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.
Catarina did what he said, and he put down his coffee cup. She liked it a lot better when he put the cup down and she knew she had him, that what she was doing was getting to him. She found if she suckled strongly and did a little moaning of her own, the sensation really got to him. She found the most sensitive spots, and she worked them, enjoying every shudder of his body.
"That's perfect, baby," he praised. "You're already a master at this, and you want to know why? Because it matters to you. You really do want to please me. You're beautiful, Cat, so fucking beautiful."
She loved the rasp in his voice. The way he was always so decisive and commanding. She loved that he gave her praise when she did something right. She loved her mouth on him. His taste. The way his body shuddered with pleasure. And she especially loved that she was the one giving him that pleasure.
"That's so good, Kitten, but I think you're ready for me to take over. I'm going to go a little harder and a little deeper than last time we did this. When I go deep, it might be more like twenty seconds instead of ten and you might begin to panic. I want your eyes on me the entire time. That way I can see if you're panicked but can take it, or panicked and we have to stop for a couple of minutes. Do you understand?"
She nodded, too caught up in what she was doing to really pay attention.
He narrowed his gaze. "Baby, I don't want you afraid. If you start to panic, I need to know. I have to be able to read you. Tell me you get that."
She fought down a smile. He was more anxious on her behalf than she was. "Yes, Eli, I understand, I'll keep my eyes on yours."
"I want you sucking me and using your tongue while I go deep. Relax for me, just like before."
She was so wet between her legs, her thighs felt creamy. Her body tingled from head to toe. Her mouth watered. She couldn't take her eyes from his, from the dark intensity of his hunger. He looked darkly sensual, his features carved with lust, his eyes hooded and hungry.
"This time, I'm not going to stop. You understand?"
She swallowed. He was scaring her just a little bit, but she was excited at the same time. "I understand, you're not going to stop."
His hands went to her hair, fisting on either side of her head. "Tilt your head and keep your eyes on me. Don't look away. And put both your hands on my thighs and keep them there." He stood up, towering over her, the head of his cock at her lips.
She brushed a kiss over the silky head and then licked again at the white drops that told her she was doing her job. She pressed her palms to his thighs, feeling a little vulnerable without the ability to control how deep he drove into her. Still, that in itself added to the thrill and sensuality of the act.
He pushed his cock into her mouth, holding her head still, his eyes pure cat. Focused. Unblinking. He filled her mouth, driving deeper than he'd ever been, and he was right, it was a little scary, but she didn't look away from his eyes and that held her steady. The fire between her legs grew. Hot. Needy. Urgent. She loved this too.
She used her tongue when she could. She sucked hard when he was deep. Twice she nearly struggled, afraid she couldn't breathe and she'd choke to death. Both times he soothed her. She nearly forgot and brought up her hands to stop him, but recovered both times without him having to remind her and that made her even happier.
"Baby, you're doing great." His voice was hoarse. His head was back. She could see his muscles standing out. A fine sheen dusted his chest. "A couple more seconds. Breathe through your nose. This is paradise. You're giving me fucking paradise."
She wanted to give him paradise and she could see it on his face. His eyes were completely molten, his face carved with pure sensuality. He was holding back for her and she didn't want him to. The fists in her hair pulled at her scalp with a bite of pain and she felt the answering rush of hot liquid between her legs. Determined, she suckled him as hard and as tightly as she could.
When he drove deep, she forced air through her nose and tried to relax her throat. The sounds he made, long feral growls, drove her out of her mind with lust. Her breasts hurt they were so achy. Tremors raced through her body and she was certain, absolutely certain if she dropped one hand and pushed her finger between her legs she would explode, but she didn't, because she wanted to give him this, just as he'd given her so much pleasure.
He went deeper again. He was hotter than before. Thicker. She felt his cock pulse. Throb. She used her tongue along the underside of the broad crown, and sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, wanting everything he could give her. He threw back his head and roared to the night. His body shuddered. She felt the muscle of his thighs tighten, dance with pleasure as he erupted.
His fists held her head perfectly still while he poured down her throat, the hot, thick length of him filling her. The sensual sounds he made set off a series of mini-quakes in her body so that her sheath contracted hard and her womb spasmed.
Very slowly his hands loosened in her hair. His eyes blazed down into hers. He looked hungry enough to devour her, and that was almost as thrilling as knowing she'd put that look on his face.
"So good, Kitten. Perfect."
His voice was a rough velvet that sent tremors through her stomach. She felt his legs tremble when another shudder went through his body. He didn't release her, not even when he sat down.
He leaned back in the chair, relaxing, even closing his eyes as she bent to him, lapping gently with her tongue. She liked the way the tension slipped from his face so she took her time, taking care of him while she had the chance.
His hand went to the top of her head. "You're the most amazing woman in the world, Kitten. I never once imagined I'd ever have a woman like you."
14
CATARINA Benoit would forever be his obsession. His love. Eli hadn't known it was possible to feel the way she made him feel. He was totally at peace. He couldn't remember a time, from the moment he'd entered puberty, that he'd ever felt at peace. Every muscle in his body was warm and relaxed. He could barely open his eyes, just enough to see her. To watch her.
She was the most beautiful, exotic woman on earth. He hadn't expected her to care for him, not in the ways she showed him care. The minute attention to detail. She was meticulous when it came to the effort she put in lavishing attention on him.
He managed to slide his hand from his thigh to slip his fingers back into her long, dark hair. He'd spent a good deal of his life traveling the world looking for the right woman and he'd been close to giving up. There was only one. He'd known that from the moment he began having sex with women. He'd known because his leopard was doubly dangerous around the women and he didn't always trust that he could control the animal.
The moment he'd laid eyes on Catarina, everything had been different, even the sex. Especially the sex. He'd had great sex before, but he'd never imagined the places her body could take him. Mostly, he never imagined the depth of emotion she could create inside him.