For the first time, I am the one to insinuate the kiss. I press my lips against his, finding salvation in the taste of him. My arms find their way around his neck as his hands grip my hips firmly, pulling me towards him. Our close proximity leaves no room to breathe, to think. It's as though I am physically drowning in his presence, in his touch. I've never wanted to not come up for air so much in my life.

Nico lifts me off the floor, my legs moving to wrap around his waist. This is not me. I do not go on holidays and make out with random men.

But here I am, and Nico is no random man.

Nico's hardness presses against me through his shorts as he holds me impossibly close to him. I break the kiss, needing to catch my breath.

Those blue ocean eyes search mine, looking for something but I'm not sure what.

He places me down on a rock, the coldness biting at my legs through the thin fabric of my dress. He's gentle as he places his hands on my thighs, the hem of the dress riding up as his hands move in circular motions, rising higher with each breath. "This dress... I've wanted to peel it off of your skin all evening," Nico whispers.

I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots. "Now's your chance," I whisper and place a kiss on his neck, just below his ear. A low guttural sound comes from Nico and the sound alone is enough to send me reeling.

Nico is slow and articulate in his movements, no sense in rushing as his fingers curve around the hem. The heavy blue is latched onto my eyes as he trails the dress further up at a pace that one could only describe as pure torture. Those eyes never once leave mine as the material hits my hips, my ribs, the swell of my breasts and over my head.

When the garment if off, Nico finally allows his eyes to roam the expanse of my body. I am on full display as I feel them touch every inch of my skin, every curve, warming me with his gaze. "Bellissima," he breathes, and I feel my cheeks heat with a blush, both embarrassment and bashfulness warming my cheeks.

I thank God for the secrecy of this location otherwise I fear I may be walking away humiliated and without an ounce of dignity left in me.

Nico must notice me look towards the entrance to the beach as a smirk forms on his face. "You like it don't you..." he trails off and I look back towards him. "The thrill of being caught, it excites you," he explains.

I shake my head. "I find it causes paranoia more than anything," I say, although I find that Nico is partially right. The possibility of getting caught doesn't exactly enthral me but it's the adrenaline rush that you get from it. The rush of knowing you're doing something you shouldn't, the rush of being someone you aren't and doing things out of character.

It's as freeing as it is exciting.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, and I feel torn away from our position, from my bareness.

"Yes," I say, hoping I mean it. I may not truly know the man standing before me, but I know him enough to say that I can trust him.

A smile fights its way onto his face, as though he truly cares whether or not I trust him. It warms my heart. "Do you trust me?" I ask the same question and his smile still shines just as brightly.

"Yes," he responds, and I can't help but mirror his expression. I fiddle with the hem of his shirt and Nico's smile broadens. I mimic his own torturous movements. Each button of the linen shirt is untied in a pace that leaves Nico's breathing heavy, his gaze dark. The open shirt gives me a glimpse of the expanse of muscles and abs beneath, but it isn't enough. Sliding the material down his arms, I hear it hit the sand, but I am too enraptured by the sight before me.

The sight of his bare torso and the tattoos that I'm growing fonder of with each time I see them, ignites something deep inside me. My whole body feels as though it is on fire as I lean in to kiss him again, letting his hands roam my body in places that they shouldn't. Nico's hands smooth across my waist, my stomach – as though they're memorising the plains and curves. It's when his pointer finger loops around the thin band of my underwear that my breath gets caught in my throat, anticipation running wild.

"Can I?" he asks, and I nod. "I need words, Heidi," Nico says and my heart feels as though it may burst.

"Yes," I breathe, aching for him in a way I never have for a man. The usual heady ache of needing more is evident but there's something else. His fingers wrap around the band, pulling it away before snapping it back against my skin. The action causes a small gasp to leave my lips and I'm practically a begging mess. "Please, Nico," I breathe, rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure. My breathlessness only eggs Nico on and he finally gives in, pulling the string of fabric down my thighs.

"So beautiful," he whispers as his hands trial up my inner thighs, and he squeezes lightly, gesturing for me to spread them for him. I oblige and his sharp intake of breath has me a squirming mess. It's when he kneels before me that I'm almost sent over the edge.

Placing his hands behind my knees he gestures for me to move to the edge of the rock. His lips trail kisses from the inside of my knee, across my thigh and heading further South. "Nico, ple-" I say but I am cut off when his mouth is pressed against me.

Oh.

His mouth moves expertly against me, and I feel that the pleasure curdling within me may cause me to implode at any given second. Nico spreads my thighs further, his tongue working up and down me in a way that almost has me coming in a matter of milliseconds.

"So sweet," he murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice causing me to make a noise I've never made before from the depths of my throat.

Nico reaches to hook my legs over his shoulders, my thighs pressed firmly against the sides of his head. He laps me up like a man starved. I yelp, screwing my eyes shut, when his teeth wrap around the small bud of nerves, a shiver raking through me, sending goosebumps along my skin. He soothes it over with his tongue and repeats the process. God, the things this man can do with his tongue.

The breath is snatched from my lungs when he slides two fingers inside, curling them in a way that has me whimpering and moaning his name. Forcing my eyes open, I look down to where he is simply devouring me and when those blue eyes look up into mine, I'm sent into the oblivion.

"Nico!" I practically scream, as my thighs shake around his head and my back arches painfully, but he doesn't stop – his free hand only digs into my thigh, keeping me in place. The orgasm has my ears ringing and my closed eyes seeing stars. My hands fly to his hair, my fingers clasping at the strands. Several moans are flying from my lips, but he doesn't let up. Nico continues curling his fingers, nibbling at me, sliding, and swirling his tongue until another orgasm comes crashing down on me.

Only when I've reached my second peak does he finally let me breathe.

"Mmm," Nico hums and I feel like jelly as he stands from his kneeled position. "You okay?" he murmurs, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. He presses a kiss against the tip of my nose and it's like the last two orgasms never happened and I'm needing more.

God, when did I become so needy at the hands of a man?

"Yes, perfect," I whisper, my thighs trembling, and his smirk deepens. "I need you," I whine, and the feral glint returns to his eyes.

His mouth meets mine in a manner that's more rushed and harsher than before. Then he's trailing his lips across my jaw, my collarbone. Nico sucks harshly at the base of my neck but I push him back by his shoulders. "You can't, they'll see it," I whisper, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I guess I'll just have to get more creative," Nico breathes before lowering his head. When his lips meet with my breast, I suck in a sharp breath. Well, that is certainly creative. I have to hold back a moan when he grabs my other breast and squeezes it, every sensation being multiplied. My hands trail down his bare torso, my nails shaping crescents into his tanned skin. Skimming my fingers along the waistband of his shorts, I slowly dip my hand inside. He pulls away from my breasts and stares into my eyes as I cup his length over the fabric of his boxers. Instinctively, he steps closer to me, barely an ounce of space between us. My hand breaches the barrier of fabric, and my eyes widen as his close in delight.

Wrapping my hand around him, I almost choke at the size. This is not fitting in me.

I give him a few tugs, noting the way his chest heaves and small groans leave his lips. Nico buries his face in the crook of my neck as I trail my finger over the head of him, swirling the bead of pre-cum around the rest of his length. Nico seems to have had enough of the foreplay as he pulls back and tugs his shorts, along with his boxers, down his legs. When his cock springs free I gulp in sheer anticipation.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," Nico breathes, his voice deep and heavy as he lines up his tip with my entrance. Nico presses a sweet kiss against my lips as he slowly slides inside of me, and I gasp at the immediate fullness. I haven't been with anyone since Ambrose... let's just say it's been a while.

I can't help the moan that leaves me as he pushes further. My eyes almost bulge out of my head when I look down to see not even half of him is inside of me yet. Nico lets out a groan as he presses his face into my neck once more, breathing me in. He fills me until I'm sure I will not be able to take any more of him – so deep it's as though I can feel him in my stomach.

My eyes squeeze shut as the feeling of him stretching me is almost painful.

Nico slowly pulls out before thrusting back in and my head tips back, the pain turning into pure ecstasy that warms my blood. His thrusts deepen, hitting me in the perfect spot again and again until I feel as though I am going to break at the seams. Nico moans into my ear and it's enough to almost send me over the edge as his hand presses at the base of my spine, pushing himself deeper.

Clamping my hand over my mouth, I bite down on my palm to contain the many noises I am afraid will be far too loud. "No... I want to hear you. I want everyone in Vernazza to hear how good I make you feel," he breathes, his voice low and husky.

I grip his shoulders as he thrusts into me with much more haste, my nails digging into his skin. "Harder," I whisper, and he keeps the same rhythm but thrusts into me forcefully. Hitting that goddamn spot over and over.

As he pounds into me, the insatiable feeling of pleasure curdling in my stomach returns once more - causing my core to tighten. It's as though I can feel him everywhere. My body grows closer to falling off the edge with each swift stroke.

Nico pushes me down so that my back is flat against the rock - his hand coming up around my throat. Every sensation, every feeling is heightened. My back arches until I fear it may snap as he grabs my leg, my foot resting on his shoulder.

"You look so beautiful, sprawled out for me."

His words alone almost send me crashing and burning. My fingers grip the edge of the rock as I hold on for dear life. With my back scratching against the rock, my mind denies the focus of the pain but accepts the complete pleasure surging through me. I can't help but watch where we meet, where his length pumps into me at a furious rate.

Eventually, we both become undone. Nico continues his languid thrusts as we both come down from our high, my body an aching, shaking mess. Both of us are panting wildly as we try to catch our breaths. I sit up on the rock, holding onto his shoulders with my chest pressed against his.

"You feel so good," Nico says before kissing my shoulder and pumping into me once more, as if relishing in the feeling. He finally pulls out and the emptiness is more than evident. His arms wrap around my waist, his broad, muscular body encasing me and hiding me from view. My eyes close as his lips press softly against my forehead and my body leans against his for support.

I'll never be able to scrub this from my memory.

*

The next morning, I am aching and tired, still feeling the remnants of Nico's hands, tongue and well... other parts.

A knock sounds on my door and I sit up in bed. "It's only me," Vienna's voice speaks. She walks through the door, closing it behind her. "What did you and Nico get up to last night?" she questions.

"I waited for him after his shift then we went to the bonfire that was down on the beach," I say, not an ounce of a lie. I may be missing out pieces of the night, but it still is the very truth.

"Are you hungover? C'mon you can tell me the truth... I won't tell your mum," Vienna smiles before sitting down on the end of the bed. She absentmindedly fiddles with the loose threads on the flow, expectant of an answer.

"No, I'm not," I laugh and roll my eyes. She's just like my mother. Questions upon questions. Although I seem to find Vienna much more bearable.

"Well, I have to say your skin is glowing. It must be this Italian sun..." she says, emphasising something else completely. "Or an Italian boy-" I cut her off.

"Most definitely the sun," I nod my head. "You're pregnant don't you have other things on your mind?" I try to change the subject, but it doesn't work in my favour.

"Other than my niece falling in love and spending her summer shacking it up with an Island boy? I hope you're being safe," Vienna says before standing up.

"If any word of this gets back to my mother I swear, Vienna..." I threaten. My mother would go absolutely berserk and that is not an argument I am ready to take on.

Not now. Not ever.

"It won't, it won't. Who do you think I am?" she laughs before she leaves the room.

I lay back down on the mattress and press the palms of my hands into my eyes. Groaning, I roll over and wish that my life wasn't so transparent.