His fingers found her nipple and he tugged, catching her breath in his mouth. Catching her breathy little moan. Her nipples were sensitive. He liked that. He liked that she could take rough, but fell apart with gentle. He kissed his way to her right breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue before covering the dark, perfect treat with his mouth and suckling hard.

Her body arched, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth, and when he rolled and tugged on her left nipple, he was so in tune with her, he felt the electricity himself, a straight line from breast to her hot, wet, channel. Her legs moved restlessly and she bucked her hips.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured softly, taking his fill of her breasts. He switched from one to the other, using the edge of his teeth and the flat of his tongue to drive her up. “Come to me, Kitten. All the way to me.”

She made a soft little mewling sound and the sharp little points of her nails dug into his back. He spent time on her breasts, just the way he had her mouth, sometimes rough and then back to gentle, never letting her find a rhythm. He kept it up until her breath came in soft little gasps. His hand slid between her legs, fingers pushing into her tight sheath.

He lifted his head to watch her. She was sprawled out, her eyes on his face while his fingers stroked deep inside her.

“I’m going to . . .” she broke off, her hips undulating, bucking, needing.

“You’re so fucking hot when you come for me,” he whispered, meaning it. He loved watching her come. “That’s what I want, Cat. Give it to me. Give it all to me.” It was always the moment she was the most honest with him because she did give it all to him. To him. Eli. No one else. She came for him.

Her passage, slick and hot, clamped hard on his fingers, so hard he felt the bite right through his cock. She shuddered, cried out his name, her hands sliding down her own body from the sides of her breasts, along her ribs and belly to frame his hand with her own. All the while her eyes clung to his, while her body sucked at his fingers, pulsing around them, the tight muscles working to draw him deeper.

He leaned down and sucked her nipple deep into his hot mouth just as her body was settling. Ever so gently he brought his teeth there, biting down just hard enough that she exploded again, her body becoming a vise while his fingers worked her through her second orgasm.

He loved watching the dazed, helpless expression on her face. He loved the way she said his name, or sometimes, like now, couldn’t say it. His name just formed there on her lips and stayed right through her climax. How beautiful and hot was that?