"Perfect," he repeated, pulling away from her breast long enough to look in her eyes. "Sliding into you feels like heaven, even with just a finger." He stroked her, curling his finger up to press against that rough patch just inside while the heel of his hand ground against her pearl. "And man who gets to feel this and doesn't say the same doesn't deserve to be there." He kissed his way over to her other breast to give it the same attention as the first--and slipped a second finger inside to join the first.