I wake up from what I thought was a few minutes of sleep, but it seems as though the sun is out. Is it morning? Did I sleep on this couch? I take a minute to orient myself and realize that I am not on a couch, but instead, I'm in a really comfortable bed with soft sheets. I don't remember us coming to the bed! And Marco is not even in the bed. Where could he have gone?

I look around the room to notice its coziness. There's a small desk in one corner, a night stand on one side of the bed, and a dresser on the opposite wall. The wall of the nightstand has a beautiful large French door that opens up onto a balcony. I slowly get up off the bed, noticing I'm not really wearing any clothing, grab a blanket that's at the bottom of the bed and wrap it around me. I make my way to the French door and look outside; there's a beautiful view of Rome. Wow.

"Buongiorno, Bella," Marco says from the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand. He's wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and looks so sexy in the morning light.

"A caffè?" he asks me.

"Yes, please," I say with a smile. He leaves the room and comes back in less than a minute, with a second cup of coffee in his hand.

I take a sip and make a face. "Is espresso," he says. "Non ti piace? You don't like?"

"No, it's fine, thanks," I answer with a smile. "I wasn't expecting it!" I gulp down the espresso quickly and smile at him shyly.

"I should get going, I don't even remember making it to the bed!" I say.

"No, we fall asleep on couch," he exclaims. "I carry you to bed so you could be comfortable."

That was sweet of him. "Thanks," I say blushing.

Still in the blanket, I make my way to the kitchen/living area, wash the coffee cup and look for my clothes. They are scattered around the living room. I reach for my bag to grab my cellphone and notice the missed messages from Andrea.

"Having fun babe!!?" "All good?" "I hope you're okay. :(" "Please text back!!!" with the last one coming in just a few minutes ago. I text back right away to tell her I'm all good, I'm still with Marco and I will call her later.

I put my phone back in my bag and start to collect my clothing. Marco walks out of the bedroom and makes his way towards me.

"Do you mind if I shower before I go?" I ask him.

"Of course, but there's no rush," he says, and he approaches. He's standing right next to me now, and gently moves my hair behind my ear.

"You're even more beautiful in the sunlight," he says.

I blush, and as I do so, he moves in to kiss me tenderly on the lips. His lips are soft but firm, and the gentle kiss becomes a deep, passionate, needing one. He pulls the blanket off of me and pulls away from our kiss. Looking at me up and down, a groan escapes his lips. He places each of his hands around a breast and cups them, squeezing them tightly and nibbling on my nipples. He then begins to suck on one while he fondles the other. I moan as he continues to suck on my nipple, getting a little rough with my breasts now.

He guides me to the bedroom but before we reach the bed I tell him that I would rather shower first. "I feel a mess," I say. And I feel like my teeth need brushing, but I don't want to say that out loud. He smiles at me and tells me it's no problem, and leads me to the washroom.

"I will be here when you are ready," he says.

I close the door of the washroom and quickly make my way to the sink, rinsing my face, and then putting some toothpaste on my finger to quickly freshen up my mouth. Thankful for the mouthwash on his countertop, I rinse with that as well before getting into the shower. I start to lather up when I realize that I don't see a towel that I can use when I'm done with my shower. Why didn't I think of a towel?

"Uhh, Marco?" I call out, "I don't have a towel," I say with a little giggle.

He opens the door of the washroom and enters with two fluffy towels. He smiles at me and places them down on the counter.

"Wow you look so sexy wet," he says.

Shyly, I ask if he wants to join me. He wastes no time getting out of what he's wearing and gets in with me. His shower is such a great size for two people. Three of the four walls are glass, with one of them containing frosted window allowing sunlight from outside to come in. The last wall has an embedded bench and shelf unit, where an assortment of soaps, body washes, shampoos, and conditioners are stored. He is standing behind me, lathering his body with soap while I do the same.

"Want me to..?" he asks, motioning towards my back with the washcloth. I nod, and he proceeds to wash my back, massaging the soap into me. I don't remember the last time I had a shower this sensual without sex being involved. But I thought too soon. He makes his way down my back towards my butt, massaging my glutes between his hands. He moves slightly forward, and I feel his hard member push up against my ass. It excites me.

He guides me to the wall and bends me over so that my hands are resting on the bench. He bends over and puts his mouth right between my legs, and I feel his tongue move up and down my slit. It makes me quiver.

"Do you want me inside?" he whispers into my ear. I moan and nod my head, unable to find my voice.

He kisses the side of my neck and places one hand on his dick, to guide it to my tight, wet pussy. He rubs his dick along my slit and uses his other hand to gently rub my clitoris. I'm already shaking.

He slowly pushes his tip into me, and I realize how big he really is. There is some resistance to his penetration. Very slowly, his tip filling me, he places both his hands around my hips and very deeply thrusts into me. I let out a scream. He feels huge inside me, am I really that tight?!

The initial thrust is followed by a gentle rhythmic motion, pushing in and out of me at a steady pace. I start to rub my clit as his pace quickens, the feeling of him inside me getting me more and more wet. His motions are a little rougher, harder, more passionate. It feels so good to have him pounding me, making me moan loudly. I hear his breath get heavy and he starts to moan as well, just before he pulls out. He turns me over and starts to kiss me deeply. He switches our spots, him sitting back on the bench, and motioning me to get on top of him and ride. He smacks my ass in the process. It makes me blush. I sit back on him, in reverse cowgirl, and push my wet pussy onto his big, hard dick. I bounce on him, moving my hips back and forth. It feels so deep like this that I can't help but let out a moan.

"Mmmmm, baby" I let out. "You're so big, I love how you're filling me up right now."

He groans, grabs my hips, and pounds into me, so hard and fast that I feel like my legs are going to give out. I rub my clit furiously, starting to feel the orgasm build deep inside me.

"Mmm, if we continue like this, I'm going to cum all over you." I moan.

That just gives him motivation to pound even harder. So hard, that I feel like melting. It's happening. If last night's orgasm felt intense, I don't know what this is. I can't keep still, I start to shake and before I know it, I'm exploding, squirting all over him. I've never had an explosive orgasm like this before and it takes me a moment to compose myself.

"Wow," I breathe, but he's not done with me.

He puts me on my knees and pushes himself into my mouth, making me taste my juices that cover his big dick.

"Trust me, this will be fast" he groans and with a couple of pumps into my mouth, I feel him tense up. He pulls out and cums so hard, all over my face. It's extremely hot to see him in at this angle, and even hotter to get such a big facial after that intense orgasm that he gave me. I'm licking my lips, looking up at him as he is still quivering, his dick sensitive to the touch. When I put my mouth gently around it, he winces, and pulls back a little, but lets me clean up every last drop of cum.

I stand up, wash myself off quickly, mostly because I can barely stand, but also because I'm starting to feel guilty about how much hot water we wasted. He watches me wash and I can see a gleam of awe and passion in his face as he does so.

"I will say a million times you are beautiful, Bella," he says to me.