Part of him had wanted to push her to the point, to make her feel like she couldn't stand it any longer, that she needed what he could give her or else she might explode from the anticipation. He had been successful in that endeavor, but it worked both ways, as he almost driven himself crazy with trying to wait, to push her just a little farther. Everything inside of him was screaming to have her, to take her right there, and it was far too over powering to ignore. Her skin felt warm and flushed against his own, and he knew that her heart was beating just as rapidly within her chest as his was.
Breath was coming in the form of a short pant, and his eyes were locked on her face, wanting to memorize every detail, see the look on her features when it happened. Her fingers were sliding through his hair, lightly grazing his scalp, and the feeling caused a shiver to run down his spine. "Maybe I want to." His voice was low, not quite a growl, and barely above a whisper. She was wiggling her hips, he knew what she wanted, and he wanted it just as much, if not even more. He lined their bodies up slowly, knowing she was ready for the next step, and more than willing to take her there.
He was still looking into her eyes when he started to enter her, slowly at first, barely pushing his hips forward. A groan escaped his lips almost involuntarily. She felt so tight and perfect, warm, leaving him needing more. With another thrust, he pushed all the way inside o her, refusing to look away, wanting more than anything to see the look on her face.