Turn Towards the Sun: Book Three- Forever in Bloom (The Sunflower Trilogy)

by Domenico, Jennifer

  “Mmm, yes, amore,” Enzo whispers against my neck. Suddenly he lifts me and sets me down on the edge of the spa, his hands resting on each of my knees. “Open,” he says, tapping my legs.

  I spread my legs wide and watch as Enzo runs his finger up and down the tender folds of flesh between my legs. He slides it in and twists it around a few times, all the while keeping his eyes locked on mine.

  “You’re wet for me, amore,” Enzo says. My eyes open wide as he removes the finger from me and sucks it into his mouth. Fucking sexy.

  “Did you expect otherwise, my prince?”

  “I’ve waited so long to taste you again. I crave you, my love, like an addict craves drugs.” Enzo lowers his head and drags his tongue up the inside of my thigh, softly nibbling my skin as he does. Then his tongue plunges inside of me. Throwing my head back, I twist my fingers in his hair and lean back to allow him complete access to me. I soak in the pleasure caused by his mouth, his tongue French kissing the deepest part of me. Before I know it, I start to feel the pressure building deep within me, that delicious pressure that means my favorite part is coming. Once again, Enzo is about to rock my world. He lifts my legs and rests them against his shoulders and I’m completely absorbed in the pleasure his mouth brings me. As my orgasm hits, I press harder against his face. He sucks my clit hard, causing me to sink my fingernails into his shoulders. I try to push away, but he holds me tight until he is finished with me. All I can do is give in to the tremendous bliss coursing through me and wait for the manic energy to subside. Just as I start to regain my breath, Enzo rises out of the water and slides into me, causing me to gasp. He feels bigger than he ever has and I am filled with him.

  His hand grips the back of my neck to support me and before long he’s pulled us both back into the water, somehow staying inside of me. I rock my body against his, the hot water that surrounds us undulating in soft waves over our bodies. Holding on tight, I reach down and rub my clit, begging my body to bring me to climax one more time. Enzo starts bucking his hips, which causes me to bounce up and down on his amazing cock, hitting me in just the perfect spot.

  “Oh fuck, Enzo,” I call out.

  “Yes, amore, fuck me. Ride me hard. Get everything you need.”

  “I do, Enzo. Need. You. I do.” My words come out in almost a stutter.

  Enzo pulls me close and kisses me hard. “Look at me, Ava.”

  I gaze into my husband’s eyes and am shocked by the intensity in them. “I need you. I need you. This is more than want. Do you understand me?”

  I nod my head.

  “Do you?”

  “Yes, Enzo. I do.”

  His body seems to respond to my words and I feel every muscle in his body tense against me. His cock twitches hitting me perfectly to send me over the edge one more time. I pull his hair as I scream out his name, not giving a damn if the neighbors can hear us. His grip on me loosens as we move softly together in the water. Enzo’s hands run down over my breasts, gently squeezing and sucking each one into his mouth, before pulling out of me.

  “That was unbelievable, Enzo. You are amazing. Absolutely amazing.”

  Enzo rubs his thumb against my cheek. “It is you that is amazing. You are my inspiration. You make my life so full and rich. You are mine, Ava, and you are everything.”

  I slide off Enzo’s lap and lean back against the spa seating. The timer on the pool lights comes on, illuminating the water, just as the backyard lights switch on. The trees around us flicker with tiny little white lights creating a very romantic ambiance. Right now, this is my favorite place on earth.

  “Are you getting wrinkly fingers yet, my love?” Enzo asks.

  Lifting my hand out of the water, I nod and smile. “Yep.”

  “We should get out,” he says, but makes no effort to move.

  “Yeah, we should. Cassie and Chris will be home eventually.”

  “We don’t have any towels.”

  “No we don’t.”

  “Last one to the shower is a, come si dice, a rotten apple?” Enzo tries.

  “I believe you mean rotten egg and you’re on!” Grabbing the edge of the spa, I lift myself up, but Enzo grabs my waist and pulls me back in as he climbs out. Laughing, he lifts me out and we race back inside, butt naked and hoping we don’t run into our housemates. Maximus barks and chases us down the hallway to our room. Once in our room, Enzo scoops me up, lifting me effortlessly off my feet and plops me down on the bed. I’m overcome with joy and can’t stop laughing. Enzo covers me with his body, stroking my hair off my face.

  “You have no idea how happy your laughter makes me, Ava.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “I’m not done with you yet.”

  “I hope not. I hope you never are.”

  “Never, amore.”

  Enzo presses his lips to mine, absorbing me once more in his amazing kiss.

  THE SOUND OF the office phone ringing breaks the silence as Enzo and I sit in his study making plans for the upcoming work week. It’s so odd for the phone to ring on a Sunday. I look up with interest as Enzo answers.

  “This is Enzo.” I watch as he nods and his face lights up from whatever he is hearing. “That is wonderful. Thank you very much for the phone call. I look forward to it.” He places the phone in the receiver then flashes his gorgeous smile at me. “That was Meghan Bouchard from the International Design Professionals Institute. I’ve been named the International Architect of the Year and Disegno Inc. was named International Design house.”

  “Enzo, that’s wonderful!” I jump up from my seat and throw my arms around his neck. “You must be so pleased.”

  “Yes, very.”

  “Have you received this honor before?”

  “No. Last year I was named as a finalist, but lost out to Jacques Renault of La Maison de Renault- a truly worthy adversary.”

  “But you beat him this year?”

  “Yes, I did. I wouldn’t say beat though. It’s not a competition. I just out produced Jacques this year.”

  “You are so worthy of this award. You’ve worked hard and I’m so proud of you.”

  “Thank you, my love. It means so much to me to win it now, with you in my life.” He reaches up and brushes my bangs from my face. “I can’t wait for the day when it is you that is winning awards and me smiling at you as you accept. We make an excellent team, amore.”

  “In all things.”

  “Yes.”

  “When are the awards?”

  “Two weeks from now in Las Vegas. Would you like to stay at the Arabesque again?”

  “Absolutely!”

  “Good. I’ll call and make reservations and then I’ll call Francesca. Only two of us can go so I hope she understands that it will be you and I.”

  “Oh,” I say, and pop my bottom lip. “That doesn’t seem right. Checca has done so much on the design side. Maybe the two of you should go together. I’ll be sad missing it, but I don’t mind.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. You are my wife. How odd would it be for me to be there with my sister instead of you? Prior to meeting you, yes that would make sense. But now, it’s out of the question. Francesca will be rewarded some other way.”

  “If you say so.”

  “I say so.” He picks up his phone and dials her number. I listen to him explaining the award to her. I sit back in my chair as he tells her that we’ll be attending. If I know Francesca, she’ll be fine with it. It’s me that feels bad about it. Still, I’m super excited for him and can’t wait to see him accept the award.

  “Perfetto, Checca. See you soon,” Enzo says before hanging up the call. “We’re taking Checca and Eduardo out to dinner tonight to celebrate.”

  “Is she sad that she can’t attend?”

  “No, in fact she wouldn’t have it otherwise. Francesca does not crave the spotlight or accolades. She wants recognition for a job well done, but unlike me, she is satisfied receiving it from the public. I am the glutton that wants it from every direction.” He smile
s as he says the last line.

  “You are hardly gluttonous when it comes to the spotlight. You keep your private life on lock down.”

  “My private life I protect fiercely because it’s mine and it has nothing to do with my work. My professional life is open for all to see. The more interest the better, no?”

  “Of course. What will you do next? So, after La Bellissima and the hotels in Italy, what is next? What keeps a man like you excited and engaged?”

  “You keep me excited.” He lifts my shirt and plants a soft kiss on my exposed belly. “I haven’t thought about my next project. It will come to me eventually. Maybe I’ll take some time off to spend with my wife and our future baby. Who knows what is next for us.”

  I run my fingers through his thick black hair enjoying the feeling of his soft lips and stubble across my stomach. “I can’t imagine you not working, even for a little while.”

  “It will be a few years more at least. Italy will take a long time. Perhaps, we’ll spend some time over there while we complete the hotels.”

  “That would be lovely.”

  “Yes, lovely.” Enzo’s hands slide down my back and rest on my backside.

  “You know what else would be lovely right now, babe?”

  “Tell me.”

  “A car ride.”

  “Now?” he asks, looking up at me.

  “Now. Of course, we don’t actually have to go anywhere,” I say with a wink.

  Enzo grins. “That’s an excellent idea. We can check out the many features the car provides and see how comfortable the seats are.”

  “Andiamo?” I ask.

  “Absolutely.”

  We walk down the hall together and out to the garage. It’s a bit too warm in the garage so Enzo fires it up and backs out.

  “I know a spot we can go. I’ve been eyeing it since I picked out this house location. Another Ava fueled fantasy is about to take place.”

  “Mmm, I love when I can be a part of your fantasies.”

  “You are not a part of them, you are the fantasy.”

  Enzo grins and drives down a street that looks like it ends nowhere. As we drive, the street turns from paved to dirt and I wonder just where he is taking me. He turns left and pulls up to a small patch of land. It doesn’t look like much from where I sit, but I’m open minded enough to find out what Enzo sees in it.

  “Come, amore.”

  I climb out of the car and walk up the small embankment. Looking up, I see that we’ve gone up a hill of sorts and we have a really nice view of the city below us. It’s pretty and peaceful up here and now I know why he likes it.

  Leaning back against the nearby Palo Verde tree, I ask, “How did you know this spot was here?”

  “I was lost one day trying to find my property. I arranged to meet my realtor here, but took a wrong turn and ended up here. I fell in love with the peace and quiet of it, but it’s not for sale. It belongs to the city.”

  “You tried to buy it?”

  “Of course.”

  I grin and take his hand, sliding it up under my blouse. “This is the perfect place to make love to me. That car and this view sound like a good time to me.”

  Enzo unbuttons my blouse and plants kisses along my shoulder. “Any place that I can make love to you sounds like a good time to me.” Taking my hand, he leads me back to the car. Opening the door, he lowers the passenger seat back into a lying position.

  He starts to unbutton his linen shirt, so I go to work on his shorts quickly unzipping them and letting them fall to the ground. I push him back gently so that he knows I want him to be the one lying down, not me.

  He grins and takes his position while I finish removing my clothing in a slow teasing style. First I pull my skirt down and kick it off once it hits my ankles. Then I twirl around, shaking my ass at him and running my fingers under the waistband of my white lace panties. I slide each bra strap down, but don’t remove the bra just yet. I’d like to drag this tease out just a bit longer.

  Enzo’s eyes focus on my every movement and he begins to rub the growing erection between his legs. “Signora, you should stop teasing me like that. I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

  “Is that a threat or a promise?” I tease. “You know I love your promises.” I reach around behind me and unhook my bra, then run my hands over my breasts and down my stomach.

  “Jesus, Ava,” Enzo murmurs. “Come closer.”

  I take two tiny steps closer. “Like this?”

  Enzo reaches out and pulls my arm towards him. “No, like this,” he says and drags his tongue up my stomach.

  “Take those off,” I whisper as his hand rubs me through my panties. “No more teasing.”

  “Happily,” he whispers, his voice sexy and raspy. I love how his voice changes when he’s turned on. Every. Single. Time.

  Enzo leans back against the car seat and I straddle him, before sliding down over his impressive cock. I close my eyes as he slides in deeper and deeper, filling me to capacity. I exhale slowly and lower myself down even more, balancing myself on his shoulders. His eyes focus on mine as we begin to move slowly together. Enzo’s lips seem on the verge of words but he says nothing.

  “What is it, Enzo? Do you want to say something to me?”

  “I do but…” He stops speaking and nuzzles his face against my breasts, sucking my hardened nipples into his mouth.

  “But what?” I ask as low moans escape my lips.

  “I want to say such dirty things to you. I want to talk about your body and the way you feel inside and the way you make me feel. I want to tell you, in the most vulgar manner, what you do to me.”

  My eyes open in surprise. Enzo has never even remotely been vulgar towards me. It’s an intriguing idea to say the least. “Why don’t you then?”

  “Because you are my wife. You deserve my adoration and respect not my vulgarity.”

  “Enzo,” I whisper as I lean down and kiss his nose. “After all this time, don’t you think I know that your love and respect for me is without exception? If you have something you want to say, just say it. I can handle it and you’ve got my curiosity piqued. How does Enzo Milano sound talking dirty?” I smile in a way I hope is encouraging.

  “Signora… Ava,” he whispers again. “You make me crazy. I lose all self-control in your presence.” He grips the flesh of my hips and lifts up a bit, grinding into me. I swear I can feel him in every part of me. “I fucking love you so much I can’t think straight sometimes.”

  “Tell me, tesoro. Say whatever you want to say.”

  “This,” he says and rubs my clit roughly. “This is fucking heaven. Being inside of you is my paradise. Your body is my church and I worship at your alter.”

  “Why do you love my body so much, Enzo? Tell me.” I want to encourage him to talk more. It’s turning me on and I know he has more in him.

  “It’s perfect. You are the perfect shape. Your skin is like velvet. These…” he says as he sucks each nipple into his mouth again, “are like a sculpted Roman goddess. Your lips, your eyes, your ass- all so perfect. I simply cannot get enough of you.”

  “What else do you like, baby? I want to hear you say it.”

  Enzo’s blue eyes shift up to mine as a seductive grin spreads across his lips. “What do you want to hear me say, amore? How dirty do you want me to be?”

  “Very. The dirtiest you can. There is a certain word that starts with a P that I would really love to hear you say to me.”

  “Are you kidding?”

  “Nope.” To make my point I push my hips into his, burying him deeper within me. I know neither of us is going to last much longer so I really hope I can coerce him just once to say it. I don’t even know why I want him to. It’s not a word that has ever turned me on in the past. I think it’s just the thrill of hearing my extremely polished and cultured husband utter such a crass word.

  Enzo’s eyes lock on mine as he moves within me. “I love being inside you- so soft, so wet. I love the way our bod
ies fit together. I especially love the way you taste and your scent is the only perfume you need.” He reaches down and rubs me softly.

  I feel his hand pull my head closer as he stares in my eyes. “You know what I really love?” I shake my head no. He leans in and whispers in my ear the word I longed to hear him say.

  It has an odd effect on me, causing a new wave of heat and desire to gush through me. Throwing my head back, I rock against him as Enzo continues to whisper all sorts of sexy naughtiness in my ear- some in English and some in Italian. It’s fucking hot. I dig my nails into his back and cry out as my orgasm hits. My own lips call out a string of dirty words as I come back down from the peak of pleasure.

  “Mmm, your words, Ava, as beautiful as you are,” Enzo murmurs as his mouth finds mine in a sensual kiss.

  We move together as our bodies slow. I realize I wasn’t even aware if Enzo climaxed. “Babe, did you finish?” I ask, breathlessly.

  “The minute I uttered that word to you. Your reaction to it was most unexpected.”

  “For me too. I’ve never liked the word, but coming from you it was hot. Anything you say is hot.”

  “It pleases me that you think so.”

  “Don’t ever hold back with me, Enzo. Didn’t we learn in Vegas that we can be what the other needs 100%? We have no restrictions or boundaries between us.”

  “I know. I don’t even know where the desire came from to speak to you in that way. You cause all sorts of reactions in me. I didn’t see it coming.”

  “Just let it come out.”

  “I will. You did a good job coaxing it out of me.”

  “That’s my job,” I say, grinning.

  He looks down at our sweaty, heaving bodies. “We didn’t bring a towel with us did we?”

  “No. The trouble with spontaneity.”

  “Indeed. We’ll just have to make do.” He reaches forward and picks his boxers off the floorboard of the car. “These will do.”

  Laughing, I ask, “What will you wear home?”

  “I’m afraid I will have to go without until we get back.”

  “I will do the same then. Solidarity!”

  Enzo laughs. “The idea of you sitting there with nothing under that skirt is very appealing.”