She studied his face for what seemed an eternity. He didn't move, just let her body squeeze and burn the hell out of his sensitive crown. His cocked throbbed and jerked, but the rest of him remained utterly still. He saw it first in her eyes. A slow surrender. His heart beat faster. His mouth went dry.
He knew her. He knew once Catarina gave herself to him again it was a done deal until or unless he screwed up, and then he'd never have her again. This was it. Now or never. He watched her little tongue touch her lip where his had been.
"Can I have you, sweetheart?" he asked again. Softly. Letting her see him. What he felt inside for her. "Give yourself to me." Because he was never going to screw up with her again.
She nodded slowly, her gaze clinging to his. Again, her teeth were tugging hard at her bottom lip, a sign of the momentous decision she was making. There was a plea in her eyes that broke his heart. She was handing him herself once again and was terrified of the consequences. She was giving him forgiveness and a chance to start again. It was monumental and her decision humbled him. He didn't deserve it, but he was taking it.
He leaned forward again and took her mouth. Gently. Reverently. In awe of her and the gift she gave him. He slowly raised his head, one hand trailing over her breast, down her belly to the place where they were joined together. "Mine," he whispered softly. "Thank you."
He pushed a little deeper and found himself swearing softly, his teeth coming together as her hot, sweet channel closed around the first inch of him like a vise. "Fucking tight, baby," he whispered, and sank another inch so that his entire crown was totally surrounded by a tight fist of scorching flames. She took his breath away, pushed every ounce of air right out of his lungs.
He forced his body to stay slow, not wanting to be rough with her, but she was killing him. Killing him with some kind of rapture that threatened to take the top of his head off.
She was tense, her muscles taut, and he gently slipped his hands to her thighs. "Open for me, Kitten. Relax and open for me. Let me have you."
She nodded but it took a moment for her to take a breath and consciously open her knees wider for him. He rubbed the inside of her thighs with a gentle circular motion, waiting for her inner muscles to ease just a little for him. It didn't happen. She'd given herself to him, but letting him take her was another matter altogether.
Eli withdrew and she gasped, disappointment flaring in her eyes. "I'm trying, Eli," she whispered. "I really am."
"I know, baby. I just want this to be good for you. Tell me what's going on inside that beautiful head of yours. You always talk to me."
He pushed two fingers into her, stretching gently, finding her clit to stroke with the same gentleness.
"I'm so scared of this. If you're rough . . ." She trailed off when he shook his head.
"I want to make love to you, just like this. I want to feel every inch of you with my body, and I want you to feel me. This is about giving ourselves to each other, not taking the pleasure as high as it can go. This is about me worshipping your body. Because, Kitten, that's exactly what I'm doing."
"I know." Tears glittered in her eyes. "I can feel it, and it scares me, Eli. Giving myself to you scares me so bad."
"I know it does," he said, watching her face as his fingers continued stroking and working her. He watched the helpless pleasure begin to push away the tension in her face. "But you aren't paying attention, baby. I'm giving myself to you. I've never given myself to a woman before. I've never taken the time to love her. To be like this with her. This is me, giving myself to you."
The last of the tension drained from her face and she blinked rapidly to push the tears back. "Then, Eli, you need to be inside of me where you belong," she whispered softly. "Because I feel empty without you."
He closed his eyes for a moment. "Damn it, baby, you're fucking killing me here, saying things like that to me."
He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, pushing in to feel her silken fist grasp him and try to pull him deeper into her hot depths. The vise took his breath, but still, he couldn't resist licking the honey from his fingers. Her taste was so addictive, already he missed it.
He didn't power through her tight folds, but slipped in one increment at a time, one slow inch, taking a breath each time, feeling her body fight the invasion, but slowly give way, just as the woman had done. She gave way inch by inch. Letting him take her. Letting him have her.
She gasped, her eyes wide with shock at how stretched she felt. At the stinging and burning as his thick, long cock relentlessly but slowly, sank into her. He groaned, a fine sheen of sweat covering him. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He wasn't altogether certain he could survive long enough to bury himself all the way inside of her.
He'd never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of Catarina pinned beneath him, impaled by his cock, stretching her, taking her for his own. Her breasts swayed with the short little rocking rhythm he'd set to take him into her. His cock was in heaven or hell, he couldn't decide which. The pleasure was so intense it was close to pain, her body so scorching hot surrounding his with so much silk it breathed over him as it strangled him.
He laid one hand right below her belly button, fingers splayed wide. "Don't fucking move, baby. I want this to last more than five seconds and right now, for the first time since I was thirteen, I don't know if that's possible."
"Eli." Her voice pleaded with him. "I don't think I can stay still. I really don't." Her breath came in ragged gasps and her hips tried to buck, to force him all the way inside. "I want to do what you ask, but . . ."
"But you will, won't you, Kitten? For me. Because I ask you to. Because you want to please me. You'll stay still for me." His voice had gone low, velvet and steel.
Her gaze searched his and he saw the exact moment when she forced air through her lungs in an effort to do as he asked. Her breasts lifted and fell. Her body stilled around his so he could only feel her hot, wet channel clamped so hard around him.
His woman. Listening to him. He loved that. He needed that from his woman. He needed to know he mattered to her and that what gave him pleasure mattered to her. His thumb found her clit and did a slow lazy circle, watching the helpless pleasure take her over. More honey spilled around him, fiery hot. He wasn't going to be able to prolong this much longer.
He wrapped his fingers around the slender calf of her leg and drew it around his waist. The action allowed him to sink deeper. He closed his eyes briefly, absorbing the pleasure. He drew her second leg up. "Lock your ankles, baby," he instructed softly. "Hang on to me."
She did, sliding her arms around him, the trust he needed from her there in her eyes. He caught her with one arm around her hips and pushed into her. Her tight folds gave way, and her mouth opened as he took a breath and pushed a second time. Then he was there, balls deep, the very tip of his cock bumping her cervix. He was surrounded by fire, in a tunnel of silk, a fist so tight it threatened to strangle him.
He decided she was paradise. Pure fucking paradise. He swore he could feel each individual muscle wrapped around his cock. Her body vibrated and the feeling radiated up his shaft to nearly blow that ultrasensitive crown right off of him. The tears were back in her eyes. She felt small under him, her deep channel far too tight, but now his body remembered the feeling of moving in her, being part of her.
He bent his head and kissed her belly and then began a slow slide out, withdrawing nearly to the very hilt, loving the way her eyes went wide and her lips protested. He shoved back in hard. Fast. Driving through the tight folds to claim her.
She gasped, her legs tightening around him. He smiled at her. "You like that, don't you, Kitten? You like it when I drive hard."
Her tongue licked at her lips. She nodded. "Please. Yes. Eli, please."
He gave her one more hard, fast stroke, and withdrew very slowly, watching her frown, feeling her hips buck as she tried to get him back.
"Let's see if you like this," he said softly. He set a much slower pace, going deep, but driving in slowly so he could feel the way her muscles grabbed at him. Locked down on him. He kept an easy, almost lazy pace, showing her slow and lazy could be good in a different way. He ground over her little button, keeping the friction there, watching the color spread over her body like a soft rose blush.
"Yeah, baby, you like that too, don't you?" he whispered. He kept his attention exactly where it needed to be, right over her wonderful little sweet spot, so greedy, so in need. He kept a crazy leisurely pace, feeling the power in his body, the gathering, his balls tightening. Fingers of desire, of need, danced up and down his thighs.
He felt a force gathering in her body as she surrounded him. Her thighs tensed, her breath, her arms locking him closer even as her delicate inner muscles locked down on his cock. He pulled back and slammed hard. Once. Twice. Three times.
Catarina screamed as she came, the orgasm tearing through her, taking him with her so they both went flying. He kept driving, once, twice, another time, and then it was impossible as her body flung his somewhere into subspace and he just floated there in heaven for a while.
Eli collapsed over her, holding her tight to him. She felt so small, so fragile, and yet her body could take his. He was a big man and even at his most gentle, he knew he hadn't been quite the way other men would be with her. His heart pounded into hers. He felt her frantic pulse around his shaft and his own heartbeat throb in his cock.
"I'm too heavy for you, baby. Probably crushing you. But I can't move." He didn't want to move. He wanted to stay locked with her just like he was.
She held him just as tightly, her legs and arms still wrapping him up as if he was a treasured gift. He buried his face against her shoulder and neck, turning his mouth so he could sip at the taste of her skin.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he whispered, meaning it, barely able to say the words aloud because deep inside he had fallen apart. He needed a few minutes to pull himself back together. He hadn't expected his feelings for her to be so intense, so overwhelming. To eat him from the inside out.
"No one's ever complimented me before," she whispered back. "I don't want you to just say it."