Turn Towards the Sun Book Two: After the Rain Read Free Page B

make me happy too,” I say.
    Enzo carries me into the bedroom and lays me down on the bed. “I want to make love to you wearing this,” he says, stroking the material of my gown.
    I want him to see the lingerie I’m wearing, but I’ve got to admit that his suggestion is sexy. “Alright,” I reply.
    “I’m going to make love to you, slowly. Then I’m going to take all of this off you and make love to you again. I hope you have enough energy left for me.”
    A rush of joy flows through me. Enzo slides his hands up my gown, pushing the silky material around my waist. My heels are still on and that only adds to my excitement.
    Reaching the top of my thighs, he sees my garter belt and stockings. “Minchia, che bella,” he murmurs.
    I know what that means and a smile spreads across my face. Mission accomplished. “You can take my panties off and leave the garters in place.”
    He smiles and slides my white, lace panties down, pulling them over my heels. “Ava,” he whispers as his eyes soak me in.
    I open my legs and pull Enzo towards me by his tie. Pressing against me, he kisses me, absorbing me into his energy. He is fully dressed, and I can’t think of anything hotter than this right now. When he tries to pull away, I hold him to me.
    “Just undo your pants. Leave your tux on,” I tell him.
    He grins and unzips his trousers. Anticipation builds in me. I already know how amazing lovemaking is with this man, but this time I’m his wife. His wife.
    Enzo prepares to enter me, but stops and holds my face in his hands. “Ready, Mrs. Milano?” he asks.
    I sigh. “Yes, more than ready.”
    Enzo pushes into me, and I revel in the fullness spreading through my loins. He is my husband. My husband is making love to me.
    He grinds into me slowly, tenderly, holding me so close I can barely breathe. The sound of my dress rustling fills my ears. I love this man so much that it almost pains me. He is silent, except for his breathing, which is the only sound he makes.
    “Enzo, my love,” I whisper into his ear.
    He is still silent, holding me tight and pumping into me. I pull him closer and wrap my legs around his back.
    I hold my eyes to his. “Talk to me, Enzo.”
    “Ava… I have so much to say.” He pushes deeper into me. “I can’t think of the words… love isn’t strong enough for what I feel. It’s more than that.” He holds my face in his hands again and stares deep into my eyes. “Do you understand me?”
    “Yes, baby, I do.”
    I really do. Love doesn’t seem descriptive enough for these feelings flowing through us. No matter what happens, I know I will always love this man, and he will always love me. I feel his movements quicken and know he’s about to release. I can’t think of anything else right now, but the pleasure being shared between us.
    “Oh, Ava,” he breathes as his body tenses and hot liquid fills my insides. He slows and lies quietly on top of me.
    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