“God, what you do to me,” he whispered in a raw voice. “You make me forget my own name with just a kiss.”
“It’s the same for me,” she whispered back.
Ian kissed her again, but this time quickly, gently, and then he reluctantly eased her back onto the seat.
“Not here, darling,” he murmured in a low voice. “If this car had a privacy panel it would be a very different matter. But we don’t want to shock poor Simon, or give him a show.”
Under cover of the dark interior of the car, he slid his hand up beneath her coat and dress until he reached the lacy top of her stocking. She gasped as he caressed her thigh, and then realized belatedly just how aroused she was, how wet. She squirmed restlessly beneath his hand, longing for him to slide it further up her leg until he was cupping her aching sex.
Instead, he slowly withdrew his hand, his voice low against her ear. “Shh. I have no intention of making you moan when we have an audience, even one as discreet as Simon. Your pleasure is going to be for my eyes and ears only. We’ll be at my home very soon now.”
Tessa was trembling in arousal as he stayed a safe distance away, merely linking their hands together casually. To distract herself from the growing need for physical release, she looked out the window, trying to determine where they were headed. It was obvious from the size and elegance of the houses they drove by that they were in a very affluent neighborhood, and Tessa was fairly certain from the names on the street signsshe glimpsed that it was the exclusive Pacific Heights area.
Two blocks later, Simon was pulling through a set of wrought iron gates that he’d used a remote control to open, and parking on the side of a stately red brick mansion. Because it was so dark and cloudy outside, Tessa couldn’t make out too many exterior details, but there was little doubt that Ian’s home was a multimillion dollar residence.
Ian helped her out of the car, then went around to the driver’s side to speak to Simon briefly. Then he was taking Tessa by the hand and leading her up a short flight of steps to the wide front door. He drew out his phone and punched in a code, explaining that he was disengaging the alarm system. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside, and Tessa could only stare at her surroundings in stunned disbelief.
The foyer of his home was nearly as large as her entire apartment, and she swiftly took in as many details as possible - from the high ceilings to the polished oak floors to the wide staircase that led to the upper and lower floors of the grand house. There was beautiful artwork on the walls, and a plush Persian carpet covering part of the floor. She had never been inside such a magnificent, elegant home before, and she had barely begun to see any of it.
“Let me take your coat, Tessa,” offered Ian, as his hands went to her shoulders. As she unbuttoned it and he helped her remove it, he added teasingly, “I promise to return it to you, despite my jealousy.”
She gave a nervous little laugh as he opened an entryway closet and hung both of their coats inside. She left her purse on a long, low table that held a fabulous floral arrangement inside a porcelain bowl with an Oriental design.
She had feared she’d feel cold without her coat, but Ian’s home was blissfully warm and cozy, a far cry from her old, drafty apartment. To save money on her heating bill, she usually kept the heater turned off these days, choosing instead to bundle up in multiple layers to keep warm.
“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.
And as she followed him from room to room, trying very hard not to feel dazed or intimidated by the obvious luxury that surrounded her, Tessa also began to feel a sense of calm and security. She knew somehow that this was a house where she would always feel safe, would always be welcomed and cared for. In some strange way, this beautiful house - with all of its character and warmth and charm - was calling to her, inviting her in, and she realized that she’d never felt this sort of instant connection with a place before, as though she’d finally found somewhere to truly call home.
Still inside the kitchen, Ian flicked on an outdoor light, and she peered out through the wide French doors that led to the yard and grounds.
“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 myself, 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, so I don’t really think about being alone.”
“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 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 bedside lamp. 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 d
idn’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, and she was quick to reassure him.
“You aren’t. I’m really here. But I’m the one who feels like she’s caught up in the middle of a dream,” 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 feared 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, as deep as you can take me, and stay there for a long, long time. Hours, maybe days. After all, I’ve got over 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 tilted 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. “Ever since I saw you half-undressed in my office yesterday, all I’ve been able to think about is looking at the rest of this beautiful body.”
Tessa’s eyelids fluttered shut as he began to slowly unzip her dress. As he did so, she felt his lips against the nape of her neck, the side of her throat, her bare shoulder. Each kiss caused a shimmer of arousal to travel up and down her spine, her breath to escape in a low hiss. 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 then 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 circle 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 thighs, and resting his forehead on her belly. 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. “Absolute perfection. God knows I wanted to take this first time slowly, to savor every second, but now, after seeing this beautiful body up close - I don’t think I’m capable of that. I’ve wanted you too badly for too long to control myself. 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 down past her knees, and then thrust two long fingers deep inside of her core. No one had ever touched her this way before - so knowingly, so assertively - and she let out a long, low moan as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of her drenched slit.
Ian swore softly. “Christ, you’re so wet, Tessa. 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, darling, especially considering how tight you are.”
“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 – ahhh!”
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 up 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 physique. He looked like a gladiator, like the heavyweight boxer he had been during his years at Oxford, 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. Ian 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 as he placed his hands on her inner thighs, spreading them wide. “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, and she felt impaled by his bare, throbbing cock buried so deeply inside her body. The feel of his thick, heavy length stretching her open was totally foreign to her, and Tessa was more than a little apprehensive that she would ac
tually be able to handle a man of his size. Fortunately, Ian remained completely still for long seconds, letting her get used to the feel of him, and allowing her tight, nearly virginal body to relax enough to accept his possession.
“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.
There was no pain - as she’d briefly feared there might be after seeing just how well-endowed he really was. But there was most definitely pleasure, a great deal of it, as Ian took control of their lovemaking, took control of her body. She felt tears begin to trickle down her cheeks, sobbing softly at the responses he was wringing from her body, the sort of pleasures she’d never known she was capable of feeling. The sensations built and built with each dominant thrust of his body, every 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.
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.
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