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 staring 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.