Claim

by Janet Nissenson

  “Tsk, tsk,” he teased lightly. “You’re supposed to be an innocent virgin tonight, remember? And a virgin wouldn’t be that bold.”

  Tessa ran her free hand up along his arm to his shoulder caressingly. “You had to teach me what to do, if you’ll recall,” she reminded him. “I was so naïve those first few times we were together, so inexperienced. I was afraid I’d make a fool of myself, that you wouldn’t want to see me again because I didn’t know how to please you.”

  In reply, Ian tumbled her back onto the mattress, rising above her as he shook his head. “You pleased me just by being in the same room,” he told her passionately. “All that time I had to keep my attraction towards you a secret, I had to be satisfied with just catching a glimpse of you here and there. And when I finally took you to my bed for the first time, I was overjoyed that you weren’t very experienced. Because even though you might not have technically been a virgin the first time I made love to you, you were still innocent in so many other ways. And it has been the greatest pleasure I have ever known to teach you about making love.”

  He captured her lips in a long, searching kiss, one that was both tender and passionate, seductive and demanding. He forgot after a time that he was supposed to be acting the role of seducer tonight, or that she was to play the part of an innocent, virginal bride. The passion that had always existed between them, that flared up so hot it was like a firestorm at times, took control of their bodies. Arms and legs entwined together, they kissed for long minutes, meshing their bodies together until it felt like they were fused as one.

  Tessa’s head was tossing to and fro on the pillows, so aroused and desperate for her husband’s possession, that she was whimpering with need, her hips bucking up off the mattress frantically. With a low, feral sound, Ian spread her quivering thighs apart almost roughly, opening her for him. She was so wet that he thrust into her easily, in one powerful motion, and her back bowed up from the bed in total surrender to his possession.

  It felt like she was caught up in the throes of a fever dream as Ian continued to dominate her body, to fuck her with long, deep thrusts that alternated between slow and deliberate to fast and frantic. He flipped her over at one point, urging her onto her hands and knees, then took her from behind. His lips caressed the back of her neck each time he gave an upward thrust, then traveled slowly down her spine as he gradually withdrew. He kept this up for what felt like an hour, before changing positions yet again, spooning his chest against her back and lifting one of her legs over his hip as he entered her from that angle.

  “This is one of my very favorite positions, you know,” he rasped in her ear as he continued to thrust his heavily engorged cock in and out of her body steadily. “From this position, I can touch these gorgeous tits, and these hard little nipples.”

  His hands followed up on the words he’d uttered, squeezing the full, swollen mounds of her breasts and tugging on her nipples until she was sobbing with pleasure, her body overloaded with sensations and now desperate for fulfillment.

  “And from this position, your ass rubs up against my cock every time you move,” he growled. He squeezed one buttock, then the other. “But my very favorite thing about this position is the access it give me to this.”

  Tessa screamed as he pressed down hard on her clit, rasping his thumb back and forth to trigger a climax that went on and on, until tears trickled from her eyes because it was too much - too much pleasure, too much emotion, too much everything. Ian grasped her chin, turning her head to one side as he took her mouth in a blistering kiss, his tongue tangling with hers furiously. A moment later he found his release, his big body heaving as he spilled himself inside of her, his hand clamping down hard enough on her hip that she knew it would leave a mark.

  They were both exhausted afterwards, physically and emotionally wrecked, and fell into a light doze, not really asleep but not fully awake either. At one point, they both opened an eye sleepily, smiling at the other.

  Tessa cupped his cheek softly. “Hello, there, husband.”

  He grinned. “Hello, to you, too, wife.”

  She propped herself up on an elbow and gazed down at him, brushing her thumb over his lips. “Is that what you’ve decided to call me then? How you’re going to introduce me?”

  Ian shook his head. “Because I’ve thought of a much better term to call you.” He reached up and kissed her, his hazel eyes glowing. “Mine.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Virgin Gorda, British Virgin Islands

  “Please tell me that we don’t really have to go home in two more days. I think I have finally found paradise, and I never, ever want to leave. Especially since it’s summer back in San Francisco, and bound to be foggy when we return.”

  Ian grinned at his wife as she lay face down on her padded lounge chair, and couldn’t resist giving the tempting curve of her ass a squeeze. “Last year you told me that Hawaii was paradise. Have you changed your mind then?”

  “Hmm.” Tessa turned her head towards him, though her eyes were hidden from view by a pair of oversized black sunglasses. “You do have a point. Let’s say that Hawaii is paradise on the West Coast, while Virgin Gorda is the East Coast equivalent.”

  “We can do that,” agreed Ian easily. “Though of course you still haven’t seen Bora Bora or Tahiti or the Seychelles, so your opinion might change again. However, this island is one of my very favorite places in the world. And especially at this moment,” he added, his hand slipping inside her low-cut lilac bikini briefs, “when my very sexy wife is here with me to enjoy all of this.”

  The Gregson resort on Virgin Gorda, one of the British Virgin Islands, was considerably smaller than most of the other properties the company owned, with only a hundred guest rooms and suites. It was also extremely secluded, very private, and exceptionally luxurious. Only the very wealthy could afford to stay here, and each guest was treated like something akin to royalty.

  The owner’s suite - more like an extravagant beach bungalow - was built on a private stretch of white, sandy beach that was mere steps away from the back patio. Because the waters of the Caribbean were so much warmer and calmer than those of the Pacific Ocean, there was no need for a private pool at this particular property.

  They had spent a good part of their time here in the water - swimming, snorkeling, sailing. Despite the teasing comment he’d once made to Tessa, Ian was not in the least bit prone to seasickness, and thoroughly enjoyed being out on the sea. They had hired a catamaran to take them out sailing several times already during their honeymoon, and had plans to take a sunset dinner cruise this evening.

  Aside from their twice daily swims, the honeymooners hadn’t done a whole lot else that could be considered especially taxing. They had visited the very well equipped fitness center a couple of times, and Tessa had taken a yoga class or two, but otherwise they had taken a step or two back from their very disciplined workout routine. They had eaten wonderful meals, drank fabulous wines and delicious rum cocktails, and allowed themselves the rare indulgence of being completely lazy and relaxed. Both of them had read several books, watched a few movies on the in-room blu ray player, slept in late, and napped when the urge took them during the day.

  And, of course, as all honeymooners were wont to do - but especially Tessa and Ian - they had spent a great deal of time making love, both in and out of the enormous platform bed.

  Ian smiled a bit sheepishly as he tried to recall all the various locations where he’d had sex with his very eager young wife thus far, then winced as he recalled one particular occasion when they had made love right on their private beach. Being a gentleman even during their most intimate moments, he’d allowed her to be on top that time. However, once he’d realized just how difficult it could be to rinse sand out of certain areas of the human anatomy, he’d made a mental note to lay on a beach towel the next time.

  His fingers walked a path up her spine, noticing as he did so how her tan had darkened considerably over the past ten or so days. And he
knew that she would be that same sun-kissed shade of deep apricot over every inch of her body, since they had both been sunbathing in the nude for a short while each day - making sure, of course, to slather on copious amounts of sunscreen. Tessa had been more than a little apprehensive about doing so the first time he’d suggested it, not completely convinced that they wouldn’t be seen. Ian had made her walk around their bungalow, and other parts of the property, while he’d remained outside on their private beach so that she could see for herself just how private their accommodations were. She’d still been a bit tentative the first couple of times, but had gradually begun to relax as the days passed.

  He let his gaze wander freely over her prone body, admiring the long, shapely length of her toned legs; the high, tight curves of her buttocks; her small waist, the graceful curve of her back, and the lean, subtly defined muscles of her upper arms and shoulders. Tessa had the figure of an athlete, but also possessed curves in all the right places. In other words, at least to Ian’s way of thinking, she had the perfect body.

  A body that he was very eager to posses yet again, even though they had just left their bed barely three hours ago. After a leisurely breakfast on their patio, they had gone for a walk along the beach, then returned to swim in the sea that was as calm and temperate as bath water. He’d been reading a book on his tablet while she had been dozing off and on for the last half hour.

  Tessa rolled over onto her back now, stretching those incredibly long legs and arms in opposite directions, and emitted a yawn.

  “Guess I’m being extra lazy today,” she admitted with a grin. “My mind is telling me I should get off my butt and go run on the treadmill for an hour, work off everything I’ve been eating and drinking for the last week and a half. But my body is tempting me to just stay put and go back to sleep.”

  Ian set his tablet down at the sight of her glorious breasts barely contained in a halter-necked bikini top. The full, heavy globes were tanned the same deep apricot shade as the rest of her body, and with her long blonde hair waving riotously over her shoulders, she reminded him of some wild pagan goddess.

  He was already hard as he moved to kneel beside her, his hand sweeping up the side of her ribcage to squeeze her breast. “Your body is tempting me as well, Mrs. Gregson,” he murmured, his thumb flicking over her taut nipple through the fabric of her lilac bikini. “But definitely not to go back to sleep.”

  Tessa gasped as he boldly scooped her breast out of the shallow bikini top, then bent his head to take the nipple in his mouth. Her hands drifted up to dangle in his still-damp hair, pulling his head closer as his tongue laved the taut apricot peak. She made a little sound of surprise when he easily unfastened the top, and tossed it aside carelessly, cupping both breasts in his hands.

  “Your tits look sexier than ever now that they’re tanned the same shade as the rest of your gorgeous body,” he rasped, rubbing his heavily stubbled cheek against her breast. It had been a good three days since he’d last shaved, and he knew he would leave whisker burn on her tender flesh. But Tessa never minded, never complained, and he sensed she actually cherished the marks, as though he’d branded her in some way.

  She ran a hand down his bare chest until she reached his crotch, and gave his pulsing erection a squeeze. “As I recall,” she whispered, “I’m not the only one who’s got an all over tan right now.”

  Ian groaned as her words conjured up the erotic image of Tessa carefully applying sunscreen to his private parts before one of their nude sunbathing sessions. He’d happily returned the favor by rubbing the SPF 50 very, very well into the skin of her breasts and ass. It was small wonder, he thought hazily, that he’d spent more than half of their time here on Virgin Gorda finding different ways - and places - in which to consummate their marriage.

  His lips moved down between her breasts, past the soft curve of her belly, as his hands pulled the lilac briefs from her body. She’d had a bikini wax a few days before the wedding, but had left the rest of her pubic hair alone, the way she knew he preferred it. He pulled her closer to the edge of the chaise lounge, until her legs were hanging off the sides, and his head was at a perfect angle to run his tongue along her glistening pink slit.

  “You’re wet,” he scolded lightly, slowly inserting one, then two fingers inside of her tight pussy. “Were you having a naughty dream just now, darling? Is that why you’re already so aroused?”

  Tessa whimpered as his fingers pressed down on an extra sensitive spot. “I’m always aroused when you’re nearby,” she whispered raggedly. “Always wet. Sometimes just the sound of your voice is enough to excite me. And the moment you touch me, it’s all I crave, all I want.”

  Ian made a sound deep in his throat that was part growl, part groan. “Then we’re even, love, because I crave you constantly. Even after I’ve just come inside of this sweet, hot body, I’m hard again because it’s never enough to satisfy me for very long. Open for me now, Tessa.”

  She complied instantly, spreading her thighs wider as he buried his head between them. One at a time, he draped her legs over his neck, giving him easier access to her body. At the first flicker of his tongue against her clitoris, she flinched, her pelvis lifting off the padded chaise. He sucked on the tiny little nub as he resumed the pumping motion of his fingers in and out of her vagina, growing a little harder as Tessa grew wetter, hotter, and the moans arising from her throat became full blown cries of pleasure.

  “Please,” she begged, her hips bucking up and down frantically. “Oh, God, Ian, please, I beg you. Make me come now.”

  He lifted his head, gazing up at her as she writhed in the throes of passion, her whole body quivering in arousal. “How sweetly you beg,” he purred. “Almost as sweet as you taste. Tell me, love, how shall I make you come? With my hand?” He thrust three fingers inside of her this time, as deep as he could go, while rasping his thumb over her clit. “Or with my mouth?” He bent his head, running his tongue around her outer labia before plunging it inside of her slit.

  Tessa was gasping for breath by now, her head tossing to and fro on the chaise cushion. “I - I don’t care!” she cried out wildly. “Just do it! Please!”

  Ian laughed softly, seductively. “My greedy girl. You can’t decide because you want both, don’t you? My hand and my mouth. Very well then.”

  He increased the tempo as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight, slick body, while his tongue flicked over and around her clit in rapid circles. He felt the familiar tightening of her vaginal muscles clamp around his fingers, signaling her release, as her legs wrapped around his neck. And even as she climaxed wildly against the combined efforts of his hand and mouth, he kept at her, licking, sucking, nuzzling his nose against the sweet musky scent of her body.

  Her limbs went slack then, her legs slipping from around his neck to rest limply against the chaise lounge. And when he scooped her up into his arms, she nestled her head weakly against his shoulder as he carried her back to the bed that the hotel staff had just made up barely an hour ago.

  Ian yanked his swim trunks off before joining her on the enormous, king-sized platform bed, wrapping her in his arms as he brushed damp, tangled locks of blonde hair from her flushed face.

  She pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing him deeply, and tasting the muskiness of her own body on his lips. It seemed to take mere seconds before she was once again moaning with need, her leg hooking around his buttocks as she rubbed herself against his thick, hard cock.

  He bit down gently on her earlobe before trailing his tongue down the side of her neck. “You little wanton,” he murmured huskily. “I just gave you an orgasm - a very, very good one, from the sounds of it - and you’re already craving another one.”

  “It’s your fault,” she whispered against his lips. “You’ve got me hooked, like an addict, to a point where all I can think about is being with you. And if you weren’t so amazing at this, if you didn’t make me feel like the earth was moving every single time you make love to me
, then I wouldn’t need you this way. So since you’ve become my addiction, Mr. Gregson, I think it’s only right that you feed it as often as possible.”

  Her husky, breathy confession, coupled with the dazed, slumberous look in her half-shut blue eyes, only served to make him harder, caused his own breath to hitch in his throat as he stared down at the delectably carnal sight she made - her full breasts heaving, her nipples tight, the inside of her thighs still slick from the attention of his lips and tongue.

  “You’re not the only one who’s addicted, Mrs. Gregson” he growled, grabbing one of the pillows neatly arranged against the headboard. “And I’m craving another fix right now myself. Fortunately, as we were getting ready for the wedding, Colin was generous enough to share a few new, ah, moves with me. Like this one.”

  He arranged the pillow under her head, then knelt in front of her prone body, his legs glued together.

  “Bring your knees up towards your chest, and then cross your legs at the ankles,” he instructed her. “Don’t let your thighs separate.”

  After she complied with his directions, he slid his hands underneath her buttocks and pulled her hips onto his lap.

  “Now press your feet against my chest,” he rasped. “Yes, just like that. Easy now, hmm?”

  But Tessa couldn’t prevent the half-gasp, half-groan that rose up from her lips as he entered her carefully, aware of how deep the penetration was from this particular position. Ian grit his teeth, struggling mightily to take this slow, but the sensations were like nothing he’d ever felt before, especially when she squeezed her pelvic muscles around his cock.

  “What - what name did your brother have for this particular – ahh, God - position?” she asked breathlessly as he gradually began to thrust a little deeper, a littler harder.