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“How good does it feel, El?” I growl into her ear. “Only I can make you feel this way, remember that.”
She lets me hold her for a few moments more, shivering with how overwhelmed she is, but when I flick my thumb over her clit directly her excitement boils over, and before I can take my next breath, she’s wresting control from me. I let her do so happily.
Elise straddles me, her silvery nightgown bunched around her hips to give me the perfect view of the way her pussy takes my cock inside as she lowers herself onto it without preamble. She throws her head back and cries out to the ceiling as she does so. Her neck and chest are flushed just as red as her face, and I want to see more. My eyes are hungry for her skin, just like my mouth.
While she rides me without hesitation, setting a devastating pace with the way she rolls her hips, I push her nightgown up her perfect body until I can see her tits, nipples picked hard with arousal. I lift up onto my elbows and suck one turgid peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it, and then kissing a heated path to her other nipple and doing the same.
Elise buries her hands in my hair, and when I look up at her she’s watching me lick and suck at her with wide, lust-filled eyes. There’s a sheen of sweat on her brow, but she shows no signs of tiring. Just like me, her appetite for the way we come together is endless.
It isn’t until I add teeth to the mixture, nipping at her pebbled nipples, that the muscles of her stomach begin to quiver and her pussy spasms around my cock. I feel my balls drawing up against my body, my climax looming, so I release her nipple with a wet pop, falling back flat onto the bed.
She starts to complain, but I quickly slide a thumb over that bundle of nerves between her swollen pussy lips again and all complaints fade instantly. Her pace stutters, so I grab her hip with my free hand and guide her, thrusting up into her as she nears the precipice. I lose control of her body as the tension within her snaps and she comes on my cock hard.
My teeth are clenched so I don’t spill inside of her too early, but the moment I can see that she’s coming down from her high––a new rush of wetness covers my cock––I grab her by the hips with both hands, hard, and fuck up into her just the way I need. Elise takes it all perfectly, and when my orgasm explodes out like a thunderclap, seed coating the walls of her inner channel, she shivers with the echoes of her own pleasure before collapsing on top of me. It all feels so incredible that I screw my eyes shut, breathing through it, hearing my own heartbeat in my ears as pleasure threatens to drown me.
Somehow, we manage to separate just enough to make out way back into the spooning position, where I can kiss her neck and nibble her ear as we catch our breath. Elise sighs contentedly, turning her head and kissing me on the mouth before telling me, “Good morning.”
Her voice brings me back to reality, but for once, it’s just as sweet as whatever haze of arousal I was just in. Elise is still in my arms, well pleasured and utterly relaxed, and I wonder why we can’t be like this always. Why can’t she be my girlfriend when the sex is so undeniably good? I lock away those resentful feelings, wanting to savor this moment, but before I do, one traitorous thought slips through:
She’s so close, and yet, so far away.
Only three days. Three measly days to bask in the beauty of this Italian paradise with my love, and only three more days before we have to return home to our real lives, as drama-filled and difficult as they are. The clock is ticking and it feels as though time is slipping through my fingers like sand.
On the first day, we set out to make the most of every moment, determined to see all the sights we haven't had the chance to experience yet. We don’t even stay for breakfast, grabbing croissants and coffee from the breakfast table while Lili and Robin look at us strangely before disappearing out the front door, eating in the backseat of the private car as we discuss our plans. Neither Andries nor Roxanne had been up yet, so we managed to avoid any awkwardness from the two of them, and that’s the way I like it.
As we cruise down the streets, guilty thoughts of Andries’s engagement flood my mind, making me uneasy. It’s not like I didn’t want to spend this time with my best friend, but circumstances beyond my control have ruined this trip for him, and I don’t think he would even want to spend much more time with me alone, anyway. Not with how messy his engagement is right now. So I’ll take advantage of that and steal his sister away before he can protest. This may be my last chance to create memories with Elise on this trip.
We make our way to the Marina Piccola, a peaceful haven tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the island. It’s still busy, but the urgency and flash over Marina Grande is lessened at the smaller boat dock. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore fills my ears as we stroll hand in hand, taking in the serene beauty of the place. We feel just like tourists and spend the morning chilling by the shores, before stopping at a quaint cafe for lunch and sharing a meal together, the taste of the local cuisine filling my senses, just like the woman across from me, who slides her foot over my calf flirtatiously as we dine. But all too soon, it's time to return to the villa and change into our hiking clothes so we can complete our main objective of the day––reaching the highest point on the island.
We take the chair lift up to Anacapri and the views take my breath away. The island stretches out before us, a tapestry of colors and textures. We explore the small town, taking in the sights and sounds, but our ultimate destination is Monte Solaro. It’s not the easiest hike, and there is the option to take another chair lift to the summit, but Elise and I are both in fantastic shape, and we savor the chance to make our muscles work––enjoying to burn and the exhilaration that comes with working up a sweat somewhere besides the bedroom.
The hike is challenging, but we push on, driven by the desire to reach the summit before sunset. The sky is painted in a spectrum of colors when we reach the top, and we sit on the edge of a cliff, watching the sun dip below the horizon. It's a moment that feels both fleeting and eternal, and a reminder of how precious time can be. I kiss the woman I love as the sun dips below the horizon, flashing red across the sky.
As we make our descent, my heart aches with the knowledge that this may be the last time I experience this with Elise. I know we have come to an unsteady agreement on wanting to be together, but things can change in an instant in Amsterdam. Only three days left in this place, and it's not nearly enough.
The second day, I have more of a plan in place, so we aren’t quite as spontaneous. Days before, my heart had been heavy with the weight of disappointment as Elise recalled her Blue Grotto tour, and explained how she wished we could have experienced it together. Instead, I had been sailing with Andries and Johan, and while I had enjoyed it immensely, the memory of Johan sort of taints the whole thing for me. I knew I had to make it right, to create a memory that would rival the one she had experienced without me.
So, I take matters into my own hands. I rent a small, private boat, determined to explore the hidden gems of the island. We set off, the boat slicing through the water as we head towards the smaller grottos. The Red Grotto, White Grotto, and Green Grotto may not be as spectacular as the Blue Grotto, but they offer us something even more precious: privacy.
As we make our way through the grottos, Elise's face lights up with wonder and delight. I had packed the boat with fresh fruit, cheeses, sparkling water, and champagne, and we enjoy the feast at our leisure, sometimes sitting on the back of the boat with our feet hanging in the water, feeding each other from our fingers. The sun beats down on us, and the cool water provides a refreshing respite.
But as the day comes to a close, and we make our way back to the dock, I feel the rush of time passing by almost painfully once more. We had planned to go shopping in the evening, but we barely make it to two designer shops downtown before we're both desperate to head back to the villa, exhausted from the sun and sea. We enjoy dinner on the terrace with all the other villa guests, trying to make stilted conversation with Andries and Roxanne before Andries cuts out early and heads back to his suite without a word, making his fiancé flinch. I try to cheer up Roxie, but it doesn't work, and once she, too, excuses herself, El and I finish our meals and then retire to our room. We busy ourselves with showering off the sea salt and falling asleep in each other's arms.
But as I lay here, listening to Elise's soft breathing, I can’t shake the feeling that it’s not enough. Only one day remains, and feel a sense of dread at the thought of leaving. I know that these memories will have to last a lifetime since there is no guarantee we’ll even be together to make more down the line. Holding her close, I whisper promises of love and the future we will share into the darkness, meaning every syllable. I don’t know if she’s awake to hear them or not, but either way, I mean them with all my heart.
Our last day of vacation has sadly arrived and I can sense finality pressing down on me like a heavy stone. As we sit on the terrace for maybe the last time, enjoying the most extravagant breakfast yet, taking in the stunning views of the island in the early morning, I try to focus on the here and now, and not what our lives will look like back home.
Elise and I managed to slip away from the group, but I feel Andries eyes boring into my back as we do so, and whisper to El that we can’t stay away as long today without pissing him off too much. He may have ruined part of his own bachelor trip with his sullen attitude and weird move of inviting Johan, but it really is still supposed to be about celebrating his upcoming wedding, so we can’t ditch the couple completely––even if they do seem to hate each other right now, considering the circumstances.
After breakfast comes to an end and everyone else goes back to their rooms to pack up, with plans to spend the day poolside, relaxing, I have something different in mind for Elise and me. I’ve rented a private boat for us, but this time with a driver, determined to make this last day one that will be burned into her memory forever. I want Elise to think of me every time she lays out on the sand at any beach, or slips into warm ocean water, for the rest of her life. Especially if she chooses not to spend it with me. I want this time we spend together to be the best she ever has, and for nothing else to ever live up to it. Selfish? Maybe… but I’ve never pretended to be a selfless man.
We set off to Piscina di Venere, also known as the Pools of Venus, a small cove and beach that is tucked away and the closest thing on the island to the way Capri must have looked before human habitation. It’s hard to find, the location only known by locals, and the entire place is stunningly beautiful. Since it’s only accessible by boat, we’re one of the few couples at the Pools of Venus, and we take full advantage.
Our boat skims through the crystal clear waters, surrounded by lush greenery and dramatic, rocky cliff-sides. I've only just told her where we are going, and I can feel Elise's excitement and anticipation growing. This excursion will be one that none of her friends will have ever taken, and it will be something only she and I will ever share.
The Piscina di Venere is a place of seclusion and natural wonder, and we feel like we have the island to ourselves. We swim, snorkel, and sunbathe; we even manage to find a private corner behind a rock outcropping for a private interlude. I take Elise against a wave-smoothed wall of stone, both her legs wrapped around my waist, and my lips locked onto hers until we both shatter in ecstasy.
“I love you, El,” I tell her, pressing my forehead against hers. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
