His hands were trembling as they moved to the sash of her cotton robe, the gaping ruffled neckline giving him a generous glimpse of her cleavage. He needed her naked right now, needed to bury himself inside of her as deeply as he could get, to mark her as his in the most primitive way possible.
“Take this off.”
At his hoarsely muttered words, her eyes grew big and round, her mouth parting in a lush “O”. But she was quick to do his bidding, untying the robe and pushing it off her shoulders to bare her ripe, glowing body to his devouring gaze.
His hands slid up her arms and into her hair, tilting her head back as his gaze bored into hers. “I need to take you, Tessa. Just – let me, all right? I won’t hurt you but I can’t be gentle right now either.”
She gave a quick nod and he groaned, even as he stripped off his T-shirt and pajama bottoms. She gasped at the sight of his immensely swollen erection and reached out to touch him, only to have his fingers clamp down around her wrist.
“No. Like this. I need you like this.”
He flipped her onto her stomach, spreading her thighs apart. He stretched both of her arms above her head, placing her hands on the arm of the sofa.
“Hold on to that tight. Don’t let go,” he ordered.
“O-okay,” was all she seemed capable of saying in response.
Then, with one dominant surge, he mounted her and drove deep inside her tight, clenching pussy. The cry of surrender that escaped Tessa’s throat was one of the most erotic sounds he’d ever heard, and he groaned as he took her hard, his chest flush against her back. This was what he’d needed to do so desperately after she’d so sweetly declared her devotion to him – to fuck her hard, to brand her with his possession, with intense and utter domination. She was the only woman in his entire life that he’d ever felt this way about, the only one in his forty years of living that he’d ever wanted to claim.
Tessa was mewling against the sofa cushions, clutching the arm rest for dear life, as he continued to pound into her with hard, powerful strokes. He worked a hand between their co-joined bodies and found her clit, hearing her gasp as he rubbed the hard little nub.
He was too far gone, too consumed with lust and need and love to care if he was crushing her or not, his body so much heavier and muscular than hers. But if he was hurting her she gave no indication, didn’t try to resist his domination of her body. She whimpered when he sucked hard on the back of her neck, marking her with his love bite, and the blood roared in his ears at the little sounds she made.
Feeling himself drawing ever closer to release, he reared back onto his knees and pulled her up with him, his chest pressed against her back. Tessa’s head fell back limply onto his shoulder as she gasped for breath, and then she was panting as his fingers plucked at her engorged nipple while the other hand stimulated her clit, all while he continued to fuck her with barely controlled force.
Her orgasm shook her whole body, and she would have collapsed onto the sofa if he hadn’t banded an arm around her waist to hold her in place. Ian shouted incoherent, raw words of pleasure as he followed her over the edge, continuing to pump into her body long after he was empty. When he could breathe again – though not necessarily think – he folded her into his arms, dragging her onto his lap.
Tessa spoke first, her voice whisper soft. “I assume since you own this hotel that the staff will overlook the big wet stain we’re leaving on this sofa.”
His shoulders shook with mirth. “Let’s put it this way, love. Not a one of them would have the nerve to bring the subject up.”
She smiled, and tenderly brushed damp strands of hair back off his face. “I love it when you’re in boss man mode. How everyone snaps to attention and bends over backwards to please you.” She nibbled on his earlobe. “And I especially love it when you’re the boss in our bed.”
He chuckled, pulling her astride his lap and squeezing the firm cheeks of her ass. “And I love how you, uh, just bent over backwards for me.”
Tessa gasped in mock outrage, giving him a little shove. “As I recall, I wasn’t exactly given a choice in the matter.”
“No, you weren’t.” Ian sobered, tracing his thumb over her lips. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shook her head. “No, you could never hurt me, Ian. Though it might be a little difficult to walk a straight line today.”
“I’ll hold you up, darling,” he murmured, pulling her head down to his for a long, lingering kiss. “Though a hot bath might help both of us. I’m a bit shaky myself.”
“Not surprising, considering how you were pretty much in barbarian mode a little while ago,” she teased. “I never imagined when I told you I was going to do online classes that you’d be quite so, ah, thrilled.”