Cat's Lair
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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.”