Splendor(68)

Tessa was dazed and almost incoherent as he finally slid back up alongside her. If his own body hadn’t been screaming almost violently for release, he might have let her rest for a bit. Instead, he flipped her over onto her belly as his hands and mouth caressed her back body – traveling from the nape of her neck where her golden hair was damp from exertion; down between her leanly muscled shoulder blades and the curve of her back to the base of her spine. He squeezed the firm, high cheeks of her buttocks before running his tongue up and down the backs of her thighs and calves.

And then, Ian reached the very end of his limits, not able to wait even a minute longer to have her again. He eased Tessa onto her hands and knees, her gorgeous ass in the air as he knelt behind her.

She cried out in shock as he entered her from behind. “Oh! Oh, God, Ian! I don’t - ”

“Hush, love. It’s all right.” He pressed a kiss to her nape as he rubbed her hip soothingly. “Am I hurting you this way?”

She shook her head. “No – it feels – so good. You’re just – so deep. I can feel you so deep inside me this way.”

He groaned, banding an arm around her waist as he moved inside of her experimentally. “And it feels amazing, doesn’t it, love? God, Tessa, I need – need to move now, darling. Easy.”

Her little gasps as he slowly, carefully, thrust in and out of her made him even harder, and he couldn’t hold back, picking up the frequency and force of his movements until he was fucking her like an animal. Tessa’s gasps became screams as he pounded into her, and he felt her convulse around his cock just seconds before he came. Ian’s head fell back, his eyes tightly shut as he roared like a jungle beast, spilling himself into her as his body shuddered repeatedly.

They collapsed next to each other on the bed, his arm flung over her body as he struggled to regain some small degree of composure.

“Are you all right?” he was finally able to murmur in her ear. “I wasn’t too rough with you?”

Tessa turned into him, looping her arms around his neck and wrapping one leg about his hips. “You were amazing,” she whispered huskily. “That was amazing. I’ve never, ever felt anything like that before.”

Ian groaned, pulling her even closer against him. “God, you’re good for my ego,” he told her with a low laugh. “I’m just hoping my tired old body can keep up with your hot young one, even for a little while.”

She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, pressing a kiss to the base of his throat. “You are not old. I wish you’d stop saying that. And your body is – beautiful, Ian. I can’t get enough of it.”

Her sweetly spoken words threatened to make him hard again, even though he’d just come so thoroughly he had seen stars. He gave her a soft kiss, then brushed damp strands of her hair off her face.

“I’ve never felt like this either, you know,” he confessed. “Never had such spectacular sex, or come that hard. And I’ve never, ever felt so much like a man before.”

Tessa pulled his head down to hers and kissed him. “I’m not very experienced, you know,” she told him uncertainly. “I’ll tell you about – well, my marriage at some point so you’ll understand what I mean.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Only when you’re ready, darling. And I rather like that you’re inexperienced. I’d be very, very happy to teach you a great many things. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

When he returned from the bathroom with a clean towel, he smiled indulgently to see that she was almost asleep. Tessa made a small sound of protest as he cleaned her up, and then, as he slid into the bed with her, she snuggled up against him and promptly fell asleep.

Ian gave a low chuckle as he covered them both with the duvet, then pulled her close. “Guess we aren’t going to try for that record dozen times after all,” he whispered to her. “Never mind, love. There’s always tomorrow.”

***

Tessa woke reluctantly, semi-conscious as she was of being warmer and more comfortable than she’d ever been in her life. As her eyes opened sleepily, she blinked in disorientation, her sleep-fogged brain taking some time to fully realize where she was. She was definitely not in her own bed, for the mattress cushioning her body was much firmer and plusher than her own, and the pillowcase beneath her cheek smelled crisper and cleaner than her own sheets.

And then she had to stifle a little gasp as she realized exactly where she was – curled up trustingly against Ian’s warm, muscular body, her arm draped over his torso, and her head tucked next to his. Ian – who less than two days ago had been her rather intimidating, completely out of her league boss – and who was now, by some quirk of fate, her lover.