Italy was gorgeous. Reba, Narvel and Shelby had been there for almost a week, and this was their last night there. They had spent their time sightseeing, visiting monuments, and reveling in the culture and beauty of the city as a family. However, Shelby would spend the last night with his friend Michael and his parents, as he had run into them while touring the city, and was eager to have fun with his buddy. Apparently, they had arrived in Italy the day before, on vacation themselves. This worked out well, as it allowed Reba and Narvel to spend their last day absorbing the romance of Italy as couple.
The couple dined at a private table at an exclusive restaurant, and took a long walk around the city, holding hands, and stopping to kiss each other frequently. By the time they returned to their hotel night had fallen, and the sky was dark. Reba changed into a white sundress, and sat on the bed. Narvel had promised he had a surprise for her, and she couldn't wait to find out what it was.
Reba heard a knock at the door, and quickly walked to open it, revealing Narvel, holding a bouquet of roses. "For you, my love." "Oh!" she exclaimed. "How…I mean…you were just in our suite..." Chuckling, Narvel kissed her softly on the lips, handing her the roses. "I have my ways", he said, winking. Reba placed the flowers in water, then followed her husband out of the room and outside, where a carriage sat, waiting for them. He helped her inside, and then hopped in beside her. "Where are you taking me?" Narvel smiled, and pecked her lips. "You'll see in a minute." They kissed for the rest of the ride.
About 10 minutes later, they arrived at their destination. Narvel helped Reba out of the carriage, paid the driver, and sent him on his way. Looking around, Reba gasped. "Oh, honey! It's the Trevie Fountain….its stunning! I love it. I love you." Reba sat on the edge of the fountain, admiring it. She was so lost in it that she didn't notice Narvel coming up behind her. She jumped in surprise when his arms wrapped around her from behind, and she toppled into the water. She quickly rose to the surface, sputtering and dripping wet. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, and the pair stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. Narvel held out his hand to help her out, but instead of accepting it, Reba smiled her little half moon grin at him and pulled him in too. Chuckling, he rose, and looked at her. He bent to kiss her ear, and whispered "I'm glad you wore white. Everything 'stands out'. Reba blushed, and smacked him on the arm playfully. He grinned, not breaking his gaze from her chest, as her black underwear set was completely visible beneath the white dress. Suddenly seized with passion, he pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely, his tongue begging for entrance. Her dress was rid of quickly, and Narvel stared at her, the black lace contrasting against her pale skin, glowing in the moonlight. He smiled, and buried his head in her cleavage, eliciting a slight moan from the redhead. Teasingly, he removed his wet clothes, making Reba weak with desire. He cupped her jaw, dipping his head in for a kiss. She reached out and stroked his cheek, a fire building inside her belly. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, his gentle hands stroking her skin. Reba moaned, her hands around his neck, nails digging into his skin. Her breasts crushed against his chest, and Narvel emitted a loud groan before quickly ridding her of her panties. He sank into her, laying her on top of him, the cool water lashing around them. They moved in unison, kissing fervently. They stayed there until sunrise, when they gathered their clothes and redressed, glazed happy looks on their faces, basking of the glory of their passionate night.