Splendor(146)

She slid her hands up the sides of his legs, squeezing the hard muscles of his thighs before her hands inserted themselves into the waistband of his briefs. Ian grit his teeth, struggling mightily for control as she slowly peeled the cotton underwear from his body, freeing his throbbing cock.

“Mmm, look at you,” purred Tessa, her hand closing over his penis. “You have got to be the most magnificent man in the entire world. I want this big, beautiful cock to fuck every part of my body. My mouth – ” she sucked just the tip of him, licking off the thick beads of pre-cum. “My breasts.” She traced the tip of his cock between her lush tits, rubbing it up and down her cleavage. Ian was already breathing hard, his body so primed and ready he could come at a moment’s notice.

“My pussy.” Tessa stood and ground her fully clothed crotch against his straining dick. She took a couple of steps back so that their bodies were no longer touching, but continued to pump his cock with the long, slow strokes she knew he liked best.

“Tessa.” His breath hissed out her name like an invocation, as though she were a goddess he was praying to.

“Hush, my love. Come with me now. And don’t forget – you’re all mine to do with as I wish tonight.”

Ian let her lead him to the bed, where he laid down in the middle of the huge, king-sized mattress. He dared to run a hand along her hip.

“You have too many clothes on,” he rasped.

But Tessa only laughed and removed his hand from her body, only to stretch his arm out towards the slatted headboard. “Hmm, I warned you about talking, remember? You’re a very disobedient boy, Mr. Gregson. Guess I’ll have to punish you after all.”

And then, as she opened the nightstand drawer and drew out the long strips of satin, he knew what her little game was and struggled not to laugh. He permitted her to tie his wrists and ankles to the bed in the exact same manner than he had done to her on Valentine’s Day. Except that her flimsy knots couldn’t have held a kitten in place, much less a man with two hundred pounds of hard, solid muscle on his body.

But as turned on as he was at this particular moment, there was no way in hell – correction, no bloody way in hell – he would ever dream of letting her know that. Instead, he gazed up at her expectantly, his heart thudding wildly, his cock hard and straining and practically begging for her touch.

Tessa stood by the side of the bed, gazing down at him carnally. With one fingertip, she lightly traced along the thick length of his penis. “I think he likes me,” she teased in that breathy little voice he loved.

Sweat broke out on his brow as he struggled not to come right there on the spot. “He fucking worships you,” he hissed. “And he would be very, very grateful if you would put him inside one of the aforementioned orifices of your very tempting body.”

She removed her finger as her hands went to the back of her dress. “So impatient, Mr. Gregson. I always thought you to be the most controlled, disciplined man I ever met. Lately, though, you seem very - um, impetuous?”

Ian gave a low growl. “I’d like to discipline you, you wicked, tempting girl.”

Tessa very deliberately ran her tongue over her red, glossy lips. “And you’ve developed this rather alarming tendency towards violence, too. You’re really going to have to watch that, my love.”

As he watched her in stunned, slack-jawed disbelief, she unzipped her dress and peeled it off her lush, provocative body. Ian feared his heart would burst right out of his chest cavity, it was pounding that hard as his eyes devoured the provocative picture she made.

Her big, round tits were almost spilling out of the lacy black bra, the cups so shallow there was barely enough fabric to conceal her nipples. The flirty, ruffly little garter belt held up those cock-teasing stockings, and the matching thong was so insubstantial she might as well have left it off entirely. As she crawled up on the bed next to him, her slow, deliberate movements like those of a hungry lioness, his cock felt like it might shatter into a thousand pieces it was that hard.

“Untie me,” he croaked. “Christ, Tessa, I need to touch you. You look - ”

“Later.” She was crouching near the headboard, her face mere inches from his. “We have all the time in the world, all night long. This first time – let me worship you, Ian. Just – surrender.”

He groaned as her lips took his in a long, searching kiss, her tongue tangling greedily with his. She was quite deliberately imitating exactly how he’d seduced her up in Lake Tahoe, taking her time with him, lingering over him. Only he was quite certain he wouldn’t be able to last even half as long as she’d managed to do.