Ian made a feral sound as he threw the duvet off his body, then swung his long legs over the side of the bed on either side of hers, effectively trapping her between his thighs.

His hands swept up to cup her swollen breasts. “Just so you know,” he murmured in a husky voice, “I am obsessed with these perfect tits. They can expect to receive a great deal of attention from me.”

“Ahh.” She let out a long, low moan as his thumbs brushed over her ultra-sensitive nipples. Her moans grew louder as he pulled on the taut buds, twisting them between thumb and forefinger.

“You like that, love?” he rasped. “Your breasts are very sensitive, aren’t they?”

“Yes, yes,” she cried as he bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. She slid her hands into his hair, silently urging him to continue. He moved to the other breast, his tongue flicking over the nipple again and again.

Ian buried his face between her breasts, his tongue tracing a line up and down her deep cleavage. His hands slid around her hips to squeeze her buttocks, and then he swiftly hauled her onto the bed. He lay on his back, pulling her astride him, her thighs straddling the outside of his legs.

“I want you again,” he told her raggedly. “As you can plainly see. You’re not too sore, are you, love?”

Tessa licked her lips as she glanced down and saw for herself just how aroused he was - his long, thick cock pulsing and fully erect, practically begging to be touched. Tentatively, she reached down and ran a hand lightly over his throbbing length, almost recoiling at how hot and hard he was. But even that faint touch was too much for Ian, his breath hissing out savagely as he grasped her wrist, stilling her motion.

“Not now,” he bit out. “Christ, you’ll have me coming in your hand in ten seconds if you do that.”

Tessa used her free hand to caress his chest, loving the feel of his hot skin and hard muscles. “But I want to touch you, too,” she pouted. “Just like you did to me earlier.”

He captured her other hand, too, holding both of them immobile by her sides. “I want that, too, darling,” he murmured. “More than you can possibly know. I’ve dreamed of your hands on my body, of you kneeling before me, my cock in your mouth.” He lifted his head off the pillow, high enough to give each of her nipples a brief lick. “But not now, love. I seem to lose all control when I’m near you.”

She began to rock her pelvis back and forth against him, trying to free her hands. “It’s not really fair, you know. Maybe I should have just done what I wanted to you while you were sleeping.”

He chuckled. “And maybe someone is becoming very bold and needs a spanking because she’s such a wicked girl.”

Tessa let out a squeal of surprise as he gave her a quick smack on her right buttock. But any further protest she might have made faded away at his next feverishly murmured words.

“Take me inside you, Tessa. I want you on top this time, riding me. Have you done this before?” he asked in a husky voice.

She shook her head. “No, never. But I want to. Very much. Let me do this, Ian.” She lifted her hips, reaching eagerly for his erection.

“Easy, love,” he admonished, his hand guiding hers as she somewhat awkwardly positioned the tip of his penis at the slick entrance to her body.

Tessa gasped as he slowly, gradually, fed his cock inside of her an inch at a time, until she was fully impaled. She remained completely still for long seconds as she gradually became used to the feel of being so completely filled.

Ian’s hands grasped her hips, his voice gentle. “All right there, love? Am I too deep?”

“No, no,” she protested, afraid he would withdraw if she said yes. “You feel so good. It’s so good, Ian.”

His hands caressed her thighs, her ass, slid up her ribcage to squeeze her breasts. “Move with me now, Tessa. Here, like this. Up and down, slowly. A little at a time. Yes, just like that, love.”

He guided her movements with his hands on her hips, showing her what he wanted until she took over and began to ride him in a near frenzy, posturing up and down on his cock frantically.

“Jesus,” he panted, his hips pistoning wildly in an attempt to keep up with her pace. “You’re going to kill me for sure, love. I’m very sadly out of practice as I’ve already told you.” His big hands gripped her hips, forcing her to slow down. But by then both of them were breathing raggedly, a fine sheen of sweat misting their bodies. Tessa’s moans increased in frequency and volume each time he guided her up and down on his cock, lifting her up until only the tip remained inside her, and then lowering her with maddening, exquisite slowness until he was once again fully sheathed.

“God, those sounds you make,” he breathed. “I’ve never heard anything so damned sexy before. I’m more than tempted to see just how loud I can make you moan.”

“Oooh,” she whimpered as he rubbed her clit with the pad of his right thumb, while twisting her nipple with his left fingers. Without his hands guiding her movements, she picked up the pace again, grinding against his hand as she felt the now familiar approach of another orgasm. He was stimulating her in too many places at once, overloading her pleasure centers, until it was all too much to take, and she was calling out his name over and over as she quivered with sensation, still riding him hard.

Tessa barely heard Ian swear softly before he clamped down on her hips again, holding her still as he pumped himself inside of her, finding his release. His hands fell limply to his sides as if in surrender, and she slumped down to lay on his massive chest, her hands tangling in his damp hair.

“If you do manage to kill me,” he whispered hoarsely a few minutes later, “at least I’ll die a very, very happy man.”

***

She yawned sleepily as she woke reluctantly, stretching her arms and legs in opposite directions, luxuriating in the feel of the plush mattress beneath her and the softness of the bedcovers over her. They felt so good, in fact, that she gave in to the twin temptations and snuggled deeper into the pillow, fully intending to fall back asleep.

But then a low chuckle made her stir again, as did the warm hand caressing her bare shoulder. “You are a little sleepyhead, aren’t you, love?”

Tessa’s eyes flew open to find Ian gazing down at her, his handsome features filled with amusement. She shivered as he ran one long finger over the bridge of her nose down to her lips. His stubble was even darker and heavier this morning, his hair mussed, and she thought how incredibly sexy he looked this way - quite a change from the suave, elegant man who strode through the office with such authority. He looked wilder, rougher, but at the same time softer and more approachable.