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
Malatya Escort 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
Malatya Escort Bayan 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
Escort Malatya 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.
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