Alexei didn't hesitate as I pulled him to me, enjoying the pleasant feel of his weight crushing me to the mattress. He was a confident enough man to know that this was not a vulnerable girl reacting to bad news - this was what I wanted and it was clearly what he wanted, too.

His tongue slipped into my mouth and I welcomed it with my own. The fingers of my left hand were tangled in his dark hair, pulling, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that he would feel it. My right hand, meanwhile, had slid down his torso, tracing the contours of his body beneath the light shirt he wore. He was not as massive as Nico, nor as ripped as Christoph. Alexei was a nice middle ground, a guy who worked out not to look good, but to stay in shape, and just happened to look amazing as well. I wanted to touch every part of him with every part of me.

As we continued to kiss, I spread my legs and his powerful hips settled between my thighs, making me purr into his mouth as his length ground against me. He felt as big and strong as Christoph had felt and my mind danced off into exciting speculation about how that would feel inside me. I lifted my legs to drape them around his hips, not squeezing - not yet - but just to feel him against as much of me as possible. There was no question, Alexei was a dominant male, used to being in control and taking charge - that was fine, but I wanted him to know that I was a dominant woman. I wouldn't be taking a back seat in all this.

As he lifted his torso a little, his hands slid between our bodies, searching for, and finding, the buttons to my onesie.

It must be said that, in the field of provocative nightwear, the onesie comes dead last in the sexiness stakes. It ranks even lower than the simple T-shirt and sweats, because at least you can work around those. A onesie - even an unbuttoned onesie - is like a chastity belt; until you get it off, nothing is going in. I've been with men who've tried, and they've invariably been thwarted, and have had to stop and figure out the quickest way of getting me out of the damn thing before matters can proceed, which is the sort of interruption that can really kill the mood if you're not careful.

Of course, it goes without saying that these were lesser men than Alexei.

As my buttons popped open one by one, he left my mouth behind and began to kiss a slow path from my neck down the trail of bare skin revealed. His lips barely seemed to graze my skin, but by now I was so aroused that every contact burned like wildfire, lighting up pleasure receptors between my thighs.

He brushed the obstructing material to one side to reveal my small, firm breasts - more than a handful is a waste - and I gasped as his tongue feathered around my nipples, which peaked instantly.

I twisted my hips in sharp pleasure, tightening the grip of my legs around him to feel the iron bar stashed in his pants, rigid against me. Swiveling my hips, I ground against it, groaning at the delicious pressure.

As the last button of my onesie popped open, Alexei's hands stroked back up my body to the collar and began to pull. I had thought it was impossible to remove a onesie with any sexuality whatsoever, but Alexei had found a way. While he continued to subject my over-stimulated breasts to the gentle nips and long sucks, he drew the onesie down my trembling body, peeling me like a banana. As the onesie progressed down, revealing more tender flesh, Alexei's mouth moved, too, leaving my breasts and kissing a hot yet gentle path down my torso, dipping his tongue into my belly button, until he reached the neatly trimmed landing strip of hair. Here he stopped, his tongue dancing teasingly at the edge of where I most desired him to kiss.

My legs had, by now, slipped from his body and he sat back to draw the onesie down my slim limbs and over my feet, leaving me completely naked. Alexei dropped the onesie to the floor, his gaze roasting my nude body with fiery need. I may not have the curves that some men look for in women, but he seemed to enjoy my lean form very much.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed as he stared at me.

On a whim, I rolled onto my stomach, letting him get a look at my ass. I looked back at him over one shoulder, deliberately provocative, and was pleased to see his hand steal to the front of his pants to massage his massive length in approval. It was important that he desire me at least as much as I wanted him.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked.

I flipped back around onto my knees, facing him. “Beautiful enough, and that’s all that matters.”

Suddenly, he was back on top of me and I squealed then gasped as he kissed me hard and fast. He didn't linger this time, immediately pulling back so his tongue could trace a trail of fire down my sternum, between my breasts and over my stomach to that goal at which it had previously stopped short.

I cried out as Alexei's tongue slicked into me, instantly touching off sharp sensations of keen, honed pleasure. His hands rested on my hips and then slid around to cup the tight cheeks of my ass as they clenched spastically in time with his deliriously wonderful tongue massage.

Men in general have little understanding of how to orally pleasure a woman - it doesn't come naturally and most refuse to be taught. It's an area in which women are much more skilled - I experimented a little in my teens, but in the end, I always came back to men.

Alexei was the glorious exception that proved the rule. It was like he instinctively knew that variety was key.

First, soft and sweet, gentle licks and even gentler sucks. Then his tongue, burrowed as deep as it would go, his face pressed tight against my pelvis. Then he’d pull back, darting his tongue this way and that, seeking out teasingly sensitive spots inside me that made me catch my breath.

One moment, his tongue sliced the full length of my wet entrance, barely penetrating, the next, it slid in deep, twisting delectably inside me. I began to bounce my hips against his face as my breath went short and my muscles tensed. He growled against me and then pulled back to lap at my swollen clit, grazing it with his teeth while his fingers plunged in and out of me.

I’m not embarrassed to say that I completely lost my shit.

I whined, mewed, keened and gasped as Alexei's tongue did exquisite things to my downstairs. All my cool had incinerated under the heat of his mouth as I yanked on his hair with my hands and wrapped my legs tight about his head.

In that moment, I didn't care if Earth was turned to dust, as long as he kept doing what he was doing. A deep flush started spreading through my body, suffusing my skin - always the first sign that I'm on the brink - and seconds later, I went over the edge. I dug my heels into the mattress, grinding myself into Alexei's face, biting my lip hard enough to make it bleed as ecstasy rocketed through my body.

My channel clenched and squeezed in vicious spasms as I tried not to scream. The whole time, Alexei held tight, never wavering, the only port in this storm.

As the unbelievable sensations subsided, I flopped back to the bed, sweating and exhausted, but almost high with joy.

Whatever happened down the line, this wasn’t a mistake. Something so perfect…so unbelievably satisfying and beautiful couldn’t be.

I was also resolute that in whatever happened next - and I wasn't done with this man yet - I would be in charge. If it took all night, I was going to get a reaction out of him like the one he had just gotten out of me. Although, maybe, if I was lucky, I could have a few more 'reactions' first…

Alexei lifted his head from between my legs with the grin of a man who has made a girl lose all control of her body.

"Beautiful."

All exhaustion forgotten, I sprang up to my knees and dragged him back to the bed. With one hand, I reached for the front of his pants, squeezing hard, and was rewarded with a virile throb - he was more than ready. A shudder ran through me and a fresh wave of need came with it.

Alexei tried to undress but I was in charge now, and when he tried to undo the top button of his shirt, I simply ripped the garment open, sending buttons flying. His gaze was tense with desire, his jaw flexing as he dragged the tattered shirt off his arms.

Next, I attacked his pants, clumsy in my haste, undoing belt and buttons and yanking them down his strong legs. Revealing Alexei's cut body was a treat for the senses, the sight of his firm pecs, the touch of his well-defined abs, he even smelled of muscle as I dipped my head to lick up that irresistible torso, barely noticing the absent belly button. My hands were already on his boxers, gripping the waistband and stripping the final item of clothing from him, leaving the poor guy naked and vulnerable to attack from predatory women - like me.

But even with my determination to be the confident, dominant, instigator, I could not help pausing to stare wide-eyed at what I had unleashed. Alexei's cock sprang out from the confines of his underwear like a caged tiger, rearing up from between his thighs until he caught hold of the shaft as if it needed to be controlled like a wild animal.

I have been with my share of men, in fact - without putting too fine a point on it - I have probably been with rather more than my share of men, but I'd never seen anything like Alexei.

Before my astonished eyes, he seemed to grow still more, as if freedom had given that glorious cock new strength. There is a wonderful moment that I always relish when you see a man in this situation for the first time and know that that thing will soon be inside of you, making you see stars. That moment has always given me a little thrill, whether the man is small, average, big, or Alexei.

However, Alexei’s member had set me back on my heels a bit. I swallowed hard and cleared my throat, giving myself a mental pep talk.

You can do this, girl. You got a crown from a queen, for crying out loud.

Gathering my courage, I reached out to grab his hot shaft, laying my hand above Alexei's own, and stroked the top half, feeling the broad, smooth head pulse with excitement at my touch, until a bead of cloudy liquid seeped out of the eye.

I dipped my head to lap it up and Alexei groaned in pleasure.

"So you are human," I tried to joke, but my voice sounded breathy.

He shook his head. "Not human. But just as vulnerable. I'm afraid I'm nothing special."

I begged to differ.

Alexei leaned towards me, trying to pull me up towards him, but I stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"No. You do as you're told. You go where you're told."

The grin on his face suggested he had no problem with that, and I pushed him back into the pillows and straddled him. We kissed, his hands stroking my hair, my breasts, my ass and thighs. I pulled back, kneeling up and very aware of his cock surging and bucking between my thighs.

"Does it want something?" I asked.

"You."

I loved the heat in his stare as he looked at me.

Reaching down, I took hold of his shaft, still not quite believing the girth between my fingers, and guided it to the slick heat of my core. With only a beat of trepidation, I lowered myself onto him and could not suppress a gasp as he stretched my tight channel. I bit my already tender bottom lip, fighting for control, and took another inch or two.

This time it was Alexei who sighed.

"How does that feel?" I asked, teasingly.

"Like the Elysian Fields."

I learned later, that meant 'like heaven' for an ancient Greek, but the way in which he said it was enough to confirm that it meant 'good'.

He groaned as I twisted my hips in lazy circles. I still only had about half of him inside me but I was up for anything now, desire a drumbeat in my blood. I draped myself forward to kiss him as I inched my hips down the granite length of his member. His hands roved over my body, finding every erogenous point and creating some new ones along the way, calming and exciting me at the same time. Finally, a desperate 'ooh' escaped my mouth, like a tiny orgasm, as I mashed my hips up against his. I had him to the root and it felt amazing. I would not have thought I was capable of being so full.

Alexei cradled my body to him, kissing me gently, but I pulled away to sit up straight astride my new lover. I grinned wickedly down at him, as if to say 'ready?', and he met my grin with one of his own.

With my palms planted firmly on his abdomen, I began to ride him, slowly at first but gaining in speed as I adjusted to his size. Alexei grunted and his breath began to come faster. I felt his hands traveling up my thighs to rest on my hips. I tolerated their presence but I was the one who would set the pace. And that pace was getting faster…harder, more frantic. My ass cheeks smacked against his muscular thighs as I rode him. His eyes burned with need and I lowered myself onto his girth over and over, unrelenting, as his chest heaved with exertion.

But if Alexei was struggling to keep control, then so was I. The feel of that swollen, strong cock inside me was incredible, and the harder I rode it, the more incredible it became.

The ecstasy welled up within me with each swift, slick stroke, each pummel of my hips against his took me closer to an inevitable completion. My head rocked back involuntarily to stare at the ceiling, mouth wide, gulping yelps bursting from my lungs with each rough impact, the heat building in my loins as his cock throbbed within me.

I had lost interest in domination - all I cared about was pleasure. The crimson flush swept across me and I went into convulsions in my seat, bucking and bouncing against the hard organ within me. I fell forward, unable to sit up anymore, and continued to shake and shudder lying flat against him as an unbelievable orgasm spasmed through me.

The crashing wave of pleasure voided all time and space and sense for I don't know how long. When reality dribbled back in, I became aware that I was on my back with Alexei on his side to my left, staring down at me in admiration, jaw still taut with need.

"When you go off, you really go,” he said, his gritty tone filled with both admiration and approval.

"I think you deserve most of the credit,” I replied, still breathless. I let my gaze travel down his body. "You haven't come yet."

And I said it in a tone of voice that hopefully conveyed how glad I was that there was more to come. I reached out and tugged him toward me.

He climbed on top of me and I parted my legs to allow him access. His blunt head nudged against me and I sighed as he pushed in, more easily this time, slicking his way right to my core. As he filled me for a second time, our eyes met.

For years, I have quietly wondered what girlfriends of mine meant when they use the phrase 'more than just sex'. Initially - like most people - I assumed it was a way of saying really good sex, that headboard rattling, mattress breaking, can't walk straight afterwards sex that we all have from time to time if we're lucky.

But it became apparent that 'more than sex' to them meant something less tangible, and not necessarily sexual. It was something to do with love, that great unknown. I had never had 'more than sex' in that sense, and to be honest, I had begun to think that it was something people said when their boyfriend/husband was not that great in bed but you had to say something to excuse it. But as Alexei looked at me and I saw myself reflected in his eyes, I felt something even more wonderful than the feel of him inside me - which felt pretty fucking wonderful.

The sensation seemed to grow from a soft glow in the pit of my stomach, spreading throughout me from top to toe, like a gentle orgasm of well-being, of happiness, of... I don't have the word. I felt like crying and laughing and coming all at once.

"Alexei." I didn't say it in passion. I just needed to say it.

"Cat." He stroked my cheek and kissed me.

For a while, we lay like that, kissing and touching, his cock still hard inside me. Then, slowly, he began to move.

"Ohh..." This new thing I was feeling had given a new dimension to sex. A new dimension to pleasure itself. It was as if I had grown a sixth sense, the other five no longer being adequate to process what I was experiencing. I still felt the beautiful, sensual, aching reality of Alexei's cock stroking in and out of me, provoking in me as physical and visceral a reaction as before. But now that awesome feeling was accompanied by an almost otherworldly one that swirled around my head.

I genuinely don't know how long Alexei made love to me like that. At times, I was dimly aware of begging him 'not to stop, never to stop, just like this forever'. But that may have all been in my head. But as there always does, there came a point where nothing can hold back the inevitable.

"Alexei!" I cried his name and then I saw the Elysian Fields. I think I was chanting 'Yes, yes, yes,' as he emptied himself into me, coming in hot spurts as I convulsed around him, but again, it might have been in my mind.

After, we lay together a long while, wrapped in each other's arms, Alexei slowly softening inside me, unable to look away from each other. Still, there was one question I had to ask that niggled at the back of my mind.

"Alexei?"

"Cat?"

"You have powers. You were able to change Remi's memories - his whole reality."

"Yes."

"Did you use your powers tonight?"

He shook his head. "No."

"It was different." I spoke like a little girl.

"Good different?"

"Wonderful different, but... I've never felt like that before."

Alexei kissed my forehead. "Well, I'm quite pleased about that. Because it's never been like that for me either."

It wasn't a godly power that had made tonight special, it had been quite another power.

One over which the gods have no say.