She pulled again on the cuffs, her breasts heaving, swaying invitingly. He liked looking at her there, spread out on his bed, completely defenseless and exposed to him. Her nipples were taut pebbles, hard and erect, and her breath came in little ragged gasps.
"It's always your way, Eli," she whispered, her head tossing a little. "But I don't know about this."
His hand slid down her belly to her mound. Two fingers slipped inside her hot tunnel. She was wet and slick. He withdrew them, held them up for her to see. "Yeah, Kitten, you like this." He licked his fingers, enjoying her taste, knowing there was so much more for him.
All the time he watched her eyes. She had beautiful eyes, very expressive and she was getting hotter by the minute. She might be a little nervous, but it added to the climbing heat in her.
"What are you going to do?"
"Anything I want, but I'll make certain you enjoy it. I've always wondered how many times I could make you come. We've got all night." He slipped his jeans from his body, his cock hard and erect.
Her gaze dropped to the heavy erection, her breath catching in her throat. He didn't blame her. He was long and thick and he looked far too big for her little body. But he fit perfectly. She was made for him. He craved her tight, scorching-hot tunnel and the way she grasped at him so greedily with her silken muscles.
"Eli." Just his name.
"It was 'baby' earlier. Now suddenly I'm Eli again. I wonder what it's going to take to get you to call out that little endearment." He stretched out, his shoulders spreading her thighs even wider. His hands held her open to him. "Such a beautiful little flower, and all mine. It is mine, isn't it, Catarina? This is all mine."
His tone demanded an answer and he waited, blowing warm air over her slick entrance. There was a moment of silence. He didn't look at her. He looked at the feast he was about to devour instead. But he waited.
"Yes." Her voice was so low he barely caught the sound, even with his acute hearing.
"No man has ever touched this. Tasted it. It's all for me. Every damn inch of you. All for me. Isn't that right, baby? This is all mine."
He lowered his head and took one delicious swipe with his tongue, dragging out the honey he craved. He stopped instantly, letting it dissolve in his mouth while he waited for her reply.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
She hesitated again, and he took another sample. Her body shuddered with pleasure and he blew more warm air over her. Waiting. He let her know he was waiting but he didn't look away from his prize.
"Yes, that's all yours. I'm all yours. Every inch of me."
"Belongs to me. Your golden mouth. Such perfect breasts. An ass that can bring men to their knees. And this beautiful, perfect flower. Belongs to me."
He didn't allow for much movement, but she managed a little. Her hips bucked again. Her legs moved restlessly.
"Yes," she whispered. "Eli."
She was drenched. He wanted that. Even needed it. Her scent called to him, and the craving grew beyond anything he'd known yet.
"I'm addicted to this taste, Kitten," he admitted. "I think I could eat you all night and never get enough. This time, you want my cock in you, I expect I'll be holding out for something from you. Something I need from you."
"What?" She gasped the word. "Eli, tell me what."
"You figure it out, Cat. Maybe after you've given me ten or fifteen orgasms, you'll figure it out."
He didn't wait. He couldn't. Not even for the pleasure of torturing her slowly, knowing every moment he had her spread open, every word out of his mouth was only making her hotter. Only causing the tension to wind tighter and tighter in her.
He needed. And he needed now. His mouth clamped over her slick, hot entrance and he plunged his tongue deep. She cried out, tried to move, but his arms pinned her down, refusing to allow her to wiggle away or even toward him. This was his. This was for him. He was taking what belonged to him. What she gave him.
He used his tongue ruthlessly, devouring her ravenously just like he said he would. She tasted better than he remembered. Hotter. Sweeter. Spicier. He ate her like he was dying for her taste, because he was. He'd had the taste of her in his mouth from the moment he'd heard her laughter in the kitchen with Emma.
He heard her ragged breathing, the desperate little mewling cries as he ate her. He loved her cries, music to his ears. He loved her body, and it belonged to him. He loved that the more he took from her, the more golden cream spilled out.
He felt her body coiling. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his face buried in her. "Give it to me. I want it now. Give it to me." He pressed his mouth over her clit and suckled, using his tongue in little butterfly strokes to stimulate her further.
She screamed and went wild around him, hips really bucking, body writhing, head tossing. He could feel the powerful orgasm sweeping through her body, the tight muscles clamping down hard. He was ruthless, refusing to stop, to give her any break.
"More," he demanded. "I want more from you."
His tongue pulled at the molten gold, all the sweetness her body gave him. He plunged two fingers deep and used his tongue and the edge of his teeth to drive her back up hard and fast. He loved the sensations, her cries. His.
He let go just long enough to raise his head slightly and make his demand. "Give me more, baby. I'm not done. I want more." He was greedy for it. For her honey and her orgasms. For her musical mewling cries. For the way she chanted his name, so breathy. So needy.
His tongue was back immediately, pulling more spice from her. He could hear the nearly feral growls coming from deep in his throat, rumbling in his chest. His cock swelled to the bursting point, aching and hard with its own demand. Still he couldn't stop, licking and sucking and once again using his teeth and fingers.
Her body stiffened. Shuddered. He felt the rewarding clamp of her muscles, a vise around his fingers. Her cry was lower, more muted, but pulled from somewhere deep inside of her. This time the orgasm was even stronger, like a powerful tsunami that gathered strength as it rocked through her body. He rode it out, catching the spilling liquid, flicking her sensitive clit with his tongue, stroking her thighs and using his fingers to press deep into that tight channel.
"Eli." She gasped his name. "You have to stop. I can't take any more."
"Yes you can. You will. Your body was made for this. Sex. Sin. Everything. Whatever I want. You'll love it, baby. You'll come to need it, just like I do."
She pulled at the handcuffs, trying to twist her body, trying to dislodge his mouth, but he'd already clamped down again, taking her over, taking what he wanted, driving her right back up hard and fast. Ruthlessly. Brutally. He heard her breath catch on a sob, but her body still spilled that hot, addictive liquid gold right into his mouth.
Catarina was afraid now, the fear skittering like tiny footprints down her spine, terrified she might lose her mind. He didn't know it, but she already needed this. Needed his mouth and his hands and his cock. She couldn't imagine her life without it. But he was going too far, taking her too high. She thought she might go insane, lose her mind at the pleasure spilling through her, overtaking her, pushing her so high she feared she would never come back.
Her body didn't belong to her anymore. It belonged to him. She couldn't think or reason when he was touching her. Her mind was in complete chaos and the tension in her body just coiled tighter and tighter. She needed another release. Desperately. Only it didn't come. She got close, reached for it, and he backed off, flicking his tongue until she wanted to scream with need.
"Eli." She could barely get his name out.
"Hmmm?" He didn't look up. Didn't stop tormenting her. He licked more. His hands framed her entrance so that he could dip his tongue into her again and again while she writhed under him. "You know what I want from you."
She couldn't think. There was no way to think. No way to remember what he wanted. She'd give him anything. Do anything. Let him do anything. Wasn't that enough? She bit back a sob of frustration as once again she got so close, the burning between her legs nearly exploding, and then he lifted his head as if he knew--and he probably did. He licked along the insides of her thighs.
Shards of desire clawed and raked at her. Streaks of fire rushed from her breasts to her core. She needed him. Was burning up with that need. She couldn't stay still. His mouth and fingers were relentless. He pushed her up and up until she thought she would come apart and never be put back together, but just before she could make that drop, he slowed his feast and left her panting and pleading.