Crave (Splendor Book 2)

by Janet Nissenson

  Tessa was so dazed that she didn’t even notice the heavy weight of his body nearly crushing hers into the mattress as he lay sprawled over 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. Or felt so much pleasure. 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 tilted 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 at her explanation. “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 very tender body, 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 having unbelievably wide shoulders and those 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,” he cautioned. “And then we’d just have to keep trying until we finally get to do this my way.”

  She licked her lips, unable to tear her 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 and wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it. But at this moment, all she wanted to do was to take Ian’s big, beautiful cock into her mouth and pleasure him for hours, letting pure instinct take over her actions.

  “Would you let me - can I -” she pleaded tremulously, too shy to finish her question. But it was rather obvious from the direction of her wide-eyed gaze what it was she desired.

  Ian’s eyes darkened in response. “Jesus, Tessa. Don’t, love. 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, my darling, 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 to her tender flesh. She suppressed the urge to wince as he tended to her, unwilling to betray the fact that she was more than a little sore from his very fervent lovemaking. 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 body already humming with arousal at just being near him. He buried his face in her hair, crushing her against him as one big hand stroked over the curve of her hip.

  “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 tried to forget about you by dating 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, of what he had given up because of 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 Six

  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 silen
tly 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, love?” 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 - 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 into 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.

  She cried out in frustration as he finally lifted his head, but then gasped again as his hands slid down the side of her ribcage to grip her hips, his mouth tracing its way down between her breasts until it reached her belly. His tongue rimmed her navel, then he pressed kisses across her body from one hipbone to the other. His hands preceded his mouth as he worked his way down to the tops of her thighs where she still wore the silky, lace-topped stockings.

  “These are so fucking sexy,” he rasped, his language turning coarser than normal, for he was too overcome with lust to temper his reaction to her. “I want these long, lovely legs wrapped around my neck while I’m inside of you so that you can feel me buried as deep as I can go.” He ran his hands up and down the outsides of her legs. “I’ll buy you a dozen pair of these stockings so you can wear them under your skirts and dresses every day, and only you and I will know you have them on. Except I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you for too long.”

  One by one he rolled the stockings off, letting them flutter heedlessly to the floor. Ian pinned her hips to the mattress with his hands, holding her still as his mouth finally reached her cleft. She was wet and glistening, the folds of her labia beckoning him to taste her like she was the juiciest of fruits. With a groan, he delved between her legs and rimmed the opening to her body with his tongue, tasting her there for the first time.

  Tessa let out a cry of surprise, her hips thrashing wildly even though he held her firmly in place. “Ian, oh, God, I’ve never - no one’s ever done - that before,” she managed to utter in a ragged voice.

  He lifted his head, startled at her confession. “Easy, darling, I’ve got you.” Instead of his tongue, he slid two fingers deep inside her soaked slit, amazed at how quickly she’d became aroused. “Tessa, if you don’t want me to touch you that way, then I won’t. But I’d love to taste you there, to make you come that way. Will you let me try? I promise to stop if you tell me to, if it makes you feel uncomfortable.”

  Her head fell back on the pillow and she closed her eyes. “O-okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”

  Ian kept his fingers thrusting slowly in and out of her tight passage as he kissed his way back up her inner thighs. “Trust me, love. You’re so damned responsive, so easy to arouse. Let me do this for you now.”

  He was exquisitely gentle, his tongue licking at her damp folds with light flutters. As he felt her begin to relax, he deepened the licks, until he replaced his fingers with his tongue, thrusting it deep inside of her body. His thumb found her clit, manipulating it as he continued to eat her out with expert skill.

  “Ian!” She screamed his name as her hips moved in sync with the thrust of his tongue and the stimulation of his thumb, the orgasm causing her whole body to tremble in reaction. And while her core was still convulsing around his mouth, he kept at her, determined that her pleasure continue, licking and stroking and sucking her until she came again.

  Tessa was dazed and almost incoherent as he finally slid back up alongside her. If his own body hadn’t been screaming almost violently for release, he might have let her rest for a bit. Instead, he flipped her over onto her belly as his hands and mouth caressed her back body - traveling from the nape of her neck where her golden hair was damp from exertion; down between her leanly muscled shoulder blades and the curve of her back to the base of her spine. He squeezed the firm, high cheeks of her buttocks before running his tongue up and down the backs of her thighs and calves.

  And then, Ian reached the very end of his limits, not able to wait even a minute longer to have her again. He eased Tessa onto her hands and knees, her gorgeous ass in the air as he knelt behind her. He rubbed her hip soothingly as he sensed her unease with this particular position, leaving him to wonder if this would be another new sexual experience for her.

  But none of his gentling was quite enough to prevent her from tensing up as he slowly began to enter her from behind. “Oh! Oh, God, Ian! I don’t think -” she protested weakly, but didn’t resist as he gradually thrust all the way inside of her.

  “Hush, love. It’s all right.” He pressed a kiss to her nape as he caressed her belly persuasively. “Am I hurting you this way? I’ll stop if I am.”

  She shook her head. “No. It feels - so good. You’re just so deep. I can fee
l you so deep inside me this way.”

  He groaned, banding an arm around her waist as he moved inside of her experimentally. “And it feels amazing, doesn’t it, love? God, Tessa, I need - need to move now, darling. Easy.”

  Her little gasps as he slowly, carefully, thrust in and out of her made him even harder, and then he couldn’t hold back, could no longer be gentle, picking up the frequency and force of his movements until he was fucking her like an animal. Tessa’s gasps became screams as he pounded into her, and he felt her convulse around his cock just seconds before he came. Ian’s head fell back, his eyes tightly shut as he roared like a jungle beast, spilling himself into her as his body shuddered repeatedly.

  They collapsed next to each other on the bed, his arm flung over her body as he struggled to regain some small degree of composure.

  “Are you all right?” he was finally able to murmur in her ear. “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”

  Tessa turned into him, looping her arms around his neck and wrapping one leg about his hips. “You were amazing,” she whispered huskily. “That was amazing. I’ve never, ever felt anything like that before. Didn’t know I could feel that way.”

  Ian groaned, pulling her even closer against him. “God, you’re good for my ego,” he told her with a low laugh. “I’m just hoping my tired old body can keep up with your hot young one, even for a little while.”

  She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, pressing a kiss to the base of his throat. “You are not old. I wish you’d stop saying that. And your body is - beautiful, Ian. I can’t get enough of it.”

  Her sweetly spoken words threatened to make him hard again, even though he’d just come so thoroughly he had seen stars. He gave her a soft kiss, then brushed damp strands of her hair off her face.