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“Grazie per il tuo tempo.” I thank the driver for his time, slip him a bill, and leave with Capri’s hand in mine.

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CAPRI

I haveno idea what Jones and our driver were talking about in the taxi, but it was hot.

His tone was filled with a confidence I could get used to.

I’ve never wanted anyone like I want him. I’m betting yesterday was just a glimpse of all the things Jones can do with his hands and mouth.

Although I’m temporarily satisfied with the incredible orgasm he pulled out of me on the way here, his cock is what I’m craving.

It’s been far too long since I’ve had a man’s cock inside of me and I’m growing impatient from waiting.

But first, we have an excursion to do.

Once we exit the taxi, a white stone building greets us, looking like it’s stood the test of time in Capri. The architecture of this city is unmatched. The building is made from hand-carved stone walls with arched windows and doors, brass hardware detailing, geometric yellow and terracotta tiling, and lush greenery throughout.

It’s an Italian oasis.

Jones leads me into the building, and I notice a thick cord running through the trees from the window. It looks almost like a zip-line. My thoughts are confirmed as a metal chair descends through the tree line. “A chairlift? Are we going on a chairlift?” I screech in excitement.

Jones shoots me a grin. “We are. Feeling up to it?”

“Hell yes,” I shout, jumping with anticipation.

Jones fills out the necessary paperwork, we sign our waivers, and Dante, the lift employee, confirms it’s time to start.

This week has been filled with so many firsts for me.

It feels liberating to do something new and exciting.

“Proprio in questo modo.” The employee guides us to the tall flight of stairs on the side of the building, leading to the middle of the cliff’s edge.

“Grazie,” Jones replies, thanking him and taking my hand before ushering me behind him. I love when he touches me like this—grabbing my hand like it’s second nature to lead and be close to me.

We reach the starting point and I’m already swept away by the views. I can’t imagine what the very top looks like.

Monte Solaro is the highest point in Capri, offering panoramic views of the city and multiple gulf seas. Colorful buildings line the city’s coast, a variety of pinks, blues, yellows, and greens. The aesthetic reminds me of the pastels in sherbert ice cream. Soft in saturation but striking in shade.

“Wow,” I say. “I’d never get tired of this.”

Jones sweeps a lock of hair from my neck. “You know, I’ve lived here for nearly fifteen years and never done this before. I’ve hiked the cliffs and sailed the waters below them, but never this.”

Strangely, that’s comforting. Like he’s even more similar to me.

“It seems like this week is full of firsts for both of us.”

Jones nods quietly and I can practically feel his thoughts surround us.

Minutes later, Dante settles us into our chairs one by one, Jones riding behind me, and sends us on an adventure of a lifetime.

Just before the chair takes off into the Monte Solaro coastline, I turn back to look at Jones, finding his eyes already on mine. “Vivere il momento,”I shout, adrenaline coursing through me.

“Con te va meglio,” he yells back.

I don’t have a clue what that means, but if the light in his eyes gives anything away, it’s something great.

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