It had never been like this for her, not even close, and Tessa hadn’t imagined she was capable of feeling so much. The only orgasms she’d ever achieved had been by her own unskilled hand, and she knew the spasms that continued to quiver through her body now were nothing - nothing - like those previous experiences. This was the real thing, the main event, the Big O, and it was incomparable, true, wonderful, consuming bliss, and she wanted it to go on and on.

She was still floating on a cloud somewhere when she dimly heard Ian give a shout, and then he, too, was climaxing, his big body shuddering repeatedly as he emptied himself deep inside of her. Instinctively, she caressed his upper back soothingly, her lips touching his cheek, as he gave one last, powerful shudder before collapsing in total exhaustion on top of her.

Tessa was so dazed that she didn’t even notice the heavy weight of his body nearly crushing hers into the mattress as he lay sprawled over her. Their limbs were entangled, a fine sheen of perspiration covering their skin as they both struggled for breath. She wasn’t certain whose heart was beating faster, hers or his, or if the rapid thumps were one in the same. Ian’s face was buried in the side of her neck, his hair damp to the touch as she tentatively lifted a hand and began to stroke the back of his head.

He let out a long, low groan as he slowly lifted his head, and her heart gave a little start to see the expression of heavy-lidded passion on his darkly flushed face. Her hand cupped his cheek, almost withdrawing at how hot his skin felt, but then he captured her wrist between his fingers, pressing a lingering kiss to her palm.

“That was - extraordinary,” he told her in an emotion-laden voice. “I have never, ever, lost control that way in my life. Or felt so much pleasure. And my assumption was correct earlier today - right now I don’t even know my own bloody name.”

She gave a soft laugh, running a finger over his firm mouth. “Well, I remember it - Ian.”

“God, what you do to me,” he moaned. “You’re so sweet, so beautiful, and so very, very passionate. I’m already hard for you again, love.”

She was shocked to realize he was right - his cock was still buried snugly inside her body, and she could feel him begin to swell and harden.

He tilted her head to the side so he could nuzzle the soft spot just beneath her ear. “But next time I intend to do this right and take it very slowly. At least that’s the plan. I can’t guarantee I’ll have any more willpower this time around.”

“It’s all right,” she whispered to him. “I don’t mind. I just want to be with you, Ian, any way you want me.”

Her sweetly murmured words seemed to further incite him, as he abruptly sat back on his heels and pulled her upright to straddle his lap. His iron-hewed arms curled around her waist like bands of steel as he took her mouth in yet another devouring kiss.

“Don’t say things like that to me, love,” he told her huskily. “Especially now when my control is barely in check. You’ll find yourself being ravished a dozen times over.”

“A dozen? Is that some sort of record?” she teased lightly. She was a little surprised that she could feel this sort of instant, comfortable familiarity with him.

Ian chuckled. “It would be something of a challenge, I think, but as much as I want you it might just be possible.” Then he frowned slightly as his thumb brushed over the dried traces of her tears. “God, were you crying, Tessa? Tell me I didn’t hurt you. I know I was rough, impatient, but -”

“Shh.” She placed a fingertip over his lips. “You didn’t hurt me. I didn’t even realize I had cried until now. I think - what I felt - it was just overwhelming, you know?”

He looked visibly relieved at her explanation. “I know exactly what you mean. And now, as much as I’d love to have you again just like this, I’m determined to show a bit more finesse this time. Wait here for just a moment, love. Easy now.”

But she couldn’t suppress a little whimper as he carefully eased his still-erect penis out of her very tender body, and then slid off the bed. Tessa remained kneeling in the middle of the bed as Ian disappeared into his en suite bathroom. She could hear the sounds of running water and then watched him walk back out a few moments later, her eyes hungrily taking in every fabulous, naked inch of his glorious body.

In addition to having unbelievably wide shoulders and those powerfully sculpted arms, his chest and abs were so magnificently detailed that it made her mouth water in anticipation of pressing hot kisses along every inch of his torso. Her eyes continued their downward path to the tautness of his stomach and to his strong, muscular thighs and legs before fixating on the intimidating thickness of his cock.

She couldn’t quite believe that that had just been deep inside her body - that she had actually been able to accept a man like him. He was built like a mythological being, a Greek God like Apollo or Hercules, or the gladiator she’d likened him to earlier. She stared in unabashed lust as he grew even harder and longer beneath her fevered gaze, the velvety head of his penis reaching upwards towards his belly.

His voice was dangerous and low as he approached the bed, a dampened washcloth in his hand. “If you keep looking at me that way, Tessa, I’m going to quickly lose all control again,” he cautioned. “And then we’d just have to keep trying until we finally get to do this my way.”

She licked her lips, unable to tear her gaze away from his throbbing dick. After the years of abuse he’d suffered, Peter hadn’t been able to tolerate having his penis touched in any way, and so Tessa had never given a man a blow job and wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it. But at this moment, all she wanted to do was to take Ian’s big, beautiful cock into her mouth and pleasure him for hours, letting pure instinct take over her actions.

“Would you let me - can I -” she pleaded tremulously, too shy to finish her question. But it was rather obvious from the direction of her wide-eyed gaze what it was she desired.

Ian’s eyes darkened in response. “Jesus, Tessa. Don’t, love. At least not now. Before this weekend is over I want that sexy mouth of yours to touch every inch of my body. I’m going to take you in a dozen different ways, and you, my darling, can gladly do the same to me. But not this time.”

She thought she would be embarrassed to have him wash her, but the feel of the warm, damp cloth between her legs was only soothing to her tender flesh. She suppressed the urge to wince as he tended to her, unwilling to betray the fact that she was more than a little sore from his very fervent lovemaking. He wiped away the sticky traces of his semen that had already begun to dry halfway down her thighs, then set the used cloth aside before sliding back into bed.