Better was starting to feel pretty damned amazing, Michael thought with what was left of his brain when Eli touched, stroked, and generally drove him to the brink and back again. He followed with his own strokes, thinking of what he liked and did the same to Eli. It was a benefit he'd never thought of before - rather than being utterly unsure if what he was doing felt good to the woman, he knew what felt good to him. Just like those few encounters, he listened to Eli - small moans and the way he was breathing - to make sure that it felt good to Eli, too.