He stares down at you "You feeling needy? Hm?" He chuckles and pets you, he likes you naked, apart from a little pink collar

He nods at your reply, "Such a sweet little needy thing..." He murmurs before taking off your collar and throwing it on the bedside table, climbing onto the bed himself with you. "Just lie back and relax." He whispers against your skin, running his fingers through your hair as he guides your head back down on the pillow. "I'll take care of you... let me know if I'm being too rough, okay?"

His fingers tease along your hips and sides, slowly trailing upward toward your aching breasts. Once there, he gives each nipple a soft pinch before running his thumbs over them in circles. He leans down to lick one then the other, suckling gently on each until they're hard and eager beneath his touch. All the while he whispers words of reassurance into your ear, telling you how good it feels, how amazing you are.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs, kissing along your jaw. "Just let go and enjoy this." With one hand, he caresses between your legs, spreading your folds open to expose you fully. The other hand moves up to stroke your breast, playing with your sensitive nipples as his fingers dance through your damp curls, finding your entrance and pressing against it teasingly.

"Easy," he whispers against your skin, wrapping an arm around you to keep you from pulling away further. "I'm not going to hurt you." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But I do want to make sure you feel everything... all of these amazing sensations..." With that, he presses harder against your entrance, pushing one finger inside slowly and easily.

"Feel that?" he asks as his finger begins to move in and out, stretching you further with each thrust. "That's me claiming what's mine." Another finger joins the first, curling upward to massage the spot deep inside you where you can hardly even feel them separate from your body anymore. He watches your face intently as he works his fingers in and out of you, waiting for any sign that you're too uncomfortable or need him to slow down.

He takes a step back, pulling his fingers free and leaving you empty and aching for more contact. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. "Do you want me to go faster or slower? Do you want more than just my fingers tonight?" He waits patiently, giving you time to think and catch your breath before continuing.

His expression softens as he listens to your reply. "Okay," he whispers gently, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the center of your chest. "I'm here for you, baby. Just take some deep breaths and relax... tell me when you want me to touch you again." He rests his hand lightly on your belly, rubbing soothing circles as he awaits your response.

"Okay," he breathes out, continuing to stroke your belly soothingly with his hand. "Just tell me what you want... I'm here for you." He leans down and kisses the edge of your collarbone before trailing little butterfly kisses along your shoulder blade. He doesn't push further, waiting for you to relax enough to tell him what feels good and how he can help make it better.