Ah, so he wanted her focus on him. That she could do. "Only you."
He tugged her dress off, letting it pool in a cloud of blue chiffon around her feet. She wore only a pale blue bra and panties set she'd bought just to wear under the bridesmaid dress.
"I like these." He touched the tiny pink rosettes where her bra cups met with a fingertip. "But I like these best of all." He cupped her lush breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples poking against the delicate silk.
Pleasure zinged a direct path from her tightened peaks to her core.
He leaned down and put his mouth over the blue silk, gently nipping and then sucking her nipple through the thin fabric.
Bombarded by sensations she hadn't felt in years, Annette shuddered. She'd tried sex with other men, but had balked at the final hurdle. Their kisses never felt right. Their touch felt too alien on her skin. Ultimately, she simply couldn't share her body with them.
She'd talked to her therapist about that too.
The revelation that she still loved Carlo had not been surprising. Her therapist's suggestion that she give her heart and body all the time she needed to move on had shocked her as it was so antithetical to how her family expected her to handle emotion. Learning that being told to simply forget one father while embracing her uncle as her dad was not in fact okay, had been freeing. Being told by someone that she could take all the time she needed to move on from Carlo had been too.
Annette had stopped trying to be what her family said she should and had simply accepted being herself.
Being herself had gotten her here and that wasn't so bad at all.
Heat suffused her body as he continued stimulating her breasts through the silk of her bra. Suddenly he cupped her bottom with both hands, lifted her, and carried her to the bed.
She landed on her back looking up at Carlo in all his primal masculine glory.
His pupils were blown, his expression dark with sexual need, his big body glowing in the lamplight of the room.
He reached out and touched the rosette right above her feminine mound. "So pretty."
"I like pretty underwear."
"I know." He gave her a slashing grin filled with sexual heat. "I like how they hint at your feminine beauty."
She always used to demur when he said stuff like that, telling him she knew she wasn't beautiful. Now, she soaked it in.
He smiled again. "No denial? I like that too."
"I've matured."
He didn't reply but slid his hands up her thighs and took hold of her underwear waistband. "All right?"
She nodded, wanting to be naked with him more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life, including her parents' affection and approval.
He tugged the blue silk down her thighs slowly, using the time to amp up the sexual tension between them. Annette reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, wanting it off as well.
"Impatient?" Carlo teased as hefinallytugged her panties over her feet and tossed them on the floor behind him.
"Aren't you?" she taunted back.
"Maybe, but I'm going to savor you, Annette. We have all night."
She flung her bra aside. "I don't want to wait all night to have you inside me."
He didn't make her wait that long, but at times it felt like it. Carlo was on a mission to taste and touch every inch of her body, to drive Annette to a gibbering, pleading mess.
Finally, done with the teasing and the slow seduction, she pushed him onto his back. "Condom?" she asked in a tone that she hoped let him know she was done playing.
He grabbed one from under the pillow and Annette put it on him, her hands shaking. But she got it. And then, she took him into her body.
Her climax came almost immediately, causing her body to bow backward and a raw scream to erupt from her throat.