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.