Splendor (Inevitable #2) (22 page)

With just the smallest flick of his thumb against her clit, Tessa’s long-starved-for-attention body burst into a shuddering climax, her legs threatening to give out from under her. And while she was still in the blissful throes of her orgasm, Ian swept her into his arms, tearing the duvet off the bed with one impatient hand and then dropped her onto the mattress.

“Take off your shoes and panties,” he told her in a deep, commanding voice, as he began to rather clumsily unbutton his shirt and toe off his shoes. “Leave everything else on. I’ll finish undressing you later.”

Tessa obeyed, then watched wide-eyed as he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants off. She was stunned at the sheer size of his erection as it strained against his snug fitting black briefs, and couldn’t tear her eyes off of it. He removed his socks and then quickly divested himself of his underwear, baring his truly magnificent body to her gaze.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered dazedly at the sight of his powerful, heavily muscled body. He looked like a gladiator, like the prize fighter he had been in his youth, and she doubted a more beautiful man existed anywhere in the world.

And then she was beyond any sort of thought – rational or otherwise – as he climbed onto the huge bed beside her. He rolled her beneath his body, his chest heaving with the tremendous effort he was exerting to keep himself under some small bit of control, and she almost recoiled at the look of smoldering, dangerous passion in his eyes.

“I can’t take this slow or easy,” he told her harshly. “I want you too damned much. Next time I’ll have more control but for now this is how it must be.”

Tessa’s mouth fell open in shock but for once no sound escaped her lips as Ian surged fully inside her tight, hot core in one powerful thrust. He was unbelievably big, not to mention hard and hot, and she felt impaled by his bare, throbbing cock buried so deeply inside her body.

“Jesus,” he uttered rawly. “I could come right now, just like this, without moving an inch. That’s what you do to me, Tessa. And as many times as I’ve imagined this moment, I never dreamed it could feel this good.”

He drew her stockinged legs up to wrap around his hips, and she whimpered as this movement drove him even deeper into her body, impossible as that seemed. Ian leaned down and kissed her wetly, open-mouthed, his lips and tongue eating relentlessly at her mouth. So aroused and needy she felt like she might faint, Tessa wound her arms around his neck, groaning beneath his kisses as he began to thrust his heavy cock in and out of her now yielding body.

She felt tears begin to trickle down her cheeks, sobbing softly at the tremendous pleasure he was wringing from her body, pleasure she’d never known she was capable of feeling. The sensation built with each dominant thrust of his body, each time he stroked that magnificent cock in and out of her tight, clenching pussy, until she exploded in a massive, earth shattering orgasm that she could feel in every nerve ending in her body. Moments later she dimly heard Ian give a shout, and then he was coming hard, his big body shuddering repeatedly as he emptied himself deep inside of her.

Tessa wasn’t even aware of the heavy weight of his body nearly crushing hers into the mattress as he lay sprawled atop 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. 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 titled 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. “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, 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 the unbelievably wide shoulders and 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. And we’d just have to keep trying until we finally get to do this my way.”

She licked her lips, unable to tear his 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. But at this moment, all she wanted was to take Ian’s big, beautiful cock into her mouth and pleasure him for hours.

“Would you let me – can I - ” she pleaded tremulously.

Ian’s eyes darkened. “Jesus, Tessa. Don’t, 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, darling girl, 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. 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.

She went into his arms eagerly, her young, healthy body already humming with arousal at just being near him. He buried his face in her hair, crushing her against him.

“Just let me hold you for a minute, love,” he pleaded. “I need to compose myself so that we don’t have a repeat of what happened earlier. God, I think I was a fifteen year old virgin the last time I went off that quickly. Guess that’s what comes from over two years of abstinence.”

“What?” Tessa raised her head to gaze down at him in bewilderment. “I don’t understand. Two years?”

He smiled up at her and nodded. “I haven’t been with anyone else for all that time. I just – couldn’t. After I first met you and was so instantly obsessed, I naturally attempted to forget about you with other women. But it soon became very apparent that wasn’t going to help. In fact, it made things worse.”

She stared in disbelief. “But – all those women – the photos, the articles – why would you -”

He brushed a damp lock of hair off her forehead. “Because if I couldn’t have you I didn’t want anyone else. I preferred to be celibate rather than settle for something less. And I already explained about the other women – strictly platonic. In fact, most of the women I escorted are involved in one way or another with someone else.”

Overcome by the realization of just how much he was attracted to her, Tessa couldn’t resist pressing a tentative kiss to his lips. It was the first time she had initiated such an action between them, and she dimly hoped that she wasn’t making a fool of herself, betraying her lack of experience.

But then Ian swiftly flipped her onto her back, his powerful thighs straddling her hips as he drew her arms above her head and held them pinned in place.

“Enough, temptress. Now, are you ready to begin round number two? If you intend for me to try to make it an even dozen, we don’t have any time to waste.”

Chapter Eleven

Ian had imagined this particular scenario dozens of times in the past two and a half years – a warm and willing Tessa spread out on his bed, her lush, ripe body bared to his devouring gaze, and her big blue eyes silently pleading with him to take her any way he pleased. But none of those fantasies could come close to the real thing – the gorgeous, nearly-naked beauty who was staring up at him in wide-eyed wonder, her golden hair tumbled over his pillow.

“How beautiful you are,” he murmured, as he dipped his head, his lips brushing her forehead. “How many times I’ve wished for you to be here just like this, and now it’s finally come true.” His mouth moved to her temple, then to her rosy cheek before sliding around the curve of her jaw and back up the other side of her face. She was already moaning in arousal, making those little noises that were so incredibly sexy, that made his cock swell a bit harder each time she made one.

“I told you earlier that I intended to touch and kiss every inch of you, Tessa,” he told her passionately. “Including this.” He dropped a kiss on her nose. “And this.” His mouth briefly sucked the skin just behind her ear. “And most definitely this delicious mouth.”

He took her soft, sweet mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue tangling with hers until her groans rose to a fever pitch beneath his relentless kisses.

Tessa was gasping when he finally lifted his head, begging him breathlessly, “Please, Ian.”

He laughed softly as his mouth moved to caress the side of her throat, then continued its downward path along her collarbone. “Please what, my sweet?” His hands ran up and down her arms, his fingers toying with the strap of her pale blue bra. “What is it that you need, Tessa?”

Her hips were moving restlessly beneath him, her pelvis starting to lift off the mattress, and he knew she was every bit as aroused as he was. “I need – you,” she panted “In – inside of me. Please.”

“Shh. Such an eager little temptress you are,” he scolded her teasingly. “And when I haven’t even begun to touch and kiss you in all the places I’ve wanted to do for so long. Have some patience, love.”

Tessa’s head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow as she tried to grasp his hips and pull him to her. “I can’t,” she pleaded. “I’m too – I need to - ”

“To come?” he finished for her, his lips moving in a line across the upper curve of her breasts. “I know, darling. You’re very, very responsive, aren’t you? Has it always been this easy for you to climax?”

“N-n-no,” she cried, as he grasped both of her hands in one of his and drew them over her head. “J-just with you.”

“Ah, then, I’ll have to make sure I’m satisfying you often and thoroughly. You’re going to be a greedy lover, I can tell already. Lucky for me, I’m just as hungry for you, Tessa.” He traced one finger around the full globe of each breast, feeling her quiver beneath his touch. “You look gorgeous in this bra, Tessa. It makes these fabulous breasts look even bigger and firmer. And it very much makes me want to touch them and taste them. Let me, darling.”

He released her hands, then deftly unhooked the sexy, lacy bra and drew it away, baring her ripe, round breasts to his hot gaze. His big hands cupped both of the lush mounds, shaping them, pushing them up until they appeared even fuller.

“God,” was all he could manage to croak. Then he bent his head and began to run his tongue over each taut nipple, flicking the erect peak over and over before drawing it in to his mouth.

Tessa’s body bowed off the mattress as she clutched his head to her breast, her hands pulling on his hair. “Ohh, ohh. Yes, more, please. It feels so good.”

His cock had never felt this hard before, hard enough that it was almost painful, but the very best sort of pain. The whimpers and moans she made as he continued to feast on her breasts tested every ounce of self-control he had left, and he had never wanted anything more than to slide deep inside her welcoming, eager body at that very moment.