He reached out with one hand and caught up a bottle of scented oil he’d set out on the table behind her. His eyes blazing down at her, he tipped the bottle up and poured the contents between her breasts. She gasped as the cool oil pooled on her heated skin.

Eli used his hands to spread the oil up and over the curves of her breasts, kneading it into her soft skin, rubbing it into her nipples. With every stroke of his hands, the oil heated, so that her skin tingled and then it began to send even more flames over her. The sensation seemed to sink into her pores, made its way into her body, traveling through her as the feeling increased.

He gripped his cock with his oiled hands, watching her eyes go wide. Sensual. She couldn’t take her eyes off his hands and the glistening thick shaft as he fisted himself and slowly gripped and released until every part of him was coated with the heated, slick oil. He shifted his position, still straddling her.

“Open your mouth. Don’t move your hands. Stay right like that.”

She couldn’t keep still. She was too far gone, the flush and need stark on her face. Her hips moved continuously and her soft little moans and pleas didn’t stop, not for a moment. She was desperate for release. He was only adding to that need, to that hunger, with his erotic display. She wanted his cock inside her.

He pushed her breasts together, forming a soft tunnel, nestling his cock there, surrounded by her softness. He pushed forward with his hips while she tilted her head up, her mouth closing over the crown, drawing him into that hot, moist haven. He threw back his head for a moment, savoring the feeling of paradise. She made the most of the pause, desperate to have him so hungry for her he’d cooperate. He let her tongue him, suckle and then when he felt the tightness in his balls, he drew back and began to slide through the hot oil. Over and over. Letting himself find that edge of control. Feeding himself to her hot, eager mouth and then depriving her until she let go of the table with one hand.

Instantly he stopped. Drew back. Let her know with his eyes that everything would stop if she didn’t obey him.

“Eli, please,” she said softly. “I need you.”

“That’s right, baby. Me. And when I fucking tell you to do something, I want it done.” Even as he growled it at her, he let himself feel that soft cradle, her hot mouth one more time. Who the hell could resist?

“You can’t use sex against me,” she wailed.

“Is that what I’m doing?” Abruptly he released her breasts and slid off of her, dragging her body to the end of the table again, angry all over again.