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Ana stopped moving. Her pulse was heavy and loud. She looked at Caio, caught in the beam of those molten gold eyes. His fingers explored between her legs, where the secret folds of her flesh hid the extent of her desire...but not for long. Caio opened her up and she saw the flush of colour on his face when he felt for himself how much she wanted him. The heat of her lust made his fingers wet as he massaged her flesh, stroking up and into her in a rhythm that took her by surprise, especially when at the same time his thumb flicked the solid nub of flesh where all her nerve-endings were quivering and straining for release.
Ana’s thighs gripped Caio’s tight. She came up to give him more room, her hands like claws on his shoulders as she moved up and down on his fingers, his hand, as he stroked her to her first orgasm. She didn’t even know what was happening until she fell over an edge she hadn’t seen, falling down and down into a spiral of such intense pleasure that she shook in the aftermath, in awe.
She felt as if she should be embarrassed, but actually, in that moment, she felt a very strong sense of feminine power.
She collapsed forward onto Caio’s chest, her face in the crook of his neck. His hand was still between them, on her pulsating sensitised flesh. His other hand was on her back, moving up and down in a curiously tender gesture.
His hand stopped. He said, ‘Did you never...? I know you’re innocent, but I thought you would have...’
Ana’s belly contracted. Now she did feel embarrassed. She pulled back. Caio took his hand from between her legs. She shook her head, avoided his eye. ‘No... I didn’t... I was in a house surrounded by men. It didn’t feel very private.’
Caio found her chin and tipped it up so she had to look at him. ‘You’re very responsive,carinho.’
‘Is that a bad thing?’
Caio quirked a smile. ‘No, it’s something rare...it’s a good thing.’
‘But what about you? You didn’t...’ She felt a blush rising up over her bare skin.
Caio shook his head. For a second he looked as if he was in pain. ‘Don’t worry about me. But we’re not going to continue here. Not for your first time.’ Ana didn’t want to move in case they broke the sensual spell. But Caio was saying, ‘Wrap your arms around my neck.’
She did, and he stood up, pulling her legs around his waist. He walked her through the silent villa like that, and up the stairs and into his bedroom.
The doors were open, curtains fluttering in the warm breeze. But Ana barely noticed. Caio placed her on the bed. Her dress was pulled down to her waist and ruched up to her thighs. She didn’t care. She felt languorous and sated and lethargic. But as she watched Caio bring his hands to his trousers, open them and pull them down, taking his underwear with them, revealing his naked body, she suddenly didn’t feel lethargic any more.
She came up on her elbows, mesmerised by that stiff column of flesh. She dragged her gaze up to Caio’s face, suddenly feeling out of her depth. How could she pleasure a man like this, who had already experienced so much pleasure with women far more experienced than her?
‘Caio... I don’t know what to do... What if I can’t...?’ She trailed off as he moved over her on the bed, resting on his hands.
He said, ‘You don’t need to think about anything. Just lie back and let me show you how it’s done, hmm?’
Ana collapsed back onto the bed, every cell in her body pulsating with fresh need and desire. Caio was enormous over her, a naked warrior, and right at that moment she was prepared to surrender everything to him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CAIOHADNEVERseen a more erotic sight. And he knew it had nothing to do with a year of sexual abstinence and everything to do with the woman laid out on the bed before him. There was no other woman for him at that moment, and he had the strangest sensation—before he pushed it way down—that there wouldn’t be again.
Dark hair was spread around her head and her cheeks were flushed. Chest bared, her plump breasts pouted towards him, tempting him to taste her all over again. The curve of her waist and the flare of her hips made his fingers itch.
The blue silk still pooled around her body. Caio reached for that first, tugging it down and off. She lifted her hips towards him, and the sweet, musky scent of her desire caught him off guard for a moment.
When he’d explored her body, and found how ready she was for him, it had taken all his restraint not to position her over his lap, free his body from its confinement and bury himself so deep he would find immediate relief. But the fact that she’d never orgasmed before had caught at him in a way he hadn’t expected. Making him feel protective. Possessive.
Now all she wore was her underwear. A flimsy lace thong. Caio dispensed with it easily. The cluster of dark curls over her sex made his straining flesh even harder.
He came down on his knees by the bed and pushed her thighs apart, exposing her glistening folds.Deus. He wasn’t even sure if he could indulge in this when his body was screaming for release. But he had to make sure she was ready.
Ana’s head came up. ‘Caio?’
He said, ‘Shh...just lie back...trust me.’
She let her head drop back. He put his hands under her hips and tugged her easily towards him. She was so petite. So delicate. Yet strong. He’d felt the strength of her body in its climax, and he had to admit that he’d never really noticed another woman’s climax so acutely before.
He pressed kisses along the inside of her thighs, his hands under her buttocks. He could feel her starting to tremble as they had an effect on her, saw her hands close into fists on the bed.
The scent of her was intoxicating. He lifted her a little towards him and blew on her heated flesh before placing his mouth there, licking his way to the centre of her body and that sensitive cluster of nerves that responded under his ministration. Her whole body tensed for a moment, before she let out a little hoarse cry and lifted her thighs, as if she needed to contain the pleasure ripping through her body.
He drew back. He was shaking with the need to sheath himself inside her. He was almost ready to do it. But Ana was looking at him with wide eyes, and he could see that she needed more, even after coming for a second time.
