The hustle and bustle of the square in front of the cathedral was made all the more intense by the midday sun. Milan was a place full of beautiful people, expensive taste and lots of noise. The glorious smells of fresh tomatoes, bread and garlic hung in the air tempting people inside the many exquisite eateries and well stocked wine bars.
On this day, however, Nicole had little interest in eating, drinking or even browsing the many designer boutiques that were scattered around the Duomo. She glanced over at her husband who, although 12 years her senior, looked as handsome and charismatic as he had done all those years ago when they had first visited this enchanting place. She had only been 21 at the time and her cheeks began to rouge at the memory of what they had got up to that first time in the building that stood before them, imposing and architecturally beautiful. Marcus glanced down at her knowingly, a smile on his face and a glint in his eye that as ever was able to burn through to her without the need for voicing his thoughts. They nodded in agreement at one another, could they possibly make it better this time?
She wore a pale green cotton dress, carefully chosen that morning as he'd been showering in the Mandarin hotel. She had chosen matching underwear in his favourite hue of green too. It contrasted with her long fiery red hair and delicately tanned, freckled skin but she knew that it had always made him putty in her hands when she wore it, green a sign for "come and get me..." and on cue as they entered the cool and eerie silence of the cathedral her nipples became visible in insolent peaks against the loose dress which loosely flowed to the floor. He walked closely behind her and as he bent his head he growled huskily behind her ear causing the spot between her thighs to moisten in honest anticipation.
"You before me this time sexy" he uttered as his right hand planted itself forcefully on the small of her back. Nervously glancing around, she hoped that the few people milling around looking at the artifacts and the alter didn't notice as they disappeared into the confessional box at the side of the chapel. Certain that they hadn't been seen he abruptly picked her up and planted her on a ledge, making sure that the material of her dress was washed around her hips enabling the flesh of her ample derriere to feel the coolness of the hard and well-polished marble. "Not here! Not now! What if someone comes in?" she rasped under her breath anxiously trying to keep his head from journeying south as she placed her delicately manicured fingertips on the nape of his tanned neck tempting him to kiss her lips in an upright position. He kissed her hungrily yet his hazel eyes burnt through to hers in a way that let her know that there was no way that she was leaving this place until he had returned the favour that she had initiated all those years ago.