““He set his hands to her hips, guiding her up, then back down, slowly, showing her the movements, encouraging her exploration. "That's it, beautiful," he whispered, watching as her voluptuous body rose and fell on him in sweet torment. "Ride me." And she did, finding her own marvelous rhythm- one that he thought would certainly kill him if he didn't so desperately want to live to see the ecstasy on her face when she found her release. He didn't have to wait long. She perfected the angle, tiny little gasps of pleasure marking each step she took toward the ultimate goal, and he held on to her hips, his grasp firm and encouraging as she reached for completion. "Take it, Empress," he said hoarsely, as he watched her crest on a wave of pleasure, eyes closed, back arched, head thrown back in complete abandon as she moved against him. "Take what you want," Her eyes opened, and he read the desire in her gaze. "Come with me," she said, not understanding the erotic power of the words. He could do nothing but give her that for which she had asked. He flexed beneath her as she lost her strength and fell against him, catching her cries with a kiss, rolling her to her back and continuing their movements until the pleasure shattered around her again. Only then did he give himself up to the powerful pulsing release that made him never want to leave her arms or her bed again.””
