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.
He felt his leopard surge toward the surface, as angry as he was, the need for dominancy overcoming good sense. The slide of fur shimmered for a moment so close he actually had to fight it back. When he flipped her over, dragging her hips over the edge so her sweet little ass was pushed toward him, he smacked her harder than he intended, her buttocks flushing a deep red immediately.
She tried to stand, gasping in shock, turning her head, but he lifted her hips and drove into her. She screamed, nearly convulsing with the pleasure. He held her pinned there, thrusting hard and fast, pistoning over the small bundle of supersensitive nerve endings, a relentless, brutal pace, forcing her body to accept his. The oil added to the burning and stretching along her sheath, he could tell by the way she moved, as if her delicate muscles were trying to retreat, but she was hungry for it, desperate enough to push back into him with every forward thrust of his body.
He gave in to his temper, to the male's temper, and with every third deep stroke of his cock he left a handprint on her pretty bottom. Between he soothed her with his palm, although she didn't deserve it. He wanted her to remember this moment, remember that he wasn't going to tolerate his woman putting herself in danger for any reason.
In the end, Eli wasn't certain if his method would work. With each fall of his hand, hot liquid bathed his cock and her mewling cries crescendoed.
Catarina felt perspiration gathering over her body. There wasn't a cell in her that wasn't on fire, wasn't in need. She could barely breathe, even her lungs burning. Eli surrounded her, was in her. He'd opened up some secret part of her she'd kept hidden from the world, a primitive, wild uninhibited woman who reveled in everything he did to her. Who needed more. Wanted more. Wanted him. Like this. Wild and out of control to match the wild and out of control she was.
She didn't have a clue where he began and she left off. They seemed to be one person instead of two. She felt his pleasure as surely as she felt her own. It burned through her like a firestorm, rushing through her veins, dragging over her nerve endings until her mind burned with such need she thought she might die of pleasure. She felt him with her, moving in her, but more, moving in her mind, as if he'd somehow merged them together into one being.
"I love you so much, Eli," she whispered, knowing it was true. Knowing whatever had happened between them in the past, he was the man for her.
"Oh, God, baby," he groaned. "You defeat me every damn time."
His surrender. She heard it in his voice. She felt it in the way his hands stroked and caressed her body. The way his cock swelled inside of her, hot and hard, filling her with . . . him.
She closed her eyes and gave herself to him, surrendering everything. The tidal wave ripped through her with hurricane force, sweeping both of them over the edge of sanity for just a few moments, throwing them into subspace where she floated, unafraid, in pure bliss, anchored to him--to Eli.
He collapsed over top of her, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck. "You're going to lead me on such a dance, Kitten."
"I'm going to love you so much, honey, you won't care," she whispered back.
His arms circled her waist, holding her to him. "I already love you so much I don't care," he admitted.
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "Strip naked and dance on the table? Really?" She laughed softly.
He grinned at her. "It was worth a try."
"Well. I might consider it for your birthday," she said. "Let me up. I still need my shower."
"Make me coffee first. Mine never tastes as good as yours." Eli didn't move.
She pushed back against him just to feel more delicious aftershocks. "I'm covered in oil. I think a shower is more important than your coffee." She was going to make his coffee because she enjoyed making it for him. He was usually grumpy in the mornings until she put that cup in his hands and he took his first sip. Then he looked at her as if she was the most wonderful, perfect woman who'd ever been born. She wasn't passing that up, not even to shower first.
"Then we'll just have to stay right here, locked together," he murmured against her spine. "Because I can't move without coffee."
Catarina burst out laughing at his grumpy tone. "You're such a baby, Eli."
He heard the capitulation in her voice. "You're going to make my coffee, aren't you, Kitten?"
"I shouldn't. Not after you smacked me on the butt."
He rubbed her left cheek with gentle strokes. "I didn't hurt you."
"If you'd hurt me, Eli, I would have let loose my leopard and you'd be ripped up a bit," Catarina assured.
"That's good, Cat, that's what I want from you. Stand up to me when I get too mean." He eased out of her and once again bent to kiss the base of her spine.
She wasn't going to tell him that when he was mean, his cat was involved, and that might not be the very best time to defy him. Male leopards definitely insisted on dominance with their females. She was figuring it out slowly, but she was getting it, just as Emma had assured her she would.
Pulling the edges of the shirt around her, she straightened. Eli's hands instantly went to her waist, steadying her. She loved that about him. The little things he did, even more than the big things, made her love him more. He always saw to her comfort--especially after they made love.
He tipped her head up and kissed her slowly, gently, his golden eyes almost liquid as they looked into hers. "I do love you, Catarina," he said softly. "More than my own life. I do love you."
She leaned into him. His strength surrounded her. Protected her. She realized in that moment, that's what Eli did. He made certain she was protected, but he allowed her to stand on her own. He wanted her to be as confident in herself and in her ability to survive any situation without him. He'd been working toward that end almost from the moment she met him.
"I love you right back the same way, Eli," she said softly. "More than my own life." She'd give up everything to know he was safe. Alive. Healthy.
He dipped his head as if he might kiss her again, but his lips veered to her ear. "Make my coffee, woman."
She went straight to the coffee machine, laughing as she did so. "Go clean up and I'll have it ready when you come back."