What Happens in Italy

Chapter 7

Ethan skated his hand down Penny's hip the following morning, pulling her tighter into his body. She snuggled deeper, murmuring in her sleep as he pressed a soft kiss on her nape.

"Ethan," she murmured, shifting around to face him. Her cheeks flushed with sleep, her lips softly parting.

"Good morning," he said before sealing his lips with hers. Their torsos met, from chest to hip, his aching cock cradled between them. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and with her soft gasp, he gained entrance to the warm recesses of her mouth.

Their tongues tangled as her fingers sank into his hair, pulling on his scalp. The intensity shot desire down to his toes, and he grinded his body against hers. Hell. He could stay here forever.

He leaned back, feathering kisses along her cheeks before nipping her earlobe.

"Oh, Ethan," she moaned. He much preferred this reaction to her freak-out yesterday morning.

He trailed kisses along her collarbone before moving down to her straining nipples, pulling one pebbled point into his mouth. Her grip on his hair tightened as he sucked, her legs shifting restlessly against him. He released her nipple with a pop and glanced up. Her body arched off the bed, her eyes screwed tight, and she bit her lip.

She was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

Her eyes slowly opened, her golden lashes rising as she stared at him with fully dilated pupils.

"Why did you stop?" she asked, her voice husky and slurred with sleep.

He grinned. "Admiring the view." Her cheeks flushed bright red. "And, waiting for you to say good morning back."

She grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him up her body. "Good morning." Her eyes sparkled with humor and need.

Her laugh turned into a moan as he reversed direction and kissed his way back down her body, nipping at her belly. He swiped his fingers through her wet folds before sliding inside, feeling her internal walls clamp around his finger. He bit back a groan.

"Ethan, please," she moaned, her head tossing back and forth on the pillows.

He quickly found a condom and sank into her welcoming body. They both groaned as he seated himself to the hilt, her legs, again, resting on his shoulders. He'd suggested this angle last night due to her injury, but he could get even deeper in this position. He shuddered, rocking against her, thrusting in and out as her fingers came up to trace his abs before scraping across his nipples.

His thrusts sped up as he grinded against her, and her hands tightened on his chest.

"Yes, Ethan, yes," she moaned, clenching around him, and came. He followed soon after, trying not to collapse all of his weight on top of her. He shifted her legs from his shoulders, his forehead braced against hers as their labored breathing mingled between them.

He grinned. "Best. Wake-up. Call. Ever."

Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. "Mmm, yes." She nipped at his chin.

"We should do this all day."

"I'm on vacation in Italy, with wineries and museums waiting to be visited, and you want to spend the day in bed?"

"Ahh, yeah."

Her lips tilted up, clearly trying to halt her laughter, but a snort slipped through. "Typical guy."

"I promise to feed you," he replied, kissing her nose. "In fact, I'm starving now. Wonder why?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled. Sweetest sound ever.