She moved into position between his legs. His skin was hot and smelled a little wild, feral, definitely primitive. She liked the way he smelled. There were two pearly drops on the silken head of his cock and she leaned into him to lick them off as she opened her knees wide.

His taste was addicting. She didn’t know if he was that way naturally or if it was the things he chose to eat, only that she loved the taste of him and always craved more. For her, this moment was huge. She wanted to know she could please him just the way he pleased her. She needed to feel on the same level with him, that he wanted her just the way she wanted him, that no one else would do. And she needed to know that she could bring him to the very edge of his control, or even, possibly, tipping him past it. She liked that he cared enough to give her power. And she knew this was very powerful.

Eli dropped his hand to the top of Catarina’s head and brushed a caress over her hair with one hand while he reached casually for the coffee cup with the other. There was something very decadent about sitting on his porch in the late evening, a cup of coffee in his hand and his woman kneeling between his legs, her hands caressing his balls, her tongue gliding over the crown of his cock.

She looked so anxious that he cursed himself that he hadn’t seen the problem. He should have known she wouldn’t have the confidence to initiate sex, particularly sucking his cock in the early morning hours. He wanted to groan aloud at the thought of her looking at him and wondering what to do.

She stroked her tongue over his shaft, and then flicked it underneath the broad head. His body shuddered and fire raced up his shaft to radiate into his belly. His balls burned. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. He wasn’t going to be able to last very long, not when he’d gone so long without her.

“Take your time, baby,” he murmured softly. She needed to know what she was doing was perfect, whether or not it was killing him.

She ran her lips up and down him, over his balls and back up to the crown, learning the shape and feel of him with her mouth and hands.

“That’s it. Pay attention to the cues I give you. Changes in my breathing. If I put my head back or tighten my thighs.” He took a sip of coffee and watched her tongue lick at him like an ice cream cone. That was enough to make him moan.

“Deeper, baby, take me deeper,” he encouraged.