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‘I just need you.’ She reached up and began to unfasten the buttons on his shirt, pulling the fabric back as she worked her way upwards to reveal the defined slabs of muscle on his washboard-flat belly and the hair-roughened triangle on his otherwise smooth chest. His skin was like silk. She spread her fingers and let them glide with gloating pleasure over the warm surface, revelling in her first experience of sexual female power as Cesare sucked in a painful breath and groaned.
She was reaching for the belt of his trousers when he grabbed her hand, and, taking possession of her free hand planted them above her head.
He only stayed there suspended above her for a few moments but that was long enough for Anna to make a shattering discovery: surrender was a turn-on.
Trusting another person enough to surrender control was wildly exciting. Before she could properly explore the amazing possibilities of this discovery she found herself lying face to face, lips to lips, chest to chest, thigh to thigh with Cesare, whose long, lean, gorgeously hard length was lying beside her.
His heavy hand lay in the indent of her waist. The other sliding up under her nightshirt, along the smooth skin of her thigh and higher to her bottom, caused her to gasp.
She closed her eyes. His were burning too bright. The aching thickness in her throat made it impossible for her to articulate her feelings even had she known what they were, but it turned out it didn’t matter. He knew, he knew where to touch and how. He touched her everywhere until she simply couldn’t bear it any longer. It was then she realised that she was naked.
‘You’re perfect.’
Anna felt the tension drain from her shoulders. She was. She really was. She could be anything Cesare said, anything he wanted.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Looking at her sleek and slender body was everything he imagined and more. Hardly able to breathe, he cupped one plump, perfect breast in his hand even though he knew it threatened his already shaky control. The simple act of tasting the tight rosy bud, watching her face as he drew it into his mouth, was more erotic, more arousing than anything he could remember. For a long time sex had been an exercise, something he could do well, the moves planned and mapped. He was able to stand back, predict his partner’s response, even congratulate himself because he knew the beautifully choreographed coupling was visual perfection.
Satisfaction guaranteed every time, mocked the voice in his head, because Cesare knew the moves and he got ten out of ten for artistic interpretation, and so as a rule did his partner. Smooth, slick and satisfying—so what if he felt empty later? It looked good.
Anna was beautiful, but this was not about perfection, it was about raw, visceral feeling. He growled his rampant, throaty appreciation before he lifted his head and moved his thumb across the tight centre, drawing a shocked gasp that became a hoarse groan as his lips and tongue replaced the digit. This was no show-house coupling. It was raw and urgent and gloriously messy. Cesare had discovered chaos and he loved it!
Even in the midst of chaos he retained the knowledge that this was her first time, and it was his duty, his privilege, to make this experience a good one for her. But, God, she made it hard. How was a man meant to hold back when those hands, that mouth, they were everywhere?
As he stroked her stomach, his touch leaving hot trails on her skin, Anna could hardly bear it. Then he slid down her body and parted her thighs. The first touch of his fingers between her thighs made her stiffen in shock.
Then it was all right because he was feeding her hand onto his body, letting her feel him and then a moment later unzipping his pants to give her access to his erection.
‘Oh, yes...’
‘Absolutely,’ he agreed, kissing her as he slid his hand between her thighs. ‘That’s right,’ he encouraged as she parted them for him.
The heat flooding her face prickled like a dark tide under her skin as he separated the protective folds and touched the tight nub, rubbing his finger across the sensitised flesh until she couldn’t breathe, until she protested.
‘I can’t do this.’
‘Oh, yes, you can, cara,’ he promised, pulling away, but only to kick off his pants. Then, naked, he rejoined her. ‘You’re brilliant at this.’
Her awed glance slid down his long, lean body, trying not to linger too obviously on his arousal. He was breath-takingly perfect and obviously, even to her inexperienced eyes, very well endowed. ‘I am?’ Her fingers curled around his erection, drawing a deep groan. ‘Oh yes, I am.’
When he slid a finger into her, a long, low, feral moan emerged from her parted lips. Desperate now, Anna reached for him. Cesare was breathing soft, soothing, sexy words into her ears. It didn’t really matter she understood not a word of Italian, the hypnotic sound had a hypnotic effect.
