Just the way he was looking at her was enough to curl her toes, and Sonora arched her back, one hand trailing over her left breast and down the smooth expanse of her stomach. She watched him strip, her own gaze hungry, and she could hardly get enough of looking at him when he was naked. Dear God, she'd been so right about him. He was absolutely<em>perfect</em>. Her tongue darted over her lips as he stepped forward, and she felt the head of his cock nudge at her glistening entrance for a moment before he thrust deep.<br/><br/>A shriek was torn from her throat, the slight prickling of the tips of his claws digging into the tender flesh of her sternum as he pressed his hand down, forcing her flat on her back again. Not that Sonora minded in the least. She panted for breath, his thick, hard shaft stretching her so fully and so well that she'd wondered if she'd ever truly experienced a real man before this. It wasn't long before her body adjusted to him, the slight discomfort caused by his sudden entrance dissipating swiftly, leaving her feeling nothing but satisfyingly full.<br/><br/>And then...he began to move. If Sonora had thought he'd felt good before, she<em>really</em>thought so, now. His weight above her pinned her securely against the table, and every deep, slow thrust elicited a cry of ecstasy from her lips, which was immediately swallowed by his mouth as it slanted against hers. Her arms shifted, nails biting into the corded muscles of his back as she gripped him with her thighs. She couldn't think, couldn't speak, could barely breathe she was so overwhelmed by the sheer power of him, and she had never been more aroused. Every thrust of his hips pushed her pleasure higher, her muscles tensing and quivering as her orgasm began to build.