Ana’s POV

    “Yes,” I whispered. I’m more than ready to be his. He kept rubbing himself against me, my still sensitive nub reacting each time he rubbed across it. I felt sexy remembering how his eyes took me in once he had my clothes off. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious. The way he looked at me, like he had never seen a more beautiful woman, made me more confident.

    I liked how surprised he was at my ivory set. If he liked this one, he was really going to flip for the other sets I brought with me. I bought them with his pleasure in mine. Men are visual creatures. I wanted to distract him from the areas that might not be as firm or toned as the women he was used to. Seeing his bare chest made me want to wrap myself around him and never let go. I knew he was in good shape. I felt him against me during themercial.

    But knowing and seeing were two totally different things.

    I was bracing myself for the pain, but instead he kissed me. A kiss filled with longing and love. One that told me that he wanted me to be ready, and that he would wait. His eyes looked into mine, and I smiled and said, “Yes, Charlie. I’m ready.”

    This time louder. Gwen and Emily had both told me what to expect. That the pain would be gone quickly, and after that, nothing but pleasure. I hadn’t wanted to have that talk with my mother. She had wanted me to wait, but I was twenty-seven. She probably thought I had long given up on waiting for someone. She probably thought I had slept with Roger. I was very d that I had taken her advice and waited. I wanted Charlie like I’ve never wanted anyone else.

    I hadn’t looked at him; I knew it would probably make me more anxious. I felt him as he entered me slowly. He was thick, and I felt full. I also felt like he wouldn’t fit. When he reached my barrier, he pulled back and then pushed forward harder this time. It was just a sting, and he had waited until I looked up at him and nodded.

    He started moving his hips again. I didn’t even realize it when I spread my legs wider. He took my unspoken request and increased his tempo. I had never felt anything like this before, but I was a quick study. I dug my nails into his back as I started to cry out again. Words that made no sense, and then begging for him to make mee. My words seemed to push him over the edge as he started to pound into me like a man possessed.

    My cries encouraged him to go even faster as I held onto him. I felt the edgeing, and I screamed as I found my release. Charlie managed one more thrust before he cried out, too. We both had to catch our breath as we calmed down. Charlie took the towel, which was stained with blood, and took it to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and came back to get me. I took off the garter, thigh-highs, and heels, and he guided me into the shower.

    I felt a little shy. Hethered up his hands with the body wash in the shower and rubbed his hands all over me. I have to admit, him on his knees, washing me with his hands, felt very erotic to me. He seemed to want to be very familiar with my body, and with every touch, every stroke, I wanted more.

    I wanted to return the favor, but I could see that he was ready to go again. Which is odd because I thought it took some time in between rounds. I also wanted to learn about pleasing him. I had getting some tips and tricks from Gwen and Emily. I was going to make sure he let me have a chance to try out my new knowledge on him.

    He rinsed me off, and ran a finger across my slit, he smiled we he realized that I was ready for him. He picked me up and then slid me down onto his swollen member, and I sighed in happiness. Everything about Charlie was perfect. It was like we had been made for each other. I know he wanted me to get pregnant on our honeymoon. I was good with it. I wanted a family, so we needed to get started now.

    Charlie braced one arm under me, and one across my back as he used the wall of the shower to help him bnce. He acted like it was nothing to hold me up. After years of people taking digs at me for being fat, I almost wanted to cry with joy at Charlie acting like I was perfect in his eyes. He must have seen something he liked because he is definitely losing himself with me. I have to admit that I’m enjoying the hell out of my honeymoon.

    “Oooh, Charlie,” I cried out. He hit something on thatst thrust that made my toes curl in pleasure. He smirked and continued to hit that spot as I came undone in his arms. I cried out several times before I went over the edge. I was holding onto Charlie as tightly as I could, craving the connection between us. I loved how he didn’t hide anything when he came after me. He cried out just as loudly as I had, and I loved it.

    This was much better than I thought it would be. Don’t get me wrong. I knew it was going to be good, but I didn’t know that it was going to be this good. I felt like I was boneless. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to stand as he put me down; my legs were still shaking. He sat me on the tiled bench, rinsing us both off again. I was tired, and I wanted a nap. Charlie wordlessly dried us both off and led me back to bed.

    I turned on my side, and he snuggled up behind me. Thest bit of ice around my heart had been melted. This was like a dreame true, and I hope that it never ends. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I woke up disoriented, unable to recognize the room. Seeing all our clothes scattered around made me smile. I knew where I was now. I felt Charlie’s warm body right behind me, with his d**k pressing into my back. I looked over my shoulder to see him watching me.

    “You want to eat, or would you like to go for round number three, and then eat?” he asked. “Well, it seems like there’s already a pressing matter going on. We can eatter,” I answered. “Have I told you how much I love you, Mrs. Billingsley?” Charlie asked as I turned towards him.

    “Not since we’ve arrived here in Italy,” I said before I pouted like I was sad.

    “No matter where we are, you need to know that I love you, Ana,” Charlie told me. “I love lying next to you, but I want to face you next time. I want to watch your face as you sleep. You are the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen.”

    “I highly doubt that, Charlie,” I replied. I know better than that. There are women who make me feel like I’m unworthy. That list started with Tiffany and Gretchen, who hammered at my self-worth for years. Crushing it under their heels, as they showed me that I would never be worthy enough for anyone to want me.

    “No, look me in the eyes, Ana. Don’t listen to anyone else by me. I love you, and I want you. I wish I had known you sooner. I hate what happened to you, and I will make damn sure that Tiffany and Gretchen don’t get near you again. If you don’t hear me say anything else, hear this. A hundred of them aren’t worth half of you. You are one of the kindest women that I have ever met. You take care of your employees and everyone youe in contact with. Even when you were hungry after being arrested, you were still willing to help the server. We will deal with each and every person who hurt you after we return. But this is our honeymoon. I want your thoughts on me, and only me. All I want you to think about is how much your husband loves you, that’s it,” Charlie told me.

    He spoke with absolute certainty. His eyes told me that he was telling me the absolute truth, and I felt my eyes sting with unshed tears. He loved me, and he wanted me. I didn’t want to cry, but hearing what he said made me so happy. Being here with him was already the highlight of my life. Almost better than running Fashion Forward. I believed him. I hope he does just what he told his family that he would do. That by the time we returned home, I would be carrying his child.

    I held his face in my hands and kissed him. Not a passionate kiss like we had been sharing, but a softer one. One that spoke without me having to say a word. I expressed all my love and care for him in that kiss. I had full trust in him and what he told me.

    This time around, he showed me his gentler side as he made love to me this time. His slow thrusts as I wrapped my legs around him, holding him to me tightly. His kisses made me moan lowly into his mouth as he showed me just how much he loved and cared for me. Tears of joy slipped from the corner of my eyes as he brought me to my release. This time around, it was different, even more special as we both went over. It might not have been the frenzied passion that we shared earlier. This time, it was more intimate. There was a closeness between us that had made me cry, in the very best way.

    He loved me, and he showed it in every kiss, every thrust, and every moan between us. I was his, and he was mine. I won’t let anyonee between us. I believed what he told me. I know that things are going to get rough before they get better after we return. We will address each of them directly. I won’t allow anyone to take him away from me. He had told me about his ex-fiancé. I was d that he told me that he hadn’t actually loved her.

    That it was basically s*x between them, but that wasn’t easy to hear. She had slept with him for a long time before he knew who she was. I don’t want her to have any chance to return to his life. I will have her looked into once we return. I’m not going to allow anyone to enter our perfect little bubble. I know what he said, but I’ve learned never to underestimate anyone. Sometimes, the one who got away makes the one who lost them really angry. Just like Holden.

    I will discuss it with Charlie. I don’t want anyone to have an opportunity to destroy what we have together. I know that I’m done with Holden and Roger. I’m going to keep my eyes open for any threats. Because I know Tiffany and Gretchen. If I’m happy, then they will stop at nothing to ensure that doesn’t continue.