Charlotte

"Buonanotte Bambina. You need taxis?"

"See," I laugh at Campbell. "Who's delivering the goods now?"

I walked us past the huge line of people waiting for taxis' and approach the youngest, best looking driver leaning up against his car to asked for directions. I didn't mean to jump the queue but he did immediately offer to drive me to my Pension.

I think he assumed I was on my own and not with Campbell who was walking behind with our backpacks, so maybe I used my newly found skills of flirting a little.

Just a little.

"Ok, ok but that's not really fair as we're now in the land of the Italian stallions. You have an unfair advantage, Beastie," Campbell laughs.

"Jealous Man-whore? Now hurry up as I've scored us a ride!"

I'm so pleased with myself that I've got us a ride. I'd never do this in New York, be assertive, I'm too shy. But somehow being in Italy and being blonde, I suddenly feel more confident.

"You stay here long? He your boyfriend?" The driver asks gawking at Campbell as he loads our backpacks into the back of his car.

"Yes, I'm her boyfriend dude," Campbell snaps. "Keep your eyes on the road."

So I'm his girlfriend now?

Of course when it suits him.

Our driver is good looking enough but nothing compared to Campbell. He's the sexiest man alive. Well the sexiest man I know, but I'm never telling him that.

He's also very generous and kindhearted to all women and they say the most wonderful things about him like, 'He makes you feel like you're the lead character in your most favourite Netflix romance film. He totally satisfies your every want and need and buys you flowers and chocolates after saying goodbye'.

He's truly gifted, in so many unusual ways. They seem to swoon months past their actual hook-up.

"So I'm your girlfriend now?" I chuckle.

"Sure are Beastie. In the land of the smooth and the sleazy, you're definitely my girlfriend unless you like taking it up the ass?"

"What really? Is that an Italian thing? Does Crystal like taking it there?"

I'm generally interested and maybe a little bit tipsy from all of the red wine we had on the train.

"Have you never had anal Beastie? You're missing out, if it's done correctly that is, with the right person with good techniques and lubricants.... it can be...." he looks excited as he speaks the words.

"Nope. Are you shocked?"

"Yes and no. What else haven't you done?"

"What else is there?"

We've never really talked about my sex life or lack of it. Most, our conversations have revolved around his instead.

"Oh, Beastie. We have a lot to do on this trip now don't we."

I'm not sure if it's the music pumping through our taxis' speakers or, my mind racing thinking of all the sexual questions Campbell might ask as I suddenly feel flushed.

Change the subject Charlotte.

"So what should we do tonight for dinner? I may need a nap before we go out."

"Oh, you have a nap nanna. I'll arrange our dinner plans tonight," Campbell smiles reaching over placing his hand on my flushed cheek.

The moment his hand touches my face I shudder, and a tingle of excitement runs down my spin. Then, he looks directly into my eyes and leans in so his lips are only millimetres away from mine. He's so close, I can see the deep green flecks in the irises of his eyes.

I begin to part my lips and moisten them with my tongue in anticipation to be kissed.

"What would these luscious lips and mouth like to taste tonight?"

"Anything," I whisper.

I'm paralysed. I want him to kiss me, like I've never wanted anything in my life before. I want to taste what other women have tasted before me. I want his tongue to explore every corner of my mouth.

"I need you to tell me what you want to taste Beastie? I have several ideas what I'd liked to put in this mouth of yours. Use your words Beastie. I need to hear the words coming out from these beautiful lips."

Campbell moves this hand across my face so his thumb touches my bottom lip and he licks his lips with anticipation leaning further in, so close, his lips are brushing mine as I answer.

"Anything," I whisper again.

Think Charlotte. Think!

"Except maybe not too much cream. I don't really like my food covered in cream," I respond practically panting the words as I say them.

"Really?" He questions, still holding my face, lips brushing mine and staring into my eyes. "No cream covered items? What if the cream comes after the tasting?"

"What?" I pant.

"I know your partiality to ice cream so maybe it can come with ice cream so this mouth can suck on it until there's no ice cream left?"

Get a grip Charlotte. Remember he's a Man-whore!

My whole body feels like it's on fire and I press my thighs tightly together to try and stop the tingling sensation travelling down towards them before it reaches my core.

I snap my head backwards forgetting where I am and it hits the side window behind me.

"Stop it Man-whore," I snarl at him.

"We arrive. I get your bags from back," our taxis driver yells across the music as he gets out of the car in front of our Pension.

"One day Beastie. One day, I will get those luscious lips and mouth of yours!"

"Never going to happen Man-whore. Not while I'm still breathing."

"Suffocation? Never tried chocking someone while they suck my cock. Always thought it too dangerous but game if you are?" He winks and opens his side car door to get out.

"What. No. That's not what I meant."

"Necrophilia then. Hmm interesting. You dirty little minks," and now he turns back to look at me smiling from ear to ear.

"Disgusting, even for you Man-whore. Grab the damn bags. I'll pay our taxis driver." I squirm rubbing my head where it hit the window as I get out from my side of the taxis.

It wasn't a hard hit but I'm feeling slightly woozy. A combination of too much wine, music and lack of air. And maybe just a little from the conversation we've just had.

Our driver hands Campbell our bags and gives me his business card which Campbell takes once he's
settled a bag on each shoulder to instantly tear it up in front of him then hissing says to him, "Nice try mate but never going to happen. She mine. All mine."

He's so possessive and yet, I feel that stupid tingling again.

What's with the tingle Charlotte? It's Campbell the Man-whore, remember!

"Wow Beastie. You did well. I can see the roof of the Duomo from here. We must be only a block or so away," he exclaims looking around getting his bearing of where we're staying.

"Finally a complement."

"Oh, I'm always giving you complements Beastie."

"Ok. Finally a complement without a connotation then. No suggestion of sex."

"What's the fun in that. Life's too short. Live a little." And then he realises what he's just said.

We didn't really talk about my family and they died so many year ago but the expression on my face says it all.

"Oh Charlotte, I'm so sorry. What was I thinking. Well I guess as per usual I wasn't. I didn't mean that to mean.... oh, never mind. Come here?"

He drops both of our backpacks onto the marble reception floor and pulls me in for a hug.

"It's ok Campbell. You're right. Life is too short. It's just a little overwhelming I guess finally being in Italy. My Dad always loved architecture and my Mum loved art. They would have loved being here."

"I'm sure they're here in spirit with you as they always are."

"You're right. Let's get our room key. I'll be fine after a nap."

"One room key coming up Beastie. I feel the need to be naked."

"Shirt off, fine. Naked, no."

"And she's back. See, you need me Beastie. Without my smut you'd be lost."

Lost, hmm maybe, but I wouldn't feel constantly sexually frustrated either. Not that I'm ever telling him that.

Ever!

Although, since Campbell announced he's getting married it's like a switch has been turned on inside me and I can't seem to turn it off.

I want him.

I crave him.

My mind, body and soul.

Watching him carry both backpacks up to our room and throw them in the corner to instantly strip off his t-shirt makes my heartbeat frantically race, like it's running a marathon and I'm close the finish line, panting and breathless as I look.

I slowly take in breaths and lower myself to sit on one of a single bed as he takes a beer from our mini bar and rips off the metal beer cap with his teeth.

Oh....

my....

goodness.

Nope. Not going to be able to sleep now.

Why does he have to be so damn sexy with everything he does?

"I might take a shower. Take the key if you're leaving the room. I'll be sleeping for a while I think."

I seriously need a shower. A long.... cold shower!

Are wet dreams acceptable if we're sharing a room?

Hmm, probably not.... but it can't be helped, especially if he keeps refusing to be fully clothed most of our trip.

Campbell smirks as if he's reading my mind and give me a wink them he sit on the bed opposite me.

"Oh stuff it. Give me a damn beer already."

"That's my girl. Let the fun begin."

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