Her lips moved to his throat, tracing a path down to his chest, her hands following along. His body bowed off the bed, and he pulled on the flimsy excuses for restraints as her tongue flicked over his nipples. Tessa continued to kiss her way down his body, her hands touching him everywhere.
“Tessa. Jesus,” he cursed as her hands squeezed his ass. “Darling, you’ve got to – I’m going to come if you keep touching me like this, that’s how much I need you. Please.”
“Shh. Poor baby. I’ve made you way too long, haven’t I?” she crooned, using the exact same words he’d said to her once. “Let me take care of my baby now. Mmm, yes.”
Ian gave a shout as her lips closed over the head of his cock, sucking just the tip into her warm, willing mouth. Her hand stroked him at the same time, taking him a little deeper inside her mouth with each slow, deliberate movement. His hips bucked up in sync with the eager pulls of her mouth, and he felt his release inching closer with each thrust. And then, when he was very nearly there, ready to come long and hard down her throat, she shocked him to the very core by pressing her finger down on his prostate gland.
He cried out in a guttural, raw voice. “Jesus. Fuck, ah, God, fuck!” alternately cursing and crying out her name as his back bowed off the bed. He came instantly and violently, spilling himself into her waiting mouth with uncontrolled gluttony. And when he thought himself drained, sucked dry, he kept coming, her hands and mouth coaxing him to continue spurting his hot, sticky cum down her throat as fast as she could swallow it. With a loud bellow, he wrenched his wrists free of the flimsy bonds and shoved his hands into her hair, holding her head still as his body kept shuddering with the brutal force of the climax.
And when he was finally, completely sated, he fell back limply on the pillow, his heart racing madly. He was utterly helpless to do anything but watch as Tessa crawled up his body until she was straddling his hips. Her ripe tits were within one deep breath of falling out of that fragile bra, the silk of her stockings rubbing sensually against his bare legs. Her blue eyes were smoky, half-shut, her cheeks flushed, but the single most erotic sight had to be the thick bead of cum that still clung to her chin.
She was beyond a mere goddess, more like a succubus, a sex demon here to steal the very soul from his body. And astonishingly, even though he’d just had the most intense orgasm of his life, he was getting hard again just looking at her.
Ian knew then, in that very moment, that he would never, ever give this woman up. College boys be damned, he would fight any other man to the death for her, beat them to a bloody pulp if they dared to try and take her from him. Tessa was everything he’d ever dared to hope for, and far more than he had ever permitted himself to even dream about. She was his, and he planned to keep her with him for eternity.
Ian reached up and brushed away the spot of semen from her chin. She clasped his wrist, pressing a kiss to the inside before gazing down at him sultrily.
“Naughty man, breaking free of your bonds. We might just have to tie you back up.”
“Not a chance in hell,” he retorted, as he easily held both of her hands still. “And speaking of naughty, you really did almost kill me this time, love. I think we ought to start keeping a tank of oxygen by the bed. And make certain we have 911 on speed dial.”
Tessa dissolved into a fit of giggles, lowering her head to his chest as his arms wrapped around her. “Does this mean you didn’t like your birthday present?”
He tipped her chin up and gave her a resounding kiss. “Ah, but I haven’t even finished unwrapping it yet, have I? And by the way – I like the gift wrap. Very, very much.”
She laughed. “I thought you might.”
With almost no effort, he scissored his ankles free of the satin straps before rolling her underneath him. “And where, my very naughty little miss, did you learn that particular trick? Don’t give me that innocent look – you know exactly what I mean.”
She blushed, then fidgeted beneath his intense regard before admitting in a whispered tone, “Um, Julia sort of – well, suggested it. She told me in the ladies room it would drive you wild. Did it – um, work?”
Ian laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes, rolling onto his side and wrapping her in his arms. “Good God, wait until I tell Nathan that his very wicked fiancée was giving my girl tips on blow jobs while they were visiting the loo. And, yes, my little wanton, it worked very, very well.” He nuzzled the side of her neck. “Remind me to send Julia a dozen roses tomorrow as a thank you for sharing her little – ah, tip.” He slid one of her bra straps down, baring her breast. As his fingers plucked the hardened peak of her nipple, he whispered in her ear, “And if your very naughty friend has any more advice she’d like to share with you, it might even be worth a new pair of those very expensive shoes she loves so much.”