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.