by Vivien Vale
And to think that Ryan was supposed to have all of this.
Knowing what he did to her, how he betrayed her when she had so much faith in him and took advantage of her, I know this is what should have happened.
Nicole deserves someone great. Someone to love her. Someone to take care of her.
She needs me. She deserves me.
And even if she doesn’t see it yet, even if she’s still processing what’s happened with Ryan, I’m confident she’ll come to understand how great we are for one another.
“We absolutely have to go upstairs. I need to see these mosaics up close!” Nicole demands. She’s like a kid in a candy store getting an opportunity to view such art first hand.
“No objection here. Let’s go,” I respond.
As we climb the flights of stairs, Nicole is just awestruck the entire way up. Her smile beams throughout the building, and she’s the most amazing sight in this cathedral. Ancient mosaics, metalworks, and architecture don’t hold a candle to this girl for me.
But I want to know what makes her love all of this so much.
“Hey, Nicole,” I call to her as we get up close to the mosaic that’s caught her eye since we walked in.
“Yes?”
“What got you so interested in art in the first place?” I ask.
“I’ve always just been appreciative, I guess, of other people’s perspectives,” she explains. “Color usage is always something that’s been especially amazing to me. It’s so powerful to be able to add a specific tone to a piece just by using purple instead of pink. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah, absolutely. When did you start sketching?”
“I think I must have been four or five when I started to doodle. But isn’t every kid? I think I was actually like nine or ten years old by the time I actually wanted to create in this specific way.”
“Well, that explains why you’re so amazing at it,” I comment. “I’ve never been able to draw much of anything. In fact, as a kid, I got teased when I tried to draw a deer, and it looked like a corgi,” I admit, laughing.
Nicole laughs with me. Her chuckle is so charming and sweet.
“After dad left mom, things got tough,” Nicole tells me. “I mean, at first, she encouraged me, but then…” she trails off.
“So why don’t you pursue it?” I ask.
Her eyes look a little sad. “Mom said being an artist is just not an option. We needed money. The pageant thing made sure we could pay for the necessities. Eventually, I thought things might change. I went to uni and started to study fine arts. But then Ryan came along.”
There’s a pause as she stares at her hands.
“Ryan also didn’t think I should pursue drawing as a career. He was looking out for me, saying it’s not a stable enough profession to rely on for the rest of my life. He was scared for me,” she adds, I think trying to convince herself more than me that Ryan had her best interest in mind.
“Nicole, you don’t have to bullshit with me. You knew you wanted to make it work, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did!” she says, more heated. “But what was I supposed to do? Ryan was my everything. My everyone. Even now, I’m confused about it all,” she says, a frown forming across her face.
“Nicole.”
“What was he even doing in Rome, anyway?” she scowls.
I lean in and embrace her. I don’t want to talk about Ryan. “Rome is a really beautiful city. You know, if you wanted to go there, say, with me…” I suggest.
“Maybe. I just don’t know how I feel about it. I know there’s so much to see there, too. Venice is really probably enough.”
“Well, I promise to you that if you do want to, I can make it happen. It’s no problem whatsoever. We can explore the city together,” I say.
Nicole looks into my eyes, a big smile spread across her face. “Thank you, Dante.”
“Anytime. Really,” I assure her.
She leans her head in against my shoulder, staring again at the mosaic that drew her in to the building. Just as she goes to lift her head, we hear a bell tolling around us. And I have the most grand idea.
“Let’s head up to the Campanile!”
Nicole
I feel light as a feather.
The wind tears at my hair under the helmet. Dante is weaving in and out of the traffic. It’s almost as if we’re flying.
I look up and see we’re getting closer to the Campanile, the tallest tower in Venice.
If this is all a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
Like a fairy tale, I want a happy ending.
But my inner thoughts won’t leave me alone. Doubt still haunts me like ghosts haunt these ancient buildings.
But Dante is real, and talking to him just now about my past has taken a weight off my shoulders. I feel elated that I can open up to him about my mom and about growing up without a dad. My doubts about him have fallen off, and I know I trust this man.
My husband.
I’m giddy. I take off my helmet as Dante comes to a stop at the bottom of the magnificent building.
I throw one leg over the back of the scooter, and my heel catches on something. For a few seconds, I wobble and feel as if I might fall.
But Dante—the real Dante—grabs my shoulders and saves me yet again.
He pulls me toward him, and I throw both arms around him.
I should let go of my fears. Dante won’t abandon me. He’s here close to me to hold me safely.
The anxiety I felt gives way to excitement.
The turmoil I’ve experienced inside is settling down, and something else is stirring—a lust to be close to him again, like we were in the gondola. To become one.
My nipples are hard under my dress, and my heart is beating fast in my chest. I shift my attention back from the square to the here and now. I realize Dante is pressing his hard-on against me from behind, and his hands are now over my breasts.
We’ve shifted positions without me even realizing.
“How excited you are,” I say, feeling a hot flush washing over my body.
There’s something satisfying in knowing I’m the cause of his erection. It feels kind of powerful.
I move my ass against his erection, which he no longer tries to hide.
I reach back; I want to feel his soft, dark hair. I find the pulse at his neck. His heart is beating just as fast as mine.
He wants me. I want him.
Unable to stand it any longer, I turn around again. I want to feel his lips; I want to explores his mouth and engage in a tango with his tongue.
Words are no longer necessary. Our bodies speak their own language.
It’s the language of love.
I melt into him. I don’t care that we’re in a public car park. Let a bus full of tourists pull up; I’m ready for the whole world to see our commitment to each other.
All of a sudden, a sound close by frightens me, and I squeeze Dante’s shoulders. Pigeons fly up in front of us and disappear into the sky.
To be free and unbound as a bird, I dream for a second. But we have other ways of flying, I think lustily. Dante is ready for take-off, kissing and pushing me hard. His smooth hands find their way down my body and under my dress.
My panties are already soaked, sticking to my pussy. I can feel how my wetness excites him while he’s spreading my juices with his fingers.
With our bodily exploration getting more intimate, I push us away from the scooter toward the wall of the Campanile and into the shadows of the building.
Somehow, my conservative self has taken leave of absence, and I find it exhilarating to have Dante’s finger between my legs in public.
He’s gently circling my clit and squeezing my breasts. I have to bite his ear to keep quiet as he enters me with a finger.
I glance around, but I can’t see any other tourists nearby. My heart is beating wildly in my chest, and the tiny flame deep within me is turning into a raging inferno.
On one hand, we seem completely
alone in a city with hundreds of thousands of inhabitants and even more tourists, and yet the sounds of the bustling crowd nearby carries toward us, and I feel exposed in the open air.
I’m no longer nervous but thrilled, and I nudge Dante on. The rhythm of his finger in my pussy intensifies. He’s pushing so hard against me, I fear my knees might give way, and I’ll collapse on the floor.
But it’s Dante, my savior! I give myself over completely to my pleasure and trust him. My ecstasy grows until he pushes it over the edge.
It’s so intense, I’m tearing at my hair. I open my mouth wide to scream in orgasm, but he stifles me with kisses.
I feel newborn and grown at the same time. I need him. I lust for him.
But I want to show him just how special he makes me feel.
Even though I want to reciprocate the favor, I’m not quite sure it’s appropriate to drop onto my knees and take his massive cock into my mouth. It’s one thing being finger-fucked. It’s another all together giving him a blowjob.
I do the next best thing.
My fingers fumble with his button and zipper, and eventually, I free his pulsing cock. The second it finds freedom from the restriction of the pants, it stands to perfect attention.
As my eyes lock onto his, my hand wraps around it and squeezes it. Dante’s eyes take on a dreamy look and I increase the pressure.
His own hands are under my top and playing with my tits. My nipples feel so hard, I think they might slice through glass.
My own pussy is throbbing and in need of more than his fingers.
Another glance around, and I still can’t see anybody.
I’m not sure if he realizes my intention, but Dante leaves one hand on my tits and the other lifts my right leg. He pushes my slip aside and then without another word, he pushes his cock into my waiting pussy.
He starts out slow. By now, he has both hands on my ass and massages it as he slowly draws in and out of me.
Our eyes are devouring each other, communicating so much without words.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I urge him on when he pauses to see if he’s hurting me.
I arch my back to meet him, and his hands lift me up a little.
Like those birds before, I’m starting to soar high up into the sky. Higher and higher I go as Dante thrusts harder and harder.
If anyone was to come up on us now, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’m completely lost in becoming one with Dante.
My fingers entwine behind his head and neck, and I urge him to kiss me.
And he does.
He’s not soft and gentle; he’s hard and demanding, and I respond accordingly.
I can feel my orgasm building deep within me. The fire he lit in me earlier has turned into a raging inferno.
As his tongue pushes deep into my mouth, almost reaching for my tonsils, I can feel my muscles contract, my body starting to shudder as the climax engulfs me.
My pussy is grabbing at his cock, milking it for all its worth. I don’t want to let him go. I want him to say in me forever.
Time loses all meaning as I ride my wave of pleasure. I erupt, volcano-like, and at the same time feel him shoot his cum into me.
This is even better than last time.
His body shudders and then he relaxes into me, and his lips leave mine. He nuzzles into my neck.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he whispers into my ear, and I smile.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I reciprocate the compliment.
I can feel his teeth nibble on my ear lobe.
A sudden movement to my right has me tensing up. Was someone coming?
A shadow comes toward us. Would we be arrested for public indecency?
I try and push Dante off me. He looks at me with a big grin on his face.
“Someone’s coming,” I hiss.
Slowly, he puts his cock back in his pants and zips up.
Just then, I see who’s coming toward us.
It’s a big, black cat.
He stops, stares at us, and then quickly slinks back into the darkness. No doubt the feline has his own secrets and does not wish to be disturbed.
“Nicole, you’re incredible.” Dante’s words rouse me from my state of frozen terror.
I giggle.
“You ready?” He holds out his hand, and for a moment, I’m confused.
“Ready for what?”
He rolls his eyes. “To go and climb all those stairs to get to the top of the Campanile?”
Of course, The Campanile.
“Last one up is a rotten egg,” I say and scoot away from him.
Dante
As far as phallic symbols go, the Campanile is pretty much on the nose. It’s a towering brick shaft standing tall over Saint Mark’s Square. On our way up, Nicole and I practically race each other to the top.
I let her overtake me on the stairs and slyly watch her ass wiggle in her dress as we climb higher and higher. By the time we reach the top, the sight of her from below has led to my own tower standing erect in my pants, again.
“Whew,” Nicole says at the top of the stairs. “I’m dizzy.”
Breathing hard, she steadies herself with a hand against my chest, and I place my hand on her hip.
“Those legs of yours are a killer,” I say. “Pretty to look at, and amazingly fast when you’re being chased.”
She lets her laugh ring out loud, and the sound is like bright bells to my ears.
“What are you going to do,” she teases, “now that you’ve got me?”
I grab her by the hand and pull her to the open part of the loggia.
“Dante!” she exclaims.
We’re standing more than three hundred feet above the square, looking down at the busy crowds below. The height and the open air give me a head rush, and I know she feels the same mixture of fright and excitement.
I hold her from behind to comfort her, forgetting about my erection. Too late, though, because she’s noticed what’s poking her in the back and begins grinding her ass into my crotch.
“Mhm, someone’s excited!” she says in a hushed voice. “And so soon again.”
With my palms cupping her breasts, I can feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She reaches up behind her, runs her hand through my hair, and feels my fast pulse at my neck.
We stand like this for a moment, stunned by the view, so close and intimate all by ourselves in the gallery.
Our heartbeats are in exact sync, and our passion explodes. I spin her around so we’re facing each other, and instantly, we’re all over each other’s mouths.
“Oh, Dante,” she moans huskily. “Let’s make love again, let’s do it right here!”
Her hard nipples are poking through her dress.
“Nicole,” I breathe hotly. “I want you.”
There’s a flapping of wings above us, and Nicole gasps in surprise. A flock of pigeons is taking flight from under the roof of the gallery.
“You want to fly as well?” I ask.
She nods heavily. “Make me.”
With my next kiss, I push her against the balustrade. I hitch up her dress and slide down her panties. As my hand explores between her legs, I find she’s still very wet.
I rub her clit in slow circles before putting a finger inside of her.
She sighs with lust and softly bites my ear while I move my finger inside of her. She wraps one leg tightly around me, and I grab her ass, half lifting her up as she clings to me.
I tilt my head back to take in her face. Eyes closed, she’s given herself over completely to enjoying the pleasure. She brings up her arms to run her hands through her hair during orgasm, her mouth a perfectly round O, which I seal with kisses to contain her moaning.
She looks at me with a new fire in her eyes, ready for more. I’m about to lower myself to please her with my mouth and tongue, but she stops me.
She pushes me back hard with both hands, away from the railing.
“My turn,” she says with determination
.
My back is to the wall now. With quick movements, she opens my belt, jerks down my pants, and frees my rock-hard cock.
All the while she’s looking me straight in the eye with a mischievous sparkle. It’s a completely new side to Nicole that I very much enjoy. The fresh air is tingling as she’s slowly stroking my cock in her hands.
“Nicole,” I say. “You don’t have to...”
“I want to,” she says and slaps my thigh.
She cups my balls and goes down on her knees.
Who am I to stop her?
She wants to begin with everything, kissing the tip of my cock, sliding her tongue up and down my shaft, stroking me with one or two hands while also playing with my balls.
It’s clear she hasn’t done this before, and she’s a little overwhelmed by the size of my dick. But I grow more excited by the second and enjoy her performance. I urge her on by holding her hair back behind her head.
She keeps looking up at me with her beautiful eyes wide open.
She quickly finds her way and rhythm and takes me into her mouth. The ring of her lips is pressed tightly around my cock, and she goes down further and further. She works wonders with her tongue and takes me in deeper and deeper, all the way to the back of her throat.
Her saliva is running down my shaft, and she rubs it all over my balls.
The cold, stone wall pressed against my bare butt, her hot breath all over my crotch, and her wet mouth sliding up and down my cock send waves of excitement walling up in me.
It’s nearly too much for me to take, and I abruptly pull her to her feet.
“What? Aren’t you enjoying it?”
“Nicole,” I kiss her hot, wet mouth. “I need to feel you right now.”
I pop her tits out of her dress. She pushes my faces down against her chest, and I lustily tongue her nipples.
“I want you inside of me!”
It’s my turn to press her back against the wall. I lift her up with my hands on her butt. She wraps both legs around me, and I slowly lower her on my cock.
“Oh, Dante,” her voice comes huskily in my ear. “It’s so big!”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes, don’t stop!”
She arches her back away from the wall to press her tits against me. I slide the whole length of my dick in and out of her wet pussy. Soon, she starts moving with me, going faster and faster until it’s a race all over again.