For a moment he thought she’d struggle. He watched her face carefully. Her gaze didn’t leave his and he saw her make the effort to relax her mouth and throat for him. He inched farther into that tunnel of unbearable tightness. He pulled back and let her have air before he thrust again. The pleasure was exquisite. Perfect. He went three more times, not taking advantage, not sliding deeper.

“We’ll go fifteen counts, babe,” he bit out. It came out more a growl. He couldn’t help it. She was beautiful on her knees, her mouth tight around his cock, her legs open so he could see the welcoming moisture collecting at her entrance.

She nodded and he watched her take another breath. He slipped deeper this time, still gentle, still careful.

“Suck hard, baby, use your tongue.”

He loved that she complied, that she didn’t question him or fight him. Her hands cupped his balls, slid over his thighs, always kept contact with him as he thrust gently deep into her mouth.

The fire in his belly grew, flames leaping and burning and his cock felt scorched in the blaze, enveloped in the inferno of her mouth. He pulled back before it was too late, and pulled her to her feet, no longer gentle. She’d driven him out of his mind with her mouth and he wanted her his way.

He lifted her easily, planted her butt on the edge of the counter, yanked her knees apart, pushed one hand into her belly so she was forced to tip backward, forced to prop herself up on her elbows. That gave him access to everything he wanted. He dipped his head and ate her. Ravenously. Ferociously. A man starved.

He was ruthless. Relentless. This was his and he was addicted to it. Honey and spice, a scorching tight cauldron, all his. She screamed out an orgasm as he took her up fast, but he hardly heard with the roaring in his head and the thundering of his blood in his ears. He suckled, licked, used his fingers and thumb, the edge of his teeth and kept devouring her right through a second and third orgasm.

“I need you. Please, I need you now.”

Her sobbing plea finally penetrated. He licked the honey off her thighs and lifted his head, again waiting.

“Tell me what you need, and use my name.”

Her breath hissed out, her eyes flashing at him. He dragged her ass right off the counter, her legs over his shoulder, his mouth clamped between her legs, feeding, uncaring that she writhed and struggled. He forced another orgasm, this one so powerful she screamed through it. He didn’t stop.

“Eli! Please. Eli.” She sounded close to tears, not sobbing with pleasure, but real tears. She didn’t like asking. “I need you inside me. Please.”