His head kicked back the moment he felt her fingers wrap around his hardened heat. Forget the rasp of his zipper, the hard jerk of his hips as he lifted himself up off the bed in order for his jeans to be yanked down – along with the boxers – low enough to free his erection that sprung free, throbbing against his naval. She didn't give him very long to breathe, not when she wrapped him up with the sensation of her fingers stroking him up. He barely even noticed that she had pulled his fingers away from her sticky sweet arousal. Growling low with his lids lowered, he watched her on top of him with slack jawed lust before his lips remembered to curve into a wicked grin. Lifting the hand that she had tossed aside in order for her own selfish need, he thrust the pair of fingers that had worked her up to this point between his lips, watching her face as he sucked her juices clean.<br/><br/>She didn't stop there, though, did she? His angel was showing her trepidation in the form of taking control of the situation for herself. He had enough time to grab onto her hips, his hands sliding up until her skirt was fully bunched and his fingertips made an indention in her skin as she angled herself over his shaft and sunk down. He groaned low in his throat, his breath hitching to a halting rasp as he watched himself disappear into the tight sheath that fit around him like a wet, throbbing heat that caused him to jerk his hips before she had managed to take every inch. In the same motion, his fingers tightened, dragging her down hard so that he hilted inside of her. His never endings tingled in those first moments of tension as he kept her pressed firmly down on him so that his pelvis kissed her clit, the motion of his hips underneath her rocking him deeper, stroking her inner walls until she adjusted to being on top.<br/><br/>Heavy lidded with his lips parted in surrender, he tilted his chin up to watch the expression on her face, watching as heavy lust crept across her face and made it slacken with desire. “<i>Mmmm... </i>I don't want you to come. That's not what I want...” He trailed off, his voice turned rogue and deep as his hands slid over her hips where they gripped to the swell of her ass, gripping her firmly as he<i>yanked </i>her forward so that her little hooded pleasure point stroked right up against him as he picked up a slow, jerking rhythm of his hips underneath her. Pistoning slowly for now, languid but torturous, the head of his cock causing friction where it slid deep inside her. His fingers crept, spreading the cheeks of her ass and grinding her forward on top of him with the sensuous motion he set for them. “No, I want you to explode in a million pieces all over me. Then I'm going to make you do it again, my way, and perhaps even again until you're begging me to let you rest. Understand?”<br/><br/>His hands slid down again, his fingers probing past the pucker of her anus and between her cheeks so that he could stroke the sodden lips that surrounded his base. Murmuring his approval at how wet she was, he let his hands meander higher, dancing over the muscles of her spine until one hand stopped at the small of her back and the other went up to tangle in the hair below the base of her neck. His grip tightened without pulling, but he was still forceful enough to pull her head back as if to control her gait.<br/><br/>“Now ride me, angel,” he growled softly.