Turn Towards the Sun Book Two: After the Rain Read Online Free

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