How can one man be so sensual with so little effort?

His hands come up and cradle the sides of my face, stroking my jawline, trying to calm the pace, before he pulls my hands up beside my head and holds them down. There’s an urgency to it, but I squirm under him, pushing against him hard, trying to ignite full-on sex.

“Slow down, Emma,” he breathes against my face.

No, no, no. Don’t stop, don’t let me slow down, and let my mind take over. Don’t let me start ...