Smiling, she rejoined him on the bed. "Good morning." She gave him a heated once over. "I have plans."
"For me?" he asked, desire thick in his voice, and his grey gaze filled with sensual need.
She returned the look with interest. "For us both."
His smile stole her breath, but not her ability to move. She pressed her naked body right up against that of her husband. The man she had always craved and would always love.
He slashed a smile at her. "You look like the cat that got the cream."
"Do I?"
"Sì,"he growled and then he kissed her, all possessive demand.
She kissed him back the same way, laying claim to the only man she'd ever really wanted to. The kiss went on for minute after minute, while they ate at each other's lips, the slide of his tongue against hers tantalizing and sensual. Their bodies pressed tightly together, his strong arms circling around her, holding her close.
Annette buried her hands in his hair, needing his head to stay just where it was, craving this kiss as she'd never craved another.
Even with him.
They were married. She hadn't thought that would make any difference to this, to sex.
Only, somehow, it did. She felt a confidence that often eluded her, a sense of belonging, a certainty of connection. They hadn't married for love, but her sense of connection with him went to the very core of her soul.
Finally, she could wait no longer to touch him in all the ways she yearned for, and she broke the kiss.
He resisted at first when she wanted to pull away, but then he let her go.
She slid back just a little and smiled at him with a sense of feminine power. "Trust me."
His eyes narrowed, but he nodded his proud Sicilian head nearly imperceptibly.
She smiled again, but then she leaned down and began to kiss along his neck, using her teeth gently to increase the sensation for him.
"Bèdda mia,"he groaned.
She liked when he called her beautiful. She liked it even more when he added the possessivemiato it.
Taking her time, Annette mapped her new husband's body with her mouth and hands, touching him in ways she knew excited him, and taking note of spots heretofore unknown that elicited masculine groans of excitement.
Her body had brushed against his rigid sex over and over, but she had not touched it directly yet. She didn't want to simply touch.
Annette wanted to taste. This wasn't something she'd done much of, not out of distaste, but she'd been insecure in her technique.
This morning, she decided technique did not matter. She wanted to taste, so she would.
Carlo nearly came off the bed when Annette lapped at the tip of his penis with delicate little licks. Her hands were wrapped around his erection, making subtle movements up and down. Not enough to send him over the precipice, and he was grateful for that. Enough to turn a hardon into steel though.
Her mouth popped over his sex, taking him into her moist heat and Carlo shouted. The loud sound didn't shock her into stopping, but increased her efforts at exciting him. She'd taken him in her mouth before, but never with this abandon. Something had changed, but he was too excited to try to figure out what. Perhaps it was as simple as being husband and wife.
Ecstasy flowed through him, and he knew he was close. No matter how much she might be enjoying herself, he wasn't going to climax in her mouth.
His sweet wife was not ready for that. Many women never enjoyed the taste of a man's ejaculate.
Carlo pressed against Annette's shoulders. "Stop,cara mia."
CHAPTER 18
Annette ignored his demand, sucking at his sex with delightful enthusiasm.