Page 37 of The Forbidden Cabrera Brother
His own erection was a steady, pulsing ache in his groin. No problem. The second he entered her, he knew that he was going to come very quickly. For the moment, he would devote all his attention to getting her to that place where she was desperate for him to sink into her.
He continued to feast on her wetness until her cries became more demanding.
‘Please... Dante...’ Caitlin said brokenly. ‘I’m going to... I won’t be able to help myself...’ She didn’t want to come against his mouth. She wanted to feel the closeness of him inside her.
Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined that sex could be this good.
When he stood up, it left a cool void, and in the ever-darkening room she followed his progress to the dressing table, where he found his wallet and very quickly spun round, ripping off the tin-foil wrapping of a condom.
Protection. Of course. And in his wallet. A man who was not prepared to take chances.
She sat up and pulled down the skirt just as he did the same with his boxers. She gave a sharp intake of breath and a prosaic thought flitted through her head...Will he fit inside me?
He was impressively big. She watched as he walked slowly towards her. His eyes were pinned to hers but he was absent-mindedly holding himself with his hand. Watching as he stroked himself was an incredible turn-on.
Her eyelids fluttered. She shuffled into a horizontal position, barely able to keep any part of her body still, busily drinking in the truly beautiful sight of his nudity. Where she was milky white, he was so sexily bronzed, and when he joined her on the bed she could only marvel at the difference in colour between them.
He manoeuvred her so that they were facing one another and ran his hand along her side, enjoying the dip of her womanly waist and the flare of her hips.
It was incredibly intimate looking deep into his eyes from this close.
‘Are you relaxed?’
‘I wasn’t to start with.’
Dante half nodded and smiled. He slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her. He didn’t go any further than that. He just cupped her there and moved his hand until she wanted so much more, until she was quivering, her fingers digging into his shoulders and only then, when he had roused her to fever pitch, did he move over her and gently begin to insert himself.
He felt her nerves, the way she stiffened, and he began whispering into her ear, soothing her as he eased himself in.
She was so wonderfully tight, scared and nervous now but, oh, so eager for him.
Dante had to grit his teeth not to push hard and satisfy himself. Bit by bit he entered her, her wetness easing a path, her groans escalating in volume the deeper he was and when, at last, he had that final thrust, Caitlin was ready for him and her body responded with enthusiasm. He moved and she moved as well, their bodies in total harmony.
It felt so good. Unbelievably so. Dante came with an explosion that shocked him in its intensity.
Her own orgasm followed his. She arched up to him and cried out, all inhibitions gone in that moment.
Afterwards, it was like swimming back up to the surface having been underwater. Caitlin sighed and shifted so that they were belly to belly. Never had she felt closer to anyone and yet, even as she knew that, she also knew that that was an admission she should never make.
‘That was the best,’ she said with honesty. ‘At least,’ she added, even more honestly, ‘for me. I don’t suppose it was much of a deal for you.’
‘Don’t even think of saying something like that.’ Dante kissed the side of her mouth and ran his fingers through her tangle of colourful hair.
Dante had become jaded over time. In business, he got what he wanted. He was single-minded, focused, ambitious and feared. Born into wealth, he had continued climbing up that ladder, unimpeded. The sense of satisfaction he had felt when he had first started diversifying and doing his own thing, setting up his own empire, had become a dull, background acceptance of success. Winning deals, absorbing companies, the thrill of being the first to spot the gold mine waiting in the wings...the shine had worn off. Thinking about his brother and his dislike of the job he had inherited, his forays into other worlds that had nothing to do with money but were adventures to be had and nothing more, Dante felt a sharp pang of envy.
He was the younger but a lot more cynical.
And when it came to women...
Dante gazed at the woman lying next to him, warm and drowsy post-sex.
He would tire of her. He always did. He wondered whether his defence mechanisms against becoming too involved with any woman were so finely honed that it made it impossible for him to have anything approaching a normal relationship. No sooner had he slept with a woman than his attention began to stray. It was something he had long accepted. It was why he found the idea of marriage so inconceivable and why, if it ever hovered at the back of his mind, it was in the shape of something convenient, without the exhausting, futile and complicated shenanigans associated with emotion.
‘Penny for your thoughts,’ Caitlin said lightly, her clear green eyes not shying away from him.
She had her life to get on with. He had his. She would find someone eventually and her belief in love would be rekindled.
‘You could stay awhile,’ he murmured.
