Our villa was situated right beside the sea, and far away from any towns, down a sparsely-populated little road. It was astoundingly beautiful, but I didn’t get to see much of it until later, since the first thing John and I did when we walked through the door was kiss. And hard. He picked me up, still mid-kiss, and carried me to the sofa, where he deposited me, then climbed on top. I needed him so bad.

–“I’ve been dreaming about this all week,”– he groaned as soon as his lips let go of mine.

–“Me too, John,”– I barely managed to reply. I grasped desperately at his shirt and started undoing the buttons. He helped me unfasten them to speed up the process, then tossed the crumpled shirt away and across the room. I was sitting there wide-eyed. Even though we’d seen rather a lot of each other last Saturday, his figure still took my breath away - he was so lean, and very nicely shaped.

Although, I didn’t get much of an opportunity to study him, since he soon had me pinned back down again with his waist. And it felt amazing. We were absolutely desperate for each other, our every action far more frantic than last time. The kissing turned to almost a kind of biting, which he hadn’t done before, but I was enjoying it so much that I thought it might be over before John had even started on me. That would be a tragedy.

Before I knew it, all of my own clothes were off, and so were John’s, too, and there was nothing left to do but get even closer to each other. After spending so long together without being able to touch each other, there was no need to warm up - both of us had silently agreed to get to it. I felt him work his way in, feeling even better than last time, and then we were going at it like rabbits on the sofa. But we didn’t care, we’d missed each other so much. I could feel the event nearing it’s close, and prepared myself.

I ended up screaming into the damp flesh of his shoulder as I finished, glad that I didn’t nearly lose consciousness like last time. The feeling was still indescribable, though. After I’d reached a relatively normal state, I realised that John had managed to last through all of that by some miracle. His face was flushed red with the effort of it, and he was breathing hard. Then again, so was I. So, I decided to help him out a little, which didn’t take long, and made him collapse in MY arms for a change.

For a little while, we lay unmoving on the sofa, which was just about big enough for the both of us, purely relieved that we’d had each other again. I was almost asleep when I realised I hadn’t seen anything else of our holiday home, and hadn’t appreciated anything but each other, yet.

–“John, maybe we should take a look around,”– I suggested. My head was nestled in the crook of his neck as I spoke to him.

There was no reply but –“mmmmmm,” –as he struggled not to drift off after his workout.

–“I’m serious!”– I laughed, –“I’ve only seen this room, and not much of that, either. If we’re gonna be staying here for two weeks, let’s at least appreciate it a little”–.

–“Then we’ve got plenty of time to explore it in those two weeks,”– he joked quietly. But I wasn’t having any of that.

When I removed myself from him and dressed so I was at least decent (some clothes still remained on the floor), he seemed to perk up a bit. Eventually, he’d done the same with the clothes, and we began to explore. There were more bedrooms than we’d ever need, and just as many bathrooms - it was almost funny. We found the kitchen and ate some of the food left for us immediately, starving both from the journey and our exercise, before checking out the various rooms we could relax in. All of the villa was tastefully decorated, with modern styles blended carefully with traditional Italian ones; I certainly wouldn’t mind living here if
I owned it. I could tell John had forked out a lot of money on booking this place.

We both walked hand-in-hand about the house, admiring it and enjoying each other, until we found the crowning feature - the terrace and the pool. We stepped outside together, into the warm evening air, and it became even more apparent why John had chosen this place. Nearby, the water looked inviting and the pool seemed huge for only two people. But out past the terrace, I could see the sea stretching for miles before us, the view hemmed in on both sides by cliffs that formed a small, private beach far below. I couldn’t wait to see it up close.

I propped myself up on the retaining wall.

–“Should we have dinner down there?”– John asked me. He leaned on the wall, too, and picked at the stone absent-mindedly.

Dinner on the beach? It had never occurred to me that he’d be such a hopeless romantic! I was starting to love him even more for it.

–“I love that idea, John! But what are we going to eat? There’s nothing much in the fridge.”–

–“I’ll think of something.”– He grinned.