Turn Towards the Sun Book Two: After the Rain (37 page)

“Can I pay the tab, please?” he asks. “And we should say goodbye to everyone, no? So impatient you are.”

Enzo motions for the waitress to come over, and in spite of numerous objections from our group, he pays the bill. I stand up, antsy to get back to our room. We then spend at least ten minutes saying goodbye to everyone and just when I think we are ready to leave, the chef comes out to talk with us. I act as polite and well-mannered as possible, while we spend another fifteen minutes or so chatting with him.

Finally, we head back to the elevator. As we walk inside, several people get on with us, so we step to the back since we are going all the way to the top. I lean against the wall, anxious to get to our floor, and suddenly feel Enzo’s hand slide down my backside. Slowly, his fingers creep up my thigh and up under my dress. He moves behind me and pulls me against him. Oh shit.

I feel my dress hiking up and freeze. There must be twenty people inside the elevator. It stops at the sixth floor and several people shift around us. Then I feel Enzo’s hand firmly between my legs. Really, with all these people around us?

Enzo holds my shoulder with his free hand. “Be quiet,” he whispers in my ear.

I feel my panties being tugged to one side. No way. Not here. Be careful what you wish for. You asked for this, remember?

His finger slides into me and I gasp. A woman turns and looks at me, but I just smile as though nothing is happening. I feel his breath, hot against my neck, and his teeth gently nibble my skin. I sigh.

Enzo presses into me, his erection rubbing against me. I reach behind me and rub him through his pants. I try to turn around, but he won’t let me. His hand slides up my neck and pulls my head back, just slightly, for a kiss. Even with all these people here, I don’t give a damn. I think I would strip all my clothes off right now if I thought I could get away with it. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

The elevator reaches the thirtieth floor and several more guests get off. Now there are only two people with us. Just as I am about to lose my mind, Enzo removes his hands and tugs my dress back to its proper position. He moves next to me, and appears completely cool and collected. Meanwhile, I’m as flustered as I’ve ever been.

When the elevator stops on the fortieth floor, the couple in front of us turns around and bids us goodnight. We smile politely as the doors close. The second we are alone, Enzo pushes me back against the wall, sliding his tongue into my mouth. His hands roam freely all over my body, caressing every inch. I wrap my leg around his waist, wishing he could finish me off here.

Seconds later, we reach our floor and hurry out to our room. Enzo opens our door and pulls me in, enveloping me in a passionate kiss once more.

“What did you think of that, my love?” he asks.

“Amazingly hot,” I sigh. “There’s only one way it could have been better.”

“Yes, but impossible.”

Enzo grabs my waist and slides down in front of me. “Lift,” he says, tapping my foot. He removes one of my shoes and then the other. It’s so sexy when he undresses me.

“I love you in this dress,” he tells me, huskily.

“Good. Now take it off.”

He grins. “You’re so bossy.”

“I can be when I want something as much as I want you right now.”

He stands and looks me in the eye. “I like that. You can boss me around as much as you like.”

“Oh, is this a power shift? Maybe you need a spanking this time?” Laughing, I smack him playfully on the ass.

Enzo grabs my chin and holds my gaze to his, deadly serious. “If it would please you.” He leans in and sucks my tongue into his mouth, his hands gripping the back of my neck. “Ava, you turn me on so much. I lose all control with you.”

He loses control? I’m putty in his hands.

I wrap my hands in Enzo’s hair and suck his bottom lip into my mouth, biting down just a little. I’m feeling brave, aggressive, and powerful, fueled by too much wine, desire, and my husband’s sweet submission. Reaching down, I squeeze his firm ass in my hands. His body is so amazing, strong and sensual.

“Enzo…”

“What, baby?”

“I need you,” I breathe heavily.

“You have me – all of me. Any way you want me, I’m yours,” he says, drawing me closer to him and kissing every inch of my face, neck and mouth.

“Undress me,” I whisper.

Enzo slides down to the floor, running his hands all over me in the process. He tugs the hem of my dress and lifts it up, slowly, over every curve, until he pulls it over my head. I stand before him wearing my new lingerie purchases, a fiery red, lace bra and thong set, and black thigh-high stockings.

Sliding down to the floor again, Enzo drags his tongue up one of my stocking-covered legs, stopping at the apex of my thighs. He breathes hot air on my skin, blowing softly through my lacy panties. I throw my head back, reveling in the pleasure.

He pulls down my panties, leaving them dangling around my knees, and his tongue finds my aching clit, which he licks softly, running his tongue up and down my engorged sex. Then he rises up, his tongue gliding all the way up my stomach until he sucks a hardened nipple through the fabric of my bra.

“I want to do such dirty things to you, do you know that?” he asks me, his voice raspy and soft.

“You can do whatever you want.”

“Anything?” he asks. A glimmer of mischief appears in his eyes.

“Yes.”

“Then bend over.”

His voice turns strong and demanding, and I love it. I bend down and wait for my next command, my panties still dangling around my knees.

“Grab your ankles,” he instructs.

Ooh, I think I like where this is going.

I grip both my ankles, as best I can. His hands run over my ass and down the back of my thighs.

Oh Lord, I want him so much right now.

“Don’t move,” Enzo commands.

Bending down, he lifts each of my legs to remove the panties and quickly unhooks my bra.

He taps my legs. “Spread.”

I’m breathing hard now, every nerve in my body heightened with desire. Enzo paces around me, dragging his hand over my aroused flesh. I get the sense that I’m not supposed to speak, although he hasn’t actually said that. I feel his presence behind me, silent but imposing. I want to be taken by him, completely controlled. In the bedroom, this works for me.

I hear the sound of his zipper coming down and hold my breath. One hand grips my waist and digs ever so slightly into my skin. His other hand slides between my legs, his fingers dipping sensuously inside me, and I let out a small moan. I feel the head of his erection press against my opening, not entering but teasing me. I push back against him, only to feel the weight of his hand against my backside. Smack!

I exhale suddenly, surprised by the action.

“I said don’t move,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

“What did you say?”

I can’t tell from his voice if he likes it or not. I don’t want to ruin this moment of passion, but it just felt like the right thing to say. Isn’t this what submission looks like? I hold my breath, afraid to speak.

“Say it again.” His tone has changed to one of longing, desire, and love.

“Yes sir.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, and pushes into me, filling me.

There is no tender build-up this time, no gentle grind, just mad, frantic pumping. His hands are the only thing keeping me in an upright position as I grip my ankles, enjoying the intense sensation of his hardness knocking into me, and the sound of our skin slapping together with every move.

“Ah, Jesus, Ava, I’m going to come. I can’t wait.”

“Don’t wait. I want you to. I want to be your pleasure.”

“You are – always. Ah!”

Enzo grabs my hair and pulls my neck back as he pumps into me, forcefully, before stiffening and then releasing into my depths. He quickly lets me go and pulls me up to him, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

“Ava, you’re everything to me,” he says breathlessly between kisses.

“I love you, Enzo, above all else.”

My husband smothers my face in kisses, holding me as close as he ever has. He locks his eyes on mine, those glorious pools of blue.

“I know you love me,” he says. “It’s the best feeling in the world. You are such an incredible woman. It’s staggering.”

I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. Staggering?

“Enzo, I-”

“Shush baby, just let me love you. Let me talk to you like this. Let me get it all out.”

I nod my head and lean my face against his beating heart.

“I was afraid to want that again, but with you it’s so different.”

He’s not making any sense to me. Afraid to want what? I try to look at him, but he holds my head to his chest.

“Babe…?”

“Ava,” he whispers, but says nothing more.

It dawns on me that it is my submission that Enzo is talking about. He wanted it, but was afraid to ask, scared to open up that part of his life again. I guess he was afraid of what it would do to him and to us.

Wrapping my arms around him, I whisper, “We can be everything and anything to each other. We have trust, respect and love. In the bedroom, I can be whatever you need.”

“You are,” he says, nuzzling my hair and kissing the top of my head, “and more.”

After a while, Enzo finally pulls back and lifts my face up to meet his. I reach up and wipe a tear from his cheek. It’s so amazing how emotionally expressive he can be, especially since I spent weeks with his Mr. Stoic alter ego. He leads me to the sofa where we sit naked, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Ava, what we did tonight, from the elevator to just now, was amazingly satisfying for me. I had a hard time processing this, but every time you let me take control, it’s such a turn on for me. I’m just afraid of letting it go too far.”

“It won’t,” I tell him. “First of all, I wanted it just as much as you. But I know that, ultimately, this is coming from a place of respect and mutual satisfaction. You would never treat me poorly, you’re incapable of it. For God’s sake, you offered to let me spank you.” I laugh to try and lighten the mood.

He smiles. “I would do it too, for you, if you said you wanted to.”

“I know, but trust me; I don’t want to spank you. Listen babe, I’ve always considered myself a pretty strong person. I stand up for myself and I know my boundaries. As much as I love you, I wouldn’t let you do anything to me that I didn’t want. I wanted the spanking and the elevator. It was hot. But, don’t get me wrong, you might find yourself on the other side of the silk tie one of these days,” I add with a wink.

He kisses my hand. “Signora, I would willingly let you tie me up and ravish me, happily.”

“See, babe, we are truly equals. There is nothing going on here but love and pleasure. You can be free now. You’re safe here with me.”

“I know. That’s what got to me tonight. I realized what you were doing for me and how good it felt. I realized that you, my beautiful princess, are my safe haven. I surrender to your love for me. That is my submission.”

My heart feels like it might swell up and burst out of my chest. I lean into Enzo and climb into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as I do. I love the man so much that it feels impossible. Can two people really endure this much happiness and love? It feels all-consuming, but in the best way.

“Let’s go to bed,” I say. “I’m tired, a little drunk, and dirty.” I grin and tickle his stomach.

“Shower first?”

“No. Just bed.”

“Come on,” he begs, “you can spare ten more minutes to shower. I need you clean in case I get a midnight craving for your delicious body.”

I laugh. “It’s way past midnight.”

“It is, but you never know when a craving will hit. Up.”

Enzo stands and pulls me up, nearly dragging me into the bathroom. I watch him turn on the shower and lean against the bathroom vanity. I’m exhausted from the drinking, walking, eating, and lovemaking. I just want to hit the sack.

“Amore, are you okay?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes, let’s just wash fast. I’m so tired that I can barely keep my eyes open.”

“Ah, the alcohol is wearing off. Better get you to bed soon.”

We shower quickly with Enzo sweetly washing my body for me as I lean against the tiles. Taking my hand, he leads me out of the water and dries me off. Next, he carries me to the bed and lays be down.

“Buona notte, principessa,” are the last words I hear before I drift into a deep sleep.

15 CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I wake to an empty bed and silence. Rolling over, I glance at the clock. Holy hell, it’s eleven o’clock. Dragging myself out of bed, I stumble into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take care of my bio needs. Despite my wild night, I look refreshed and, thankfully, I feel good. A little eye cream and I’ll be good to go.

Wrapping myself in a robe, I walk into the sitting area and am about to make a pot of coffee when our hotel door opens. Enzo appears carrying two cups and a bag in his hands.