Ian stood between her thighs, his eyes locked with hers as he unzipped her boots, letting them hit the thickly carpeted floor, and then lifted one of her legs over his shoulders. Tessa gasped as he ran his hand up and down her inner thigh, and then turned his face to nuzzle her calf, his teeth lightly raking her flesh. He repeated the same actions on her other leg, and then she gave a little squeal of surprise as his hands slid beneath her buttocks. He lifted her slightly off the mattress, adjusting the angle of her body until the tip of his hugely swollen erection was probing at her wet, welcoming slit.

“Lock your ankles around my neck,” he rasped. “And hold on to the bedcovers. This is going to get very rough very quickly.”

Tessa cried out as he entered her with one savage thrust, his hands gripping the soft flesh of her ass cheeks as he held her still. Ian’s eyes were tightly shut, and he grit his teeth while struggling for control.

“Jesus. Fuck. This is - my God, Tessa, you feel - I can’t find the words to describe this.”

She was breathing raggedly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can feel you so deep, Ian, every single inch.”

He turned his face against one of her legs, forcing himself to take several long, deep breaths. It always amazed him that she could feel so damned tight and yet still manage to take him inside of her all the way to the root.

And then he couldn’t think at all, could only feel as he began to thrust in and out of her snug, hot body. He forced himself to take it slowly at first, all too aware of just how deep he was. The little gasps she made as he would withdraw almost to the tip before sliding back in all the way made him crazy with lust. Ian began to pick up the tempo now, thrusting a bit harder and faster each time, until he was pistoning his hips at almost breakneck speed. Tessa’s gasps turned to moans and then became screams as he took her harder and more demandingly than he’d ever done before. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched with the effort it was taking to prolong the ecstasy for as long as possible, and he could feel the sweat pouring off his brow as he kept at her.

It was the feel of her wet, slick vagina convulsing repeatedly around his dick that finally brought him over the edge. He came so hard that his legs were shaking with the effort, his hands grasping the soft flesh of her thighs in an attempt to keep himself upright. The sounds he made as he continued to spill himself inside of her were foreign to him, a guttural, almost animalistic language. He was far beyond any sort of rational thought, or of being able to summon up words to speak. All he could do right now was feel, and he knew he’d never felt more than he did at this particular moment - pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known, a deeply physical satisfaction that strummed through every nerve ending in his body, and an overwhelming love for this magnificent woman who’d given herself to him so completely and thoroughly, without the slightest bit of hesitation or reserve.

It was only when he felt her legs quivering in protest and, as if from a great distance, heard her gasping for air, that Ian managed to shake himself out of the stupor his soul-shattering climax had induced. He opened his eyes slowly and gazed down at his beloved. Tessa was staring up at him, her blue eyes huge and round, her mouth trembling as she struggled to breathe. Gently, he unhooked her ankles from around his neck and carefully eased her legs back down until her feet were resting on the floor. He swiftly bundled her into his arms as he tumbled onto the bed.

“Can you speak?” he murmured to her in amusement.

She shook her head, her hand moving to caress his cheek.

He chuckled, turning his face to kiss her palm. “Well, I hope you can think because I’m damned sure not able to right now.”

She gave a little laugh and another brief shake of her head, wrapping her arms around his torso and resting her cheek against his neck. They were both a sweaty mess, both breathing unsteadily, and it was some time later before he could summon up enough oxygen to finally speak.

“I never thought it possible to love someone as much as I love you at this moment,” he whispered against her temple. His hand brushed damp blonde curls off her forehead. “You are the most giving, extraordinary woman in the whole world, and I love you with every breath in my body, Tessa.”

Tessa lifted her face for his kiss, a sweet, tender meeting of lips. Her eyes were brimming over with tears as she murmured, “It’s exactly the same for me. It scares me sometimes - how much I love you. Scares me because I’m afraid to let myself believe that a love like ours is real and not just some fairytale.”

Ian’s hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing slowly over the nipple until she was groaning. “It’s the most real thing I’ve ever known, my love. The absolute best feeling of all time. Don’t be afraid of loving me too much, Tessa, because I’m more than capable of taking everything you can give me.”

She kissed him again, running her tongue over his parted lips. “God, you’re so romantic,” she breathed. She ran a palm over his taut abs before bending her head to lick a bead of sweat from his torso. “And really, really sexy, too.”

His breath hissed in sharply as he watched her continue to lick the sweat off his chest. “And what you’re doing right now is just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Tessa smiled at him sultrily, licking the side of his throat. “I’ll lick you all over if you let me. Head to toe and every yummy inch in between.”

He laughed, threading a hand into her hair and holding her head still. “Maybe another time, love. I can’t quite believe it’s happening, given how hard I just came, but somehow I’m getting aroused again. And I don’t know about you but I definitely need a little time to recover before I attempt another go-round.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Much as I hate to admit it, I probably do as well. You were, ah, a little on the ferocious side just now. I know for sure I couldn’t walk a step right now even if my life depended on it.”

Ian dropped a quick kiss on the bridge of her nose. “Frankly, I doubt I could either. But we need to clean you up, love, so stay put while I attempt to grab a towel. I’ll crawl if I have to.”

“No.” She clamped a surprisingly strong hand around his bicep. “Don’t.” She bent and ran her tongue over one of his nipples before gazing up at him. Her eyes were hooded, filled with desire. “I want to feel your cum trickling down my legs, want to keep that part of you inside of me for as long as possible. I don’t want it washed away. I want to feel you on my body, smell your scent.”