Page 28 of Their One-Night Rio Reunion
She was looking at him so hungrily he almost threw caution to the wind, for the first time in his life almost forgetting—but at the last second he remembered, and cursed softly.
‘What is it?’
Caio stood up and went to the bathroom, ‘Protection.’
He came back and unselfconsciously rolled the protective sheath along his length, even that motion almost tipping him over the edge. Ana was exactly as he’d left her. Her chest lifting up and down with her uneven breaths. Legs spread apart. Right at this moment he didn’t know how he’d resisted her for so long.
A warning bell rang in his head. He did know, but he didn’t want to think about it now, because they’d gone way past the point of no return.
He said gruffly, ‘Move back a little.’
She did so, her breasts bouncing with the movement. Caio almost groaned aloud. She was going to kill him. He was sure of it. But he would die happy. He was sure of that too.
He came down over her, careful to shield her from his full weight. He said, ‘It will hurt a little, but it should ease...’
‘I’m okay...just...please, Caio...’
She bit her lip, and that small, innocent movement pushed him over the edge of his control. He came closer and took himself in his hand, placing his erection at the entrance of her body, where she was still slick and hot. And hopefully ready... Because it was taking a restraint he hadn’t even known he had to go slowly.
Caio felt Ana’s resistance when he breached her body, saw the momentary flash of discomfort on her face. He almost stopped, but she reached up for him and wrapped her legs around his hips. ‘Don’t stop, I’m okay. Please.’
Gritting his teeth against how insanely good it felt to sink into her tight embrace, Caio felt small beads of sweat on his brow as he buried himself inside her. They were both breathing harshly. And they hadn’t even started. Caio pulled out again, and then eased back in, feeling Ana’s body gradually loosen its tight grip, hearing her breathing grow faster as the timeless rhythm took over.
Ana’s body was pliant around him. He could feel the sharp tips of her breasts against his chest. Usually when he made love to a woman he didn’t lose himself completely. There was a part of him that stayed aloof. In control. All of that was gone here. Caio was only aware of the slick slide of his body in and out of Ana’s, and the tension growing at the base of his spine as he fought to hold back until he felt her body climax around his.
Caio was almost on the verge of not being able to hold the rush of release when he felt Ana’s back arch and an infinitesimal moment of stillness before her paroxysms of pleasure made her body contract powerfully around his, precipitating the strongest climax Caio had ever experienced.
Ana didn’t know how long she’d been out. She only knew, as she slowly regained consciousness, that she would never forget the onrush of pleasure that had broken her apart into a million pieces and put her back together but in a new way.
She wasn’therany more. She’d been altered.
The orgasms Caio had unselfishly lavished upon her before they’d made love couldn’t possibly have prepared her for the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure. So much pleasure. And he’d denied himself this for a whole year?
Ana became aware of movement. Sounds. Running water. She cracked open an eye. It was dark outside now. Low lights were burning in the room. The bed was empty.
And then Caio appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. There was a cloud of steam behind him. He was bare-chested and wearing a pair of sweatpants, slung low on his hips. Ana’s over-sated body tingled in response, and she felt hot when she thought of how she’d wrapped her legs around him, begging him to go deeper, harder...
She’d become someone unrecognisable. Or the person she was meant to be.With him. Except all that was too late. It was over. It had never really started. This was just...an indulgence.
She pushed aside the sudden melancholy that gripped her as Caio came over and sat down on the bed. Ana felt shy. Which was ridiculous.
‘How are you feeling? Are you sore? I’m sorry... I tried to be gentle, but I’m afraid I—’
Ana sat up, pulling the sheet up over her chest. ‘No, it was fine. It was...perfect. I had no idea it could be like that. I’m sure for you, though, it must have been a bit...boring.’
She let her hair swing forward, hiding her face a little. An old habit. Caio reached out and put it behind her ear in a gesture that made Ana’s heart thump. She felt raw in this moment. Exposed. But she forced herself to look at him.
He took his hand down. ‘It was not boring,carinho. Trust me.’ He looked as if he was about to say more, but then he stood up abruptly and said, ‘I’ve run you a bath. You’ll be a little sore, and I think you bled a little.’
Now Ana was mortified. She lifted the sheet and looked down to see spots of blood. Her face burned. ‘I’ll change the sheets.’
‘I’ll take care of that. Come and take the bath before it gets cold.’
He handed Ana a robe and she let the sheet drop so she could slip her arms into it, moving from the bed and trying to be as blasé as possible, as if she did this all the time. She imagined Caio’s regular lovers paraded around naked without a care.
She belted the robe and tried not to acknowledge how the thought of Caio’s ex-lovers and future lovers made her feel.
The bathroom was fragrant with a mixture of musky rose and something much earthier and more masculine. The bath was luxurious and filled almost to the brim.
