Midnight Jewels

triangle of hair glistened in the morning sun.
    Croft caught his bream, his whole body tight and heavy with his need. All his instincts urged him to pull her down beneath him so be could drive himself into her. He had had enough of this passive surrender bit. It was an interesting novelty, but now impatience was consuming him. His hand closed around Mercy's thigh, his fingers sinking into her resilient, warm flesh.
    "Take your hand off me," she hissed as she finished kicking off the denims.
    "Mercy, what's the matter with you? You want me. You've said it yourself."
    "I've had it with you taking control. I'm in charge here. Lie down and shut up."
    She moved on top of him and Croft allowed himself to be pushed back into the pillows once more. She was all over him with a vengeance. Her fingers pushed through the hair on his chest, her lips were buried against his throat, her soft inner thighs clasped him tightly.
    He stirred and groaned thickly when she lowered herself over his rigid shaft. He felt the heat of her femininity seconds before he felt the dampness. Croft thought he would go out of his mind.
    She levered herself up, her small hands planted solidly on his chest as if to pin him down while she took him. Then she slowly began to ease him into her velvety sheath. Croft heard her draw a deep, impatient breath at her body's initial resistance.
    "Damn it," she muttered, wriggling in an effort to accommodate his size.
    She was small and sensitive and delicate. Didn't she realize she couldn't rush this part of things? Croft wanted to laugh, but the sexy wriggling as she forced herself down onto his shaft was nearly his undoing. The amusement he had felt briefly because of her impatience faded beneath the much stronger desire to grab her hips and pull her down until he was completely inside her. He clamped his hands on her thighs, unable to resist the need to take charge of the love-making. He was wild for her now.
    She pushed his hands away at once. Croft swore softly, but he found himself letting her get away with the action. She didn't seem to realize just how vulnerable she was, he thought, his mind clouded with a savage desire. He could pick her up with one hand, toss her down on the bed beneath him and cover her body with his own. He could put an end to this act of feminine aggression in two seconds flat. She must know that if he chose to take control she couldn't possibly stop him.
    But she seemed to have no fear of him, Croft realized dazedly, no sense of being the smaller and more helpless one in this assault; no fear that he would override her commands and become the aggressor.
    In some perverse manner, it was a measure of her trust in him.
    Then his frustration and exultant anticipation reached new heights as, with a small cry, Mercy took him inside her.
    "
Sweet Mercy
." It was an exclamation of wonder, an impatient curse against the gentle, feminine domination and a muffled shout of pleasure. "
Mercy
."
    Her nails were digging into his shoulders as she established a slow, surging rhythm that left her and Croft both shuddering. Croft opened his mouth when she leaned over him and sought his lips with her own. Her tongue slipped inside in an aggressive penetration that was an exciting reversal of the penetration lower down.
    Croft tightened his arms around her, glorying in the soft, hot feel of her. He sensed she was losing her own self-control now, becoming swamped by the sizzling sensations she had sought to command. He knew how it felt. On the occasions when he had made love to her, it had always ended like that for him. In the final analysis there was no winner or loser, only a passionate bonding and shimmering climax that had to be shared together.
    Mercy cried out and her teeth sank into his earlobe when the coiled spring inside her finally released: The small convulsions squeezed him demandingly and Croft dimly heard his own muffled, exultant shout. His body surged deeply into hers one last time and then he was erupting inside her.
    Mercy clung to him as tightly as he clung to her and together they rode out the fabulous storm that tore through their bodies.
    Together they slowly returned to the here and now.
    Together they sank back into the rumpled sheets, then-legs entwined, their perspiration slick bodies gliding against each other.
    Together.
    Croft lay still for a long time, enjoying the feel of Mercy in his arms. It was a while before she stirred, slithered off and curled up beside him. He