that caught their eyes.
It was so much like the past, when they had found each other's company easy and pleasurable, that Annette felt a sort of time displacement.
When they came back out into the sun, she squinted at the bright light and Carlo handed her a pair of designer sunglasses to put on. They were clearly women's glasses and meant for her.
"Thank you." She hadn't brought a pair with her, but he'd been prepared. "It's been wonderful, but everyone is closing forpižolot." She had been surprised by the afternoon nap similar to the Spanishsiestaobserved here. "There are so many more things I want to see. I think I could spend a year in this town alone, just soaking in the architecture, atmosphere and history."
"We can come back tomorrow. We have two weeks here, this time."
"This time?" she asked as they made their way to the SUV waiting for them.