Nightfall by Denise A. Agnew

hips shifted upwards. His jaw tightened and his fingers gripped her hips. Alexander looked tortured, wanting to thrust, but trying valiantly to give her every pleasure first.
    She’d never had this before. This overwhelming desire for a man mixed with tenderness. Never had a man given everything he had to please her sexually. When had she ever felt this powerful in bed? Maybe never.
    She moved, lifting and falling. His hips joined the beat, small pumps that didn’t overwhelm. They found a rhythm and she closed her eyes. His cock caressed sensitive places she’d never noticed before, never even knew she had. Her breath came in gasps as she lifted and fell, riding him with gentle waves. Slow. Slow. Excitement rose as their breaths grew faster. Tiny moans left her mouth as she climbed. Each beat of her heart punctuated the movements, a drugging and erotic song. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, his fingers dug into her waist. A tingling started in her core, heightened as his cock brushed over a place high inside her. The sensation tormented and greedy need escalated inside her. She rode him faster, eager to reach ecstasy. Her body clenched and with a cry she let go. Her flesh fluttered and trembled around his cock as she soared straight into a mind-melting orgasm. She cried out as he pressed deep. She shook in his arms as pleasure rocked her. When she returned to her senses, she opened her eyes. The flush on his cheeks, the eagerness in his eyes told her he wasn’t finished.
    Before he could speak, she lifted off of Alexander and lay down on the bed. She held her hand out to him. She thought he’d take her right then, but he surprised her.
    Alexander slid down the bed until he was between her thighs. Heat surged into her, as she realized what he intended. She bent her knees, her feet planted on the bed.
    For the next few moments she fell into the experience as he tasted her with long, slow licks. He slipped one finger inside her and she groaned at the delicious pleasure. Everything inside her tightened as excitement rose higher and hotter. He plunged with gentle movements that rose in intensity. She lifted her hips, writhing a little as sensation piled upon sensation. His relentless touches brought her higher, each plateau a new beginning, a sweet torture. At the apex she stifled a loud groan, shuddering and quaking through an intense orgasm that left her panting and filled with bliss.
    He moved on top of her. As he lowered his hips between her thighs, and his cock touched her softness again, he hesitated.
    “Please, don’t hold back,” she said softly, wanting his power, his passion. “Give me everything.”
    With a low moan he kissed her, and his cock slid home. She gasped against his lips. She was so wet he moved within her easily, thrusting slowly. Slipping her arms around his back, she held on and drew her legs up to ease his way. Tortured by the teasing, exploring thrusts, she moaned softly. Propped on his powerful forearms, he quickened the pace. He tore away from the kiss, burying his face in her neck. She shivered, filling with new excitement as he rocked her. She was aware of everything. Every breath. Each brush of his hair-roughed chest against her nipples, the incredible strength of his thighs as he spread her open.
    She clutched at him as the feelings rose higher. “Alexander.”
    It was a plea, a gasp of tortured pleasure against his mouth. She couldn’t believe she had this within her again, rising and rising.
    With a growl he powered into her, his pounding thrusts driving her toward a new high as she came apart. A scream caught in her throat, drowned out by his mouth as he took it within him. When she lay limp, he continued with a few more powerful strokes before he buried his face in the pillow and growled. She felt him spurt inside her, his muscles drawing tight and hard as a long, drawn-out shiver wracked his body. When he lay still, she hugged him close and felt tears slip from her eyes.
    He