‘Anything,’ she offered fiercely.
‘Your task is to do nothing at all. Your only goal is to float and feel.’
As he spoke, Cesar removed her bra, only pausing to lavish attention on her breasts before removing her tiny thong. Stripping off his jeans, he moved over her.
Moving between her legs, he teased her with the tip of his erection. But just when she was sure she was ready, he drew back. Resting her legs wide on his shoulders, he pressed her back onto the hay. ‘Remember what I told you?’
A ragged sigh escaped her as Cesar dipped his head. After that first release it was a surprise to discover how easily he could make her needy again. She fell quickly, screaming into ecstasy, and the drowning waves of pleasure went on and on. ‘How do you do that?’ she asked when she had the breath to do so.
Laughing softly, Cesar cupped her buttocks to raise her to his mouth.
He took her gently because Sofia was inexperienced. It rested on him to set the pace. Left to herself she would scramble all over him, and it would be done in moments. He wanted more for her than that. Delay was the servant of pleasure, and Sofia was like a flower unfurling, a process that should never be rushed.
Giving her more, and then a little more still, while she clung to him, her eyes telling him everything he needed to know. She was apprehensive but eager. She wanted him, wanted this, but wasn’t quite sure if she could handle it, handle him. He was so big and she was so small. He could practically see these thoughts flashing through her mind. To help ease her concerns, he spoke soft words of encouragement in his own tongue, until gradually she relaxed enough for her hands to stop gripping him like vices. They would soon close on him again when she urged him on to give her the greatest pleasure of all.
When she rested her arms above her head in an attitude of complete trust, he knew she was ready. Protecting them both, he enclosed her wrists in one big fist and cupped her buttocks with his other hand to guide her onto him. Nudging her thighs apart, he sank a little deeper, and then a little deeper still.
‘Relax... Rilassati, tesoro... Non aver paura. Non ti farei mai del male... Don’t be frightened. I would never hurt you.’
‘I’m not frightened,’ she assured him, though her breathing was hectic and her voice was unsteady, which told him the exactly opposite.
Easing Sofia’s fear was paramount. Releasing her wrists, he made sure she made the transition from tension and concern to hunger and need within the space of a few well-judged strokes.
‘Ah, yes, yes!’ she exclaimed, and, exactly as he had anticipated, she reached for his buttocks to urge him on.
He rested deep, and waited to allow Sofia to become used to the new sensation. Then he gently massaged her by rotating his hips. That was her flash point. She lost control immediately, falling with excited screams of pleasure as she experienced the new and hugely increased sensation of release while he filled her. Her inner muscles attempted to suck him dry, but he had control to spare when it came to Sofia.
‘Non ancora, il mio piccolo micio—not yet, my little wildcat,’ he insisted, holding her still as she battled to bring him release.
‘When? You have to! It’s amazing,’ she insisted on a great exhalation of breath. ‘I mean, I realise that you know that, but—’
‘But?’ he queried with amusement as he began to move again.
‘Don’t expect me to speak now,’ she protested on a ragged breath.
‘I don’t. I expect you only to—’
‘Float and feel,’ she remembered, heaving another great sigh of pleasure as he moved faster, the finish of each stroke a little firmer each time.
When she fell again he laughed softly against her hair. She took an age to come down. ‘You are the greediest person I’ve ever known.’
‘I don’t want to know about others,’ she assured him with all the old fire.
‘What others?’ he demanded, lifting his head to stare her in the eyes. ‘There is only one Sofia.’
Wasn’t that the truth? Sofia accepted as reality raised its ugly head—or in this case multiple beautiful heads, all perfectly coiffed and exquisitely made up, as befitted the women in the life of one of the world’s most eligible bachelors.
So why was Cesar with her? Was this revenge? Was he proving a point? She hoped not, because for her this was so much more. It was an exercise in trust.
Searching Cesar’s eyes, she found what looked like genuine concern, but she didn’t want his pity. She’d had enough of being petted by her brothers as if she were their favourite puppy, only to be kicked out without a chance to explain her misguided actions. She longed for a man who treated her as his equal, and who would expect her to account for what she’d done. A man who would listen and maybe understand. She wanted to believe that man was Cesar, and was forced to remind herself that sex was second nature to Cesar, like eating or breathing.
‘You will sleep with me tonight,’ he decreed.
She stared up with surprise. ‘I’ll sleep in my own bed,’ she stated. ‘We both have to work first thing.’
A smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. ‘Are you saying that if you stay with me no work will be done?’
‘Not the right type of work,’ she said as she reached for her clothes.
