The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains.
Alexander breathed heavily as he laid the woman down on the bed, her limp form a welcome weight in his arms.
His heart pounded in his ears as he reached for the buttons of her top.
They proved stubbornly resistant, causing his patience to fray.
With a low growl, he simply ripped the shirt open, sending buttons flying.
His breath caught as her breasts sprang free, full and perfect, topped with rosy nipples already pebbled with arousal.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, eyes devouring every inch of newly exposed flesh.
He bent to capture her neck with his mouth, one large hand cupping her breast and kneading gently.
Alyssa arched into his touch with a soft moan, fingers tangling in his hair.
He laved her sensitive skin with his tongue, teeth grazing as he worked his way down to her breasts.
He lavished each one in turn before drawing a nipple into his hot mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue.
Alyssa cried out, back bowing off the bed.
“Please, I need…I need…” she keened, hands clawing at his shoulders.
“I need more.”
He knew exactly what she needed.
Reaching down, he unzipped her skirt and slid it off along with her panties, tossing them carelessly aside.
Then he was kissing a trail down her quivering stomach until his face hovered over her sex.
She looked down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, cheeks flushing even darker as he met her gaze.
Slowly, deliberately, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the seam of her folds, tasting her arousal.
“Mmmm…” he rumbled against her flesh.
“You taste so fucking sweet.”
He delved deeper, lapping at her clit before sealing his lips around the sensitive nub and suckling.
Alyssa was impossible tight, inner walls fluttering around his tongue as he worked her over with his mouth.
“Yessss!” she chanted breathlessly.
“Oh god, yes!”
He thrust two fingers deep inside her slick channel, pumping them in and out as he continued to suck on her clit.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“You’re so goddamn tight. I can barely fit one finger.”
Alyssa let out a high keen, trembling on the razor’s edge of climax.
He curled his fingers just right and latched onto her clit with his lips and tongue and she flew apart with a scream, juices gushing over his hand.
“Oh my god!” she sobbed, back bowing as she rode out the aftershocks.
“Don’t stop, please!”
Alexander gentled his touch, letting her come down slowly.
When she finally slumped against the bed, chest heaving, he gathered her close and rolled to pin her beneath him.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Alexander murmured roughly, nudging her thighs further apart with his knee.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
With that, he notched the head of his cock against her entrance and thrust home with one powerful stroke.
They both cried out at the sensation, him gritting his teeth as she was impossibly tight, engulfing his length.
“Fuck, fuck!” he snarled.
“You’re so fucking tight, I can barely move.”
Alexander fought for control, not wanting to hurt her as he started to piston his hips.
But the woman met him thrust for thrust, heels digging into the small of his back as she urged him on.
“Harder,” Alyssa begged breathlessly.
“Please, I need more!”
He complied with a harsh groan, slamming into her again and again, the wet slap of flesh on flesh filling the room.
Pressure built at the base of his spine, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.
“I’m going to come,” he choked out.
“Fuck, I can’t hold it!”
With a hoarse shout, he did just that, spilling himself deep in her spasming channel.
He collapsed on top of her with a shuddering sigh, pulling her limp form into his arms.