“Here, we’ll give you the grand tour,” said Ian as he took her hand and began to lead her from room to room.
His house reflected his vibrant, charismatic personality in each and every room – from the living room with its dark furniture and huge stone fireplace, to the more intimate library with more books than a person could ever hope to read in one lifetime, to the enormous kitchen with its state of the art appliances, brick wall oven and black granite countertops. There were windows everywhere, and Tessa imagined on a sunny day that the house would be flooded with natural light.
“The views from the back terrace are incredible, even at night, but since it’s just begun to rain I’ll have to show you the exterior another time,” he told her regretfully.
“I’ll look forward to it,” she told him, trying not to sound giddy with excitement that he was already talking about having her visit again. In fact, nearly everything he had said about their budding relationship thus far seemed to indicate that he intended for it to be a long-term thing and not just a brief affair. But Tessa forced herself not to get too hopeful, especially once Ian fully realized just how naïve and inexperienced she really was. Once he did, it was entirely possible that he’d regret seeking her out and that her lack of sophistication would prove an embarrassment to him.
“Let’s go see the other floors,” he urged, and led her down the long, winding staircase to the lower level.
“Do you have live-in help?” she inquired. “I mean, this just seems like a really big place for only one person.”
Ian shook his head. “I have a housekeeper here about three days a week, and a gardener as needed but no one lives here but myself. It is a very large house for just me, but I happen to value my privacy a great deal. And I have to travel so much for business that I’m simply not here all that often.”
“It’s a beautiful home,” she told him sincerely. “And it still feels warm and intimate despite how grand it is.”
He seemed pleased at her compliment. “That’s the exact effect I was striving for. Of course, I worked with a decorator when I first bought the place, but I had very definite ideas about what I wanted. Plus, I’ve collected a great deal of artwork and other items during all my years of traveling and so now they have a permanent place to be displayed.”
The lower level of the house was clearly the pleasure center of the home, for it consisted of an immense wine cellar, a home theater, a fitness room, and a billiard/card room complete with its own bar. Tessa was in stunned disbelief that one home could really boast so much luxury and space, never having imagined that people actually lived this way. It made her feel uneasy, for seeing up close what an opulent, privileged lifestyle Ian enjoyed only served to emphasize the vast cultural and economic gaps between the two of them. His world of moneyed extravagance was completely foreign to her, and she feared she could never fit in or feel entirely comfortable with such a lavish way of life.
But she struggled to hide her various insecurities and doubts as he led her back upstairs, and then continued to the upper level of the house.
There were a total of five bedrooms on this level, each with their own attached bath, and each one larger and more beautifully decorated than the last. The final bedroom was located at the end of the hallway, and featured a set of wide double doors at the entrance.
“This is my room,” Ian told her quietly, and then opened the doors wide.
Tessa walked inside the enormous room slowly as he flicked on a lamp somewhere. Ian’s master suite was easily larger than her entire apartment, kitchen and bath included, and every bit as lavish as the rest of the house. She imagined the view from the bank of windows set against the far end of the room would be breathtaking, and she could envision herself curling up on the wide, padded window seat sipping tea and watching the sun rise. The furniture in here was all dark, polished woods and clean, simple lines, large pieces that nonetheless didn’t dwarf the room. Like the rest of the house, there was nothing the least bit fussy or overdone, and it was very obvious that this was a man’s room.
Tessa’s gaze fell to the imposing four poster bed, easily the largest of its kind she’d ever seen. It was covered in a thick duvet of a pale mocha shade, both luxurious and simple at the same time. She couldn’t resist running her hand over it lightly, the fabric soft and almost velvety to the touch.
“Do you like it, Tessa?”
She whirled to face Ian, who was standing just behind her. He’d removed his suit jacket and tie as she’d been inspecting the room, and her breath caught at the splendid sight of his white shirt stretching across the broad expanse of his chest and shoulders.
Aware that he was waiting for her reply, she nodded and then glanced away abruptly. “It’s wonderful, Ian. This is – way beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I’ve never seen so much – well, I suppose splendor is a good word for it.”
Tessa shivered in reaction as he came up behind her, pressing his body against hers and lightly running his fingertips up and down her bare arms.
“I’ve wanted you here in my house – my room – my bed for so long now, darling,” he murmured in her ear, his lips caressing the side of her throat. At the same time, his arms circled her waist, one hand splayed over her belly as he pulled her in closer. “I never imagined it would actually happen, though. Seeing you here now like this – tell me I’m not dreaming again, Tessa.”
The pleading tone of his voice startled her, for he sounded almost desperate. She was quick to reassure him.
“You aren’t dreaming. I’m really here. But I’m the one who feels like she’s in some fantastic dream world,” she confessed.
His tongue began to trace erotic little patterns around her ear before he gently nibbled on the lobe. “If you aren’t ready for this, I promise I’ll understand. I won’t ever pressure you, Tessa. So tell me – should I drive you home or will you stay here with me?”
Tessa closed her eyes as her head fell back onto his shoulder, one of his hands now stroking her hip and then up the side of her rib cage. “What – what happens if I stay?”
Ian’s voice grew huskier, and was filled with so much raw passion that she felt she might swoon. “Then I do what I’ve dreamed about doing since the first time I met you – undress you slowly, lay you out on my bed, and then taste and touch every inch of this beautiful body.” His hand slid up her abdomen to cup her breast, his thumb brushing masterfully over her erect nipple. “After that I’ll slide inside of you, all the way in, and stay there for a long time. Hours, maybe days. After all, I’ve got two years of unfulfilled fantasies to satisfy.”
“Ah, that’s so good,” she whispered roughly, as his hand squeezed her breast, his fingers plucking the nipple through the fabric of her dress. “Please, Ian.”
“Tell me first, Tessa,” he demanded. “Will you stay – or should I take you home?”
Tessa cried out as one of his hands slid down to cup her sex. “Oh, God! S-stay! I want to stay here with you.”
“Thank Christ,” muttered Ian as he kept one arm banded about her waist, while grasping her chin with his other hand. He titled her head back to meet his blistering kiss, his tongue ravaging her mouth. This kiss had none of the finesse of his previous ones; this particular kiss was all raw hunger, all fevered possession, and Tessa groaned as her arousal built quickly to the boiling point. She tried to turn so that she could touch him, wind her arms about his neck, but his grip around her waist was immovable.
“Let me see you now, love,” he whispered unevenly, and it gave her a thrill to hear how hard he was breathing, to know that he was as turned on as she was.
Tessa’s eyelids fluttered shut as he began to slowly unzip her dress. She let her arms fall to the sides as he eased the fabric off her shoulders and then down past her hips. Ian gripped one of her arms to steady her as she stepped out of the dress, and she felt his gaze on her nearly nude body like it was a burning thing. Though she kept her eyes closed she could sense his presence strongly, felt him cir
cle around her once, twice, and her cheeks burned to realize how closely he must be inspecting her body.
But she was completely unprepared for what happened next, and her eyes flew open in shocked surprise as Ian knelt at her feet, wrapping his arms around her legs and resting his forehead on her thighs. His dark head was bent, and she was startled to see how much he was struggling for control.
“My God, you are so beautiful, Tessa,” he rasped in an almost incoherent voice. “God knows I wanted so badly to take this first time slowly, to savor every second, but now I don’t think I’m capable of that. I’ve wanted you too badly for too long to control myself that way. This first time – I just need to have you, love.”
She gasped as his hands gripped her hips and he lifted his head to nuzzle at the dampened crotch of her lacy blue panties. A cry of surprise escaped from her throat as he wrenched the fragile underwear farther down her thighs, and then thrust two long fingers deep inside of her core.
Ian swore softly. “Christ, you’re so wet, Tessa. And so damned tight. God, as hard as I am right now I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. But I don’t want to hurt you, either.”
“I don’t care,” she choked out, her hips moving instinctively with the thrust of his fingers. “I can’t wait, either. It’s too good, too – ahh!”
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 con
tinued 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.
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