Turn Towards the Sun Book Two: After the Rain (3 page)

Enzo squeezes me tight and I stroke his hair softly. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

He looks down at me; his eyes a dark shade of blue that I’ve never seen before. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just so in love with you. I can’t believe you’re my wife. I didn’t know I could be this happy, and I’m staggered by it.”

Enzo is still inside me, and I couldn’t feel any closer to him in this moment. He squeezes me once more. “I almost lost you today,” he whispers.

“Shush babe, please. I don’t want to talk about that anymore. You didn’t lose me. I’m here and I always will be. I understand how you feel. It seems impossible to love you this much.”

“I know. It does seem impossible, but it’s all real. You are my life, Ava.”

Enzo’s lips meet mine, hungry and possessive, devouring me in passion. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, better than this man’s kiss. His body starts to move against me again. He hasn’t pulled out and I feel the hardness growing between my legs once more.

“Bellissima, bellissima. Ti amo tanto, tanto.”

I grind against him, wanting to pull his whole body inside of me. He lifts my hips off the bed and places my heels on his shoulders. “These shoes are very sexy, amore,” he breathes, running his tongue up my stockinged leg.

“You’re very sexy, Enzo,” I pant, as he continues pushing into me.

He responds by lifting my hips higher, allowing him to hit the perfect spot. This feels so good. I claw at my breasts through the silk of my dress.

“Tell me, Ava. Tell me how good it is.”

Enzo pushes deeper into me, and I feel the sharp pressure of a building orgasm.

“Perfect… you… are…” I can barely get the words out as the desire to come is so strong.

“Come for me, Ava,” he says in his raspy, demanding voice, which always pushes me over the edge in its sexiness.

And then it hits me. “Oh, Enzo,” I gasp as the deepest, hardest orgasm rips through my body. I rock against him as he continues to pound into me, reaching his second climax.

“Jesus, Ava.” He slumps against me. “How do you do this to me?” He is silent for a moment and then slides off me. “Let’s get out of these clothes.”

I stand and steady myself, lightheaded from the intense passion between us. Enzo moves behind me to unzip my dress, helping me to step out of it. I flush a bit when I think of the dry cleaner having to deal with the messy remnants of our lovemaking. But I’m sure I’m not the first bride whose husband couldn’t wait.

“Bath?” he asks.

I watch Enzo’s elegant movements as he removes his tux. It’s late and I’m so tired, but a bath sounds really good.

“Sure.”

I stand in front of him, wearing just my wedding bustier and garter stockings. Enzo stares at me with his lips parted.

“You’re stunning, Ava. So stunning,” he says, sliding his hands along the lacy material. “My wife…” He nuzzles my neck. “Here, let me help you,” he adds, unhooking the back of the bustier. Removing it, he studies me for a moment, before moving down my legs to remove my shoes. He unclips my stockings, sliding each one off, and plants a sweet kiss on my belly as he does.

As Enzo walks into our luxurious bathroom and starts the bath water, I sit down naked on our bed and reflect on my life. It’s almost unbelievable how quickly it has changed. I remember Gabby calling it a fairytale. It really is, except my Prince Charming is very real. What a whirlwind it has been. I can only hope that more joy and excitement, with a little less drama, is on its way.

I pad into the bathroom to find Enzo pouring scented oil into the tub.

“Do you want to take your hair down?” he asks, as he walks towards me and strokes the back of my neck.

There must be a hundred bobby pins holding my hair in place. I nod and start the task of removing them.

“I want to take them out. Let me take care of you, Ava, the way I want to.”

I remain silent while he removes the pins.

Enzo runs his fingers through my wavy hair. “Your hair is so beautiful. Everything about you is amazing.” He kisses my neck and runs his hands down my bare back. “Let’s get in.”

Enzo is so attentive and loving that I feel worshiped. He seems to want to take care of every need of mine and every desire – even the things I can easily do for myself.

My thoughts drift back to earlier today and how I had to talk Enzo out of feeding me at the reception. It felt too intimate with so many people watching. Part of me thinks his attention is the most incredible feeling in the world. Still, a nagging part of me worries that I could lose myself in all of this. I step into the hot water and sink down. He quickly joins me; his muscular body swishing the water around me.

“Enzo…?” I stop, unsure of what to say.

He looks up with his eyes burning with love for me. “I know what you’re thinking. I do. Don’t be afraid.”

My eyes widen in surprise. How does he do that? Perhaps I don’t have the poker face I thought I had. “I’m not afraid. It’s just that–”

Enzo cuts me off. “Don’t you think I know you by now? Don’t you think I can read those luscious caramel eyes of yours? I know when you’re thinking too much. I know when the doubt creeps in. I know I scare you sometimes, but I’m here to take care of you, and that’s what I’m going to do.” He strokes my legs, which surround him. “I nearly failed today, but you can trust that I never will again.”

“You did not fail and I’m just worried that somehow I could get lost in you.” There, I said it.

“What would be so wrong with that? I’m already lost in you, my love.”

“No, you’re not. You’re still Enzo. You have the most commanding presence, and even more so now, actually. I don’t want to just be ‘Enzo Milano’s wife’ with no identity of my own.”

His face falls, and his eyes fill with sadness.

Shit. I wish I could suck those words back into my mouth.

“Being my wife has nothing to do with your identity. It has everything to do with my love and commitment to you. It is not some burden you have to deal with.” His voice switches from sadness to coldness in a heartbeat.

I realize this is not going as I planned and that I’m about to seriously mess up my wedding night. I need to fix this fast. Don’t open your smart mouth, Ava, until you can say the right thing. I sink down lower into the water, but my husband averts his eyes.

“Enzo, please look at me.”

He doesn’t, so I rise up, climb in between his legs and kiss his neck. “You know I love you more than anything, and being married to you is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. It’s not a burden to be your wife. I think you just don’t understand how incredible you are, how powerful your presence is, and how I feel absorbed by you. I think you don’t know the effect you have on me. I’m not even sure you understand how deep the depths of my love for you are. When I say these things, Enzo, I’m being honest. We must always be honest with each other.”

He shifts his eyes to me briefly, but looks away again.

I continue. “Just four months ago, I lived in a different state and was getting over a broken heart. I had a vision of how my future was going to be. I had a job and an apartment, and I was going to take care of myself. Then I met you, and my life was turned upside down in the best possible way. Your love healed me and opened me to possibilities I never imagined.”

Enzo finally looks at me, his eyes softening with love.

“But it’s a lot to take in.” Tears slide down my cheeks. I need him to understand how much I love him. “I love you so much, Enzo. I just want to make sure that I don’t lose the person that I am because of my desire to please you.”

Finally, he pulls me to him and squeezes me tight. “I understand, amore, I do.”

I look into his eyes. “Do you really, Enzo?”

“Yes, I do. I can’t, and won’t, stop treating you like my princess. We’ll figure out how it will work for both of us. I can’t stop showing you the love I feel inside. I would burst if I tried.”

He kisses me and I collapse in his arms. My body shudders with tears as the emotional release of the day’s events bubble to the surface. I cry and he soothes me, stroking my hair. I can’t begin to describe how I feel inside.

“Bella, let’s go to bed now,” he says.

Enzo pulls me from the water and dries my body. We climb into bed and I finally feel myself calming down. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his breathing. His heart beats against my cheek.

“Ava, look at me.”

I twist my face to look at his.

“We’re the same person. My heart beats when yours does, remember?”

I nod and rub the ring on my right hand.

He smiles. “We have so much to learn about each other, but we have our entire lives to do it. You have all the freedom you need to be who you are, but you have to understand the way I show my love to you is what I have to do. It won’t change. You have no idea of the pleasure and satisfaction I get from taking care of you. Believe it or not, I actually do restrain myself at times.” He strokes my cheek as he speaks and his eyes relax into cooling pools of blue.

It doesn’t surprise me at all that he holds back. I can’t be mad or worried about my identity at all in this moment. I am worried how much security will be in my life after what happened today, but I decide to wait and deal with that when the time comes.

I look over at him gazing at me, knowing that he is an amazing man. Yes, he is intense, but he’s honest and lavishes me in love. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want this? I just need time to figure out my place. In the meantime, I will soak in his love.

He kisses my neck. “I want to pleasure you again, amore.”

I let out a small giggle. “Yes, please.”

“How do you want me?”

I adore how he asks me questions like this. “Baby, I want to explore every inch of your gorgeous body, and I want you to do the same to me. I want to make love until the sun comes up.”

Enzo laughs. “Sounds delicious, bella. You do know we have a flight in the morning that we need to make?”

“Yes, a very long flight. We’ll sleep on the plane, no?” I grin at him.

He doesn’t respond, but simply returns my gaze. “I love the look on your face right now. I would do anything you asked me to do. You know that, right?”

“Oh yes, my prince,” I reply. “I know, and right now I’m asking you to ravish me.”

“As you wish.” A seductive smile crosses Enzo’s lips, which makes me want to jump him. “I want this to be as slow and luxurious as possible. I want to find every little spot and crevice on your body, and when I find it, I’ll kiss it.” He plants a soft kiss on my cheek. “Or maybe I will suck it.” He sucks gently on my neck. “Or lick it.” He drags his tongue along my flesh. “But I will find it.”

My only response is a girlish giggle. He slides down my body and pushes open my legs, causing chills to run over me. I lay back and wait for the delight that I know is coming. Lovemaking with Enzo is such a mind-blowing experience. He knows the right amount of pressure, softness and intensity to apply at any given moment.

I keep my eyes on him as he gently spreads open the folds of my labia, inhaling my scent as he does. I love when he does that. The tip of his tongue flicks across my sex, showering special attention on my pulsating clitoris. His teeth nibble the insides of my thighs while his strong hands caress my skin. I squirm beneath him with impatient passion.

“Mmm, you want this, amore? You want my tongue inside you?”

“Yes.” I speak through heavy breath. “Please.”

“All you have to do is tell me, you know that.” He grins as he runs a finger up and down my hot slit.

“Please, baby, I want your tongue.”

Enzo doesn’t speak, but plunges his tongue inside me. It’s like a sensuous French kiss between my legs, alternating between soft and hard pressure, gentle and forceful sucking, licking and fingering. Holy shit, this feels good.

He hovers over my clit, blowing hot air and swirling his tongue around it. Spreading my legs even further apart, he buries his face deeper between them. I twist my fingers through his hair, my chest heaving with desire.

“I want you to come, Ava. Come for me, bella,” he whispers between licks.

I grind against his face in response, which only encourages him to plunge his tongue in deeper. He adds a finger and then another, coaxing me to orgasm. I let out a loud moan.

“Ah yes, amore, come for me. Come for your husband.” Enzo’s eyes are focused on my face as he continues pumping and sucking me to the edge of ecstasy.

“Oh my… oh… it feels so… ah, a-maz-ing, baby… oh, Enzo…yes, yes, oh… please.”

My body writhes on the bed under his masterful tongue and fingers. My stomach clenches and the sharp feeling of an impending orgasm permeates my entire being. I dig my fingers into his shoulders.

“Oh, God, oh yes, baby… yes!”

My orgasm rocks the epicenter of my core more intensely than ever before. Pleasure washes over me as the feeling of sweet release pours out. My body shakes with joy, pleasure and pure love for the man responsible for this amazing feeling. I continue rocking against him as his finger slows inside me and my breathing returns to normal.

A satisfied smile graces Enzo’s face as he hovers above me. “You are so beautiful when you come,” he says, “but I’m not done with you yet. I need to be inside you. I need to feel you. Can you handle more of me?”