“Jesus.” Sweat popped out on his brow now as he guided her hand up and down the full, straining length of his dick. “See what you do to me, love, how much I want you.”

Tessa kept up the motion, her slim hand stroking him until he groaned. He cupped her flushed cheek in his palm.

“Tessa.” Her name escaped his lips in a husky whisper. “Darling. God, that’s so good, so damned good. You need - I need you, Tessa. To take the edge off a bit. So that -”

“Yes.” She was already sinking to her knees, her fingers fumbling at his zipper. He cursed softly as she drew his hard, pulsing cock out, her hand stroking him persuasively.

“Ah, fuck.”

Ian slid his hands into her hair, his body primed and ready, almost losing it completely when she licked the thick beads of pre-cum from the tip of his penis. And then he could only close his eyes in ecstasy, a long, low groan escaping his throat as she took him fully into her wet, welcoming mouth.

He was so hard, so aroused, and her lips and tongue so eager, that it took an astonishingly short amount of time for him to reach his climax. He held her head still as he emptied himself into her warm, wet mouth, her throat swallowing up every drop of his cum. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched Tessa as she daintily licked any remaining traces of semen from his still semi-hard cock, and he groaned at the decadently carnal picture she made - her pink tongue flicking over the tip of his dick; her cheeks rosily flushed; her naked breasts lushly full and round and entirely too tempting; the rest of her gorgeous body barely clothed. And even though he’d just come almost violently, spilling himself down her throat, he was already hard again.

“No.”

He fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her head back as she would have eagerly, willingly, sucked him off again.

“Upstairs. The next time I come it’s going to be as deep inside of you as I can get. Come with me now, love.”

Ian held out his hand to her, drawing her to her feet and then pulling her in close for a long, dirty kiss. Tessa wrapped her arms around his waist, her breasts crushed against his chest, and kissed him back with an eagerness that made his head spin.

Without breaking the kiss, he bent at the knees and lifted her into his arms, hearing the little sound of surprise she made as he did so. He carried her up the stairs to the upper level effortlessly, not breaking stride until they reached their suite of rooms.

Still holding her, he flicked on a bedside lamp, then set her down by the side of the bed. She gazed up at him expectantly, as though waiting for his next instruction.

“Lay back. Keep your feet on the floor.”

Tessa’s eyes widened at the terse, commanding tone of his voice but complied instantly. He removed his suit jacket and tie before pulling the shirt free and unbuttoning it slowly.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

Ian smiled at the sound of her high, breathy voice, and noticed how her big eyes roved hungrily over the bare expanse of his chest. He knelt in front of her, his hands slowly spreading her thighs apart.

“The feeling is very mutual, love,” he told her huskily. “Right now, like this - you look like sex incarnate. And you’re mine to do whatever I want with.” He opened his hand over her belly, caressing it gently. “You have no idea, Tessa, what that knowledge is doing to me at this moment.”

She licked her lips, her gaze dropping to the massive erection tenting his suit trousers. “I, um, think I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

Ian laughed softly, his hands running up and down the inside of her thighs, enjoying the sensual feel of her silky stockings beneath his palms. “Darling, my physical reaction to you is only part of what I’m feeling right now. Knowing that you trust me enough to give yourself over to me completely - it makes me feel like a fucking god, Tessa.”

Tessa ran her hand over his shoulder, the look in her eyes positively smoldering. “You are a god. Let me touch you, Ian. Please.”

He captured her hand in his, pressing a kiss to the palm. “Later. Right now I need to do this.”

In two swift motions, he pulled the lacy panties off her body and then promptly buried his face between her legs. She gasped, her hands threading into his hair as his tongue plunged deep inside her wet, creamy slit. He lifted one of her legs over her shoulder, allowing him even closer access to her delicious body.

Tessa’s hips began to move restlessly beneath his eager, hungry mouth, her pelvis thrusting up in sync each time he sucked her clit or licked along the glistening folds of her labia.

“Oh, oh.” She whimpered as he thrust two, and then three fingers deep inside her, fucking her with long, steady strokes. His thumb rasped over her clit as his tongue continued to lap her up. He loved the way she tasted, loved how responsive she was. It was hard to remember now that she’d resisted him the first time he’d tried to go down on her, that she had been so shy and naïve. Especially given the way she was moaning in pleasure at this moment, her hips moving frantically with each thrust of his fingers, each rub of his thumb. And then she came, long and hard, her tight little pussy convulsing around his fingers, her hands pulling on his hair as he sucked her clit between his teeth.

Ian was hard and throbbing again, as though it had been months since he’d last climaxed instead of mere minutes. The knowledge that he had been the only man to touch her this way, the only one to have ever given her an orgasm, made him feel powerful, manly, as though he could conquer the world.

Until Tessa had come into his life, he had never considered himself an especially sexual man, had kept that part of himself as controlled as the rest of his life. But everything was different now with her - his gorgeous, sexy, and constantly tempting love. She aroused him just by being in the same room, which meant that he was pretty much always hard. He’d never felt this sort of need, this constant desire, and had never imagined he would ever be in the sort of highly sexual relationship he enjoyed with Tessa.

He kept his eyes on her while swiftly divesting himself of the remainder of his clothing. He was achingly hard, incredibly needy, as he gazed at the lushly sensual sight she made - laying prone on the bed, her legs still encased in those sexy as hell stockings, her feet shod in the high-heeled boots. Her thighs were still quivering from her orgasm, parted so that her glistening pink pussy was on full display to his hungry gaze. The skin over her soft belly and sumptuous breasts was flushed pink from arousal, her pale apricot nipples fully erect. She was beyond tempting, so sexy and delicious that mere words couldn’t even begin to describe her, and the need to possess her was overwhelming.