12. Capri
12
CAPRI
I have no 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.
Something worth living in the moment for.
* * *
“Holy shit. That was incredible!” I breathe out, exiting the chairlift and meeting Jones by the beverage shack to the side. “The island is even more beautiful from the air.”
He pulls me into a hug and hums, “Mmm, I missed you.”
I look at him. “It’s been fifteen minutes, if that.”
“Fifteen too long. Let’s get you something to drink.”
The butterflies in my stomach take flight, consuming my girly parts and sending my heart rate into uncharted territory.
I love his attention to me. It’s fatal.
Who knew something so far out of reach could feel so damn good?
Securing our sparkling waters, I follow Jones through a small, wooded area with stairs leading to the top of the cliff we coasted. We’re surrounded by gulf seas on both sides, caging us into Capri’s natural beauty. Jones guides me to the farther side, opposite of where tourists are gathered and taking photos of the views.
“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to keep up.
“Straight ahead.”
Branches and crushed limestone crunch beneath our feet before a soft opening appears up ahead.
“Come on,” Jones reaches for my hand, carefully helping me under the stubborn branches.
And I thought the other view was great. It’s a shame the chairlift doesn’t guide its customers over this side of the cliff because, wow.
It’s breathtaking. “There are no words,” I say, taking it in.
“Majestic, isn’t it?” Jones asks, and I nod.
That’s a light term. The sun is starting to set, drawing attention to the colorful homes along the coast with lights illuminating across the water. Gondola boats sail along the shore, shuttling couples around. On this side, you can see all of Capri below—the city and the nightlife creating something just as beautiful as only the seas.
It’s so different from back home.
Timber Heights is a small beach town, but it’s quaint, and the locals aren’t as friendly as they are here. In Capri, open arms welcome you no matter where you visit, as if you’re family.
It’s an island where no one is a stranger.
I can see why Jones would want to live in a place so embracing.
Not realizing I have yet to take in the grounds of the cliff, I turn and find Jones a few feet away, his eyes dilating with something different than fondness of the city.
Pure want.
He’s seated on a large piece of limestone with his legs spread and hazy eyes set on me.
A million questions run through my head: Is he okay? Is he turned on right now? Should I be brave and tease him? Or should I see if he comes to me?
“Come here, Capri.” Well, he answered that for me. I’m much too greedy for his praise to say no.
“Here I come,” I tell him, my voice breathy with desire as I walk toward him.
Reaching his front, the gravity of this moment starts to set in.
I’m about to have sex with another man. A man who is not my ex-husband, and I’ve never been more ready for that. At least, I’m hoping that’s where this is going.
I find myself trusting Jones with my body much more than I ever did Drew. I’m confident he’ll appreciate it much more than the man I shared a bed with for five years.
Jones leans back against the stone, his eyes lingering everywhere except my face. He’s anticipating what’s to come.
“Let’s see those tits, sweetheart.”
My eyes search the surrounding area—I can’t help it. I’ve never done anything remotely this risky before. Yet, it feels invigorating to give myself the chance.
I slowly drag the straps of my pink sundress over my shoulders, letting them fall down my arms. My eyes zone in on the bulge in Jones’ shorts, watching him adjust himself while I strip.
The cinched waist of my dress prevents it from falling. All I need to do is lower the top, and my breasts spill free.
So, I do just that. I lower the fabric from my chest and let them fall out, the weight of them heavy against me.
My nipples turn to peaks from his attention alone.
“Fuck,” Jones breathes out in a rush. “Look at you. No bra?”
I gather courage I never knew I had and cup my breasts into my hands, twisting my nipples with urgency. “God.” My head falls back on a moan before locking on his cloudy greens. “You wanna touch me, Captain? Make me feel good?”
“More than you know, Capri. More than you know.” He draws his bottom lip into his mouth and runs a hand over his scruff. He’s considering his options. I can sense the contemplation coming from him.
“Take it all off. Panties, too.”
I don’t hesitate, loosening my dress and letting the cotton fabric fall to my feet. I make quick work of removing my panties and tossing them to the side, leaving me standing naked before him.
As usual, I fight the side of myself that wants to cover my stomach to hide my stretch marks. But I don’t.
Jones looks at me like nothing can keep him from staring.
It’s just him and me. We could be anywhere in this world, and it would still be the two of us together.
Fuck buddies shouldn’t have the kind of effect on each other that we do. It’s dangerous.
“Worth the wait,” he groans, signaling me over. “Let me see you.”
My stomach lines up with his face as he takes his time admiring the sight of me. It’s not like he didn’t see me last night. Yet, every second is like the first time to Jones.
This is what it feels like to be worshipped.
His calloused hands sweep the length of my curves, leaving no place untouched. “These hips,” he growls, gripping my sides. “So fucking thick and sexy.”
He peppers kisses across my stomach, his thumbs following the lines of my stretch marks. His attention to them would typically make me run, but Jones appreciates them. Mapping out the road lines and how they interconnect.
He makes no move to ask what they’re from. I’m honestly not sure I could tell him.
I feel beautiful for the first time in ages.
“Fuck the seas. How did I get so lucky to be the man with this kind of view?” His nose finds the center of my core and inhales deeply with a groan. “Fucking hell, Capri. I want to devour you.” His tongue sweeps up the center of my pussy, causing my body to spasm, my legs buckling beneath me.
Even after orgasming earlier today, I’m wrung tight.
Not waiting any longer, he stands and pulls me in for a quick kiss before grabbing my dress off the ground. “Lay down for me.”
The command in his voice only makes me want to obey him more. I can’t move fast enough. Jones lays the dress across the limestone, and I take my place.
My nakedness is such a contrast to him fully dressed in front of me.
All it would take is one person to find us out here—find me compromised.
Nothing can stop me from risking it, though.
“I need you naked, Jones. It’s only fair,” I tease.
He chuckles and I can’t help it; I reach for my clit, hoping it’ll encourage him. “Less clothes, please,” I request.
His laugh alone makes me spiral.
He lifts his shirt in one pull, revealing his strong set of abs and tastefully trimmed chest hair. His shorts drop in an instant, leaving him naked and unashamed before me. Thighs carved in strong muscle leading to calves with ropes of strength.
Jones Archer is an adonis. Like a Greek god, chiseled to perfection and aged like fine wine.
His tan skin is without a blemish, sunscreen likely a staple on the yacht most days. He takes care of himself well, and I find that alluring.
“This naked enough for you, sweetheart?” Jones asks me, taking a long stroke of his thick cock.
The swollen shaft before me is intimidating. Yet, my mouth salivates, remembering the taste of his salty cum on my tongue.
“I want you inside of me, Jones. Ruin me. Let me feel you deep.”
I strum my finger over my clit, my breathing seeping out heavy and sharp. I search for a feeling I know I can only get from him.
His green eyes suddenly turn dark, a strong need rushing through him. “Feet up. Spread wide for me, Capri.” He closes in, his eyes following the motion of my spread legs, swollen pussy on display for him.
“Like this?” I ask, getting slightly nervous.
“You’re perfect,” he mumbles. “I can’t wait to fill this tight little cunt.”
Thinking he’ll plunge right in, I’m pleasantly surprised when Jones drops to his knees, lining his face up with my soaked core. “Just one taste first,” he groans, lapping at my center.
I see stars. His feasting of me has my hips rocking and my hand gripping his thick hair, pulling tight. “Oh, god,” I moan.
“Mmmm.” His groan has me ravenous for the chase. He savors the taste of me, taking his time, stroke by stroke.
“I need you. I need you,” I pant.
Patience turns to ferocity as Jones unlatches from my clit and takes my mouth. With the taste of me on his tongue, he kisses me breathless as his cock strokes the outside of my pussy lips.
I need to come.
“You’ve got me, sweetheart. Deep breaths for me, okay?”
I moan, knowing I can take it.
Jones pulls a condom from his back pocket and covers his shaft. It looks painful, and I can’t wait to see him come undone.
A deep breath escapes my lips before he fills me, capping me to the brim and ruining me for all men.
Jones stills for a moment, his eyes falling closed at the sensation of us conjoined. “Too good. It’s too fucking good.”
I moan as his lips pepper kisses along my neck, whispering words of need in my ear. He’s so deep, yet it’s not enough.
“More, Jones. Please.”
“Fuck. Okay, yeah. Stay with me, Capri. Keep those pretty blues on mine.”
His thrusts pick up, railing me with ease. “Yessss.” My cries are louder than anticipated, but I can’t seem to care.
“Gonna fuck this pussy good,” Jones growls, and it sends me over the edge,
He’s relentless, powering through thrusts as my orgasm takes flight. “I’m coming. Oh, god. Yessss.”
“Gonna. Fuck. This. Pussy. Good.” His body leans forward, and his thrusts never let up as he draws my nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck, Capri. You fit me so well.”
I grab his face and kiss him. I kiss him as his release gives way, causing his body to shudder in pure, uninterrupted pleasure.
It’s when his forehead falls to mine that I know he’s finished and spent.
He pecks my lips carefully, righting my chaotic hair into place.
“Thank you,” I tell him, and I mean it. I didn’t expect to be upset by the sudden change in my once-deserted sex life, but I did expect to feel something.
Something that didn’t resemble the feeling coursing through me now.
Contentment.
Refreshment.
Bliss.
“Anytime,” he says, kissing me again. “Let’s feed you.”