[m]we watched him pour bad red wine into his head

[Taliesin Dir Rhiannon]

He nibbled on Gemma's shoulder before lifting himself and putting his weight on his hands. He wanted to watch, wanted to savor every moment. She wove a spell of desire around him, and he needed to be sure she was totally satisfied. He continued to drive himself in deep before pulling back so only his tip was in, and then pressing himself deep inside again. A soft growl sounded in his throat as he pulled back again, teasing her by only using the tip of his shaft to pleasure her. Unless she demanded something faster, he would keep the same slow pace until he saw her shatter into a puddle of bliss. He slid himself deep inside again, whimpering softly as her walls spasmed around his shaft. He was drowning in pleasure, drowning in her deep blue eyes. He pressed himself deep, then stilled, watching her. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked in the passion of the moment. He wanted to tell her how much he was loving the feeling of her sheath tightening and spasming around his cock. Instead he just sighed her name and continued the slow deep strokes that felt good to him, and seemed like she was enjoying them too. If she wanted something more, all she needed to do was ask him, and he would do whatever she asked. Hell, at this moment, if she told him she wanted the moon, he would find a way to give her the moon. If she told him to roll her over and be rough with her, he'd do that too. He was willing to do anything as long it pleased her, it was what made him a most wonderful lover.