Page 32 of Their One-Night Rio Reunion
His hands were in her hair and his hips started to jerk, and then he took his hands from her and before she knew what was happening pulled her up. He looked wild. He lifted her into his arms before she could protest, kicking his pants aside, taking her upstairs and back into the bedroom.
Ana, sprawled on the newly made-up bed, looked up at Caio as he stroked protection onto his length. It was still wet from her mouth, and for a second she lamented that she wouldn’t feel him skin on skin—but all that was forgotten, and she sucked in a deep breath as he seated himself inside her in one smooth, fluid and devastating movement.
‘Okay?’ he said gruffly.
Ana nodded and gripped his arms. ‘Make love to me, Caio.’
He did, slow and deliberate, taking her to the edge over and over again, delaying the rush of pleasure, until she’d wrapped her legs around him and was begging, ‘Please, Caio... I can’t take it...’
‘Okay,amada, get ready...’
And then he drew out, before seating himself so deeply again that Ana was instantly engulfed in wave after wave of pleasure so intense that she almost regretted begging for release. Because this much pleasure... No one could withstand it.
Caio was still moving, seeking his own climax, sending Ana hurtling over the edge again as he stiffened against her and came, his big body jerking against hers for a long moment until, at last, the storm passed and Ana slipped into a pleasure-induced coma, her inner muscles still clamping around Caio’s body, deep inside hers.
In that moment, just before she slipped into blessed darkness, she felt a profound and deep sense of peace.
Caio knew he should move. Normally after making love to a woman he had a clawing and urgent need to put space between them. But the same instinct he’d felt after making love to Ana for the first time was back. And this time it was impossible to resist. Primarily because he wasn’t sure he had any bones left in his body.
Ana was curled into his side, one leg thrown over his, her hand resting on his chest, fingers spread out. Soft breasts pressed against him. Her breath feathered over his skin, deep and even.
Caio’s hand moved over hers, to lift it so he could move. But instead he felt his fingers curl around hers. A siren song was calling to him just to lie there, not to fight the bone-deep pleasure coursing through his veins and arteries like soporific nectar.
He didn’t want to look at what had just happened and how amazing it had been. How unprecedented. How she’d taken him in her mouth like a sorceress and had almost tipped him over the edge there and then, exposing him for being weak. For not having the control to withstand the inexpert ministrations of a woman who had been avirginup until a couple of hours previously!
She might have been inexpert, but her effect on Caio had been all too devastating...
Caio assured himself that this was different. Ana knew the score. She was starting a new life in Europe and he would get on with his life, capitalising on the fact that he was now globally renowned and vastly more successful than he had been a year ago. Ana had been good for business. She’d fulfilled her duty. And he’d given her what she wanted: safety and security for her beloved brother.
All in all, a very successful business deal. And now this—the explosive fulfilment of mutual desire. He would never wake at night again, aching to know what she would feel like underneath him...around him. Now he knew.
And yet as he slipped under the veil of darkness, unable to fight the pull, knowing that gave him no sense of peace. Only the prickling sensation that the more he had of her, the more he would want.
When Ana surfaced to some kind of consciousness she felt boiling hot. Gradually she opened her eyes and realised that she was plastered to Caio’s chest, all but clinging on like a monkey, one leg thrown over him as if to stop him escaping.
Except she couldn’t escape either—not that she even wanted to—because his arm was firmly and heavily around her, plastering her to his side. She held her breath in case she woke him, revelling in the sensation of all that heat and muscle and sinew under her skin.
But as if he could hear her thoughts Caio opened his eyes and zeroed in on Ana before she could even attempt to put some very necessary defences in place.
‘Hi.’
‘Hi.’
Such an innocuous word after a storm. Her voice was gravelly. Hoarse from shouting. Begging.
Ana buried her face in Caio’s shoulder, but that only brought her mouth into contact with his skin. She resisted the urge to press kisses there. To lick him. Her face flamed when she thought of how she’d wantonly got on her knees before him and taken him into her mouth as if she did it all the time. As if it wasn’t her first time.
‘What?’ Caio tipped her chin up.
Emotion, unbidden, caught at Ana.She loved him. A man who oozed cynicism and self-reliance. Who didn’t need anyone.
‘Is it always like...this?’ She hated herself for asking, for revealing her vulnerability, but too much had been stripped away. Literally.
Caio tensed under her. She was expecting him to say,All the time, and actually usually it’s better, and she braced herself for humiliation. Exposure. But then he said, ‘No. It’s not. This is...rare.’
Ana pulled back marginally, dislodging Caio’s arm. ‘You’ve experienced this before?’
Caio pulled his arm free. ‘No...of course not. Because each encounter is unique. But I know how overwhelming it is the first time.’
