Fourth and final (for now!) bonus scene from Splendor

The fourth and final (until Valentine's Day) bonus scene is below. Still hoping that Goodreads figures out why the entire preview file isn't updating to their server so that I can re-post in PDF format for everyone.

Extra Scene #8 – “The Initiation”
(takes place on the flight home from Tessa’s first business trip with Ian)


The smartly uniformed chauffeur tipped his cap as he held the back door to the limousine open for his passengers. “Good evening, Mr. Gregson. Madam”.
Ian nodded at the slim, dark-haired Hispanic man who appeared to be in his early thirties. “Good evening to you, Carlos.”
All of the Gregson hotel employees were required to wear name badges, and Ian always made it a point during his visits to address everyone by their first name. He had learned way back when he was a young boy to treat every employee with respect and gratitude, and never as though they were beneath him.
But as Carlos moved to assist Tessa into the limo for the short drive to the executive airport, Ian forestalled him. “I’ll tend to Miss Lockwood, thank you.”
Carlos looked a bit taken aback, but wasn’t about to argue with the big boss – as most of the hotel staff here at the Naples, Florida resort referred to Mr. Gregson. He’d heard the gossip – very discreetly spread, of course, since gossip was highly frowned upon by the company – about Mr. Gregson’s new assistant, but hadn’t believed all of it until he’d seen the beautiful blonde with his own eyes a few moments ago.
Miss Lockwood – who was Mr. Gregson’s girlfriend as well as his PA – was a knockout, and Carlos could easily understand why the normally austere, standoffish Brit had apparently fallen head over heels for the much younger woman.
And they made quite a pair – both of them tall, well-dressed, and with movie-star good looks. The two of them had caused a major stir around the resort today, and seeing them together now Carlos could clearly see why.
Mr. Gregson was evidently extremely possessive about his very lovely lady, so much that he wouldn’t allow Carlos to so much as touch her arm to assist her inside the limo. Not that Carlos could blame the big boss, for the beautiful blonde was an irresistible combination of classy elegance and screaming sex appeal. The chauffeur thought with a wry smile that it was a wonder Mr. Gregson didn’t keep his inamorata chained to his side in an attempt to keep other men away from her.
As soon as the back door to the limo was firmly shut, Ian didn’t waste even a second before sliding a hand to Tessa’s nape and smiling down at her very deliberately.
“Hello, beautiful,” he murmured, and then took her mouth in a long, leisurely kiss. He felt an immense sense of satisfaction as he heard her sigh of pleasure beneath the relentless pressure of his lips. Their tongues tangled lazily, both of them savoring the deep, devouring kiss. Groaning, Ian yanked her into his arms, gradually easing her back onto the plush leather seat, his body looming over hers. He’d been fully aroused and aching to have her from the second their lips had touched, and from the way she was clutching him it was evident that Tessa was equally as needy.
But there was no possible way he was going to make love to her in the backseat of a limo, no matter how comfortable or spacious or private it was. He was still far too much of a stuffed shirt to even consider such an action, especially when he recalled the brief but knowing glance the chauffeur had given him a few minutes ago.
Very reluctantly, he eased himself away from Tessa, pulling her to an upright position beside him. He pressed a kiss to her temple as he hugged her closely against him.
“Remind me in the future, my very efficient traveling PA,’ he teased lightly, brushing his knuckles over her flushed cheek, “not to agree to any extra early meetings on these trips, hmm? Especially when they interfere with our usual morning routine.”
Tessa smiled. “I’ll make a note of it, Mr. Gregson.”
They were on the last stop of their first business trip together, the Naples resort being the fourth of the properties they had visited this week. Due to the professional golf tournament being held at the resort, the hotel manager had practically begged Ian for a very early meeting with himself and the golf course and recreation managers. Ian had agreed - very reluctantly so - and the arrangements had been made for breakfast to be delivered to the owner’s suite for the meeting.
The early meeting had necessitated him to rise at an ungodly hour in order to fit in a grueling workout with one of the hotel’s personal trainers. Tessa had been fast asleep when he’d left, and he hadn’t had the heart to wake her. She’d been working long hours on this trip, more than keeping pace with his demanding schedule, and he knew she badly needed her sleep.
And she’d unfortunately been gone when he had returned, the note she’d left indicating she had decided to take a spin class at the expansive hotel fitness facility. By the time she had finished, Ian had already showered, shaved, dressed, and begun his meeting in the suite’s dining room. When Tessa had quietly entered the suite after her class, the shock had been blatantly obvious on the faces of the three other men present. Ian had offered up a silent prayer of relief that she hadn’t been wearing one of her more revealing workout outfits – teeny tiny shorts and a brief, clingy bra top. She typically – thankfully – reserved those particular garments for workouts at his home gym, or on those occasions when they worked out together and he could stave off overly interested males with a freezing “fuck-off” glare. Tessa, however, seemed to be well aware of his preference for her not to expose too much of her lusciously curved body in public and tended to dress more modestly at the gym.
But even with the black capri pants and loose fitting white fitness top she’d been wearing this morning – her long hair scraped back into a ponytail and her face bare of makeup – she had still been droolworthy, clearly evidenced by the way his three breakfast companions had stared as Ian had beckoned her over. The others had quickly followed his example when he’d stood to greet Tessa, pulling her against his side.
He’d introduced her merely as Tessa Lockwood, and very intentionally hadn’t offered up any details about what their actual relationship was. All he had told the other men was that Tessa would be joining them shortly, and assisting him during the rest of their visit.
After her shyly murmured greeting, she had headed off to change, but Ian had found it almost impossible to concentrate on what was being discussed after that. While the other men were babbling about re-sodding a section of the golf course, Ian had been imagining Tessa in the shower – all wet, naked flesh, her soap-slicked hands touching the soft curves of her body that he hadn’t yet had the opportunity to glimpse thus far today. He’d been instantly and uncomfortably hard at the very erotic image, and he’d cursed himself anew for foolishly agreeing to this meeting when he could at this very moment have been joining his young, eager lover in the huge walk-in shower.
And it had only gotten worse when Tessa had emerged from their bedroom a short while later, perfectly put together and looking both elegant and fuckable at the same time. She’d been wearing a silk blouse of palest peach with pearl buttons, and a slim fitting pencil skirt of taupe linen. Her taupe slingback pumps had a modest heel, unlike the sexy stilettos he loved seeing her in but that were not entirely appropriate for the sort of refined business attire he preferred her to wear. Her abundant blonde hair had been pulled back into a sleek knot at the nape of her neck, her makeup applied with a light, discreet hand. A pair of luminous pearl stud earrings and the classic Bulgari Ovale watch he’d bought her last month were her only pieces of jewelry.
She had looked so beautiful and so tempting that he’d had half a mind to order the three men out of the suite, brush everything off the dining room table with one swipe of his arm, and then spread her out for his pleasure. Instead, he’d had to suffer the tortures of hell by having her close by his side throughout the entire day and yet never managing even one minute alone with her. He’d sat through three meals, a seemingly endless round of meetings, reviews, and inspections, and fielded a dozen phone calls from the regional office all without being able to do more than put his hand lightly on her elbow or the small of her back as they walked through the hotel. And for the better part of fourteen hours now, he’d been forced to notice the way the silk blouse clung lovingly to her lush breasts; to observe the gentle sway of her hips and the tempting curve of her ass in that narrow skirt; to smell her light, fleeting perfume; to hear the soft, breathy sound of her voice; and not be able to do a damned thing about any of it.
They had agreed to maintain a strict degree of professionalism while they worked, and not to flaunt or advertise their very intimate relationship among their co-workers. Traveling together and sharing a suite was one thing, but overt displays of affection were something else entirely. He did, after all, still have an image to portray, a family reputation to uphold, and Tessa had been more than understanding of the fact that they would have to act in a businesslike manner on these trips. Her cooperation, however, hadn’t made the constant temptation she presented any easier to bear.
But all of that torture would finally come to an end in less than half an hour – the amount of time Ian calculated it would take to drive to the executive airport, board the corporate jet, and take off. And once he received the all clear from the pilot that they could move about the cabin freely, he had every intention of pulling Tessa along with him into the plane’s master bedroom, and initiating her in a very, very pleasurable manner into the Mile High Club.
He had yet to share his plans with her, and wasn’t quite sure how she’d react. She always went to him eagerly – more than eagerly, if he was being completely honest. Her desire for him – her hunger – seemed to be increasing the more time they spent together, and Ian sensed it would only be a matter of time before she followed his instructions and took the initiative in their lovemaking – a thought that aroused him tremendously.
But as passionate as Tessa was in his arms, he guessed that she would be a bit shy about actually having sex with other people in proximity. Not that the flight crew – pilot, co-pilot and flight attendant – would be able to hear anything, of course. Besides the noise of the plane itself, the bedrooms were exceptionally well insulated so that one could be assured of a sound sleep on long flights. Not to mention the fact that his flight crew were far too loyal and discreet to ever betray the slightest indication that they knew exactly what would be going on behind closed doors.
Tessa was still going to be reticent about it, though, he sensed, and he’d have to seduce her into the idea. The images that scenario provoked – those of kissing her softly, undressing her with exquisite slowness, cajoling her into the bed – made his body grow even harder with barely suppressed lust. He longed to have her now, this very instant, spread out here against the limo seat, and he had to fight a little harder with each passing minute to control that particular urge. Instead, he merely brushed his thumb over her lips, smiling when her blue eyes widened at even such a light touch.
“You look lovely, darling,” he told her in a husky voice. “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to tell you that until now.”
Tessa returned his smile, gently holding his hand against her cheek. “But you did tell me. All day long, every time our eyes met. And I hope you know I feel exactly the same way – you’re always so handsome I can’t seem to tear my gaze away from you for even a minute.”
Her heartfelt words pleased him tremendously, as did the feel of her soft skin beneath his hand. “The way you look now – beautiful, classy, pampered – it’s what I’ve wanted for you ever since that first time we met.”
She gave him a puzzled look. “How do you mean?”
Idly, he took her hand in his, entwining their fingers. “I knew you couldn’t afford to buy expensive things,” he told her gently. “And I couldn’t have cared less what you wore because you always looked beyond beautiful to me. But I’d overhear those evil witches Gina and Alicia and even Shelby on occasion make some unflattering comment about you – speculating on what clearance rack your dress came off or how cheap your shoes were. They were very obviously jealous, of course, wildly so because you were so much more attractive than they could ever hope to be. But – it bothered me to hear them talk that way about you. Bothered me that you had to do without nice things.”
Tessa shook her head. “It shouldn’t have, Ian. I mean, I always knew they talked about me behind my back. It’s what the pair of them do – gossip constantly and criticize everyone they know. And, well, after so many years of having so little I never allowed myself to hope for anything beyond the basics.” She rested her head on his shoulder with a little sigh as she clutched his arm against her side. “And I certainly never allowed myself to hope for someone like you.”
Ian groaned, just before dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “It’s the same for me, my love. You are so much more than I ever thought I might have, more than I ever thought it was possible to have. And seeing you looking like this – being able to give you the things I longed to shower you with for so long – it feels like a dream I hope to never wake up from.”
Her slim hand caressed his darkly stubbled chin, her blue eyes shining. “Let’s keep dreaming together, then. I love you, Ian. And I – I missed you this morning, missed, um - ”
He chuckled, even as his hand slid down her ribcage to her hip and back up again. “Missed waking up to me ravishing you?”
She gasped as his thumb brushed over her erect nipple, her head falling back onto the padded leather seat. “Yes. Ah, God, yes. Please, Ian.”
“Shh.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, his fingers splaying open over her full breast and giving it a squeeze. “I know, love. I’m just as starved for you. All I could think about during that bloody meeting this morning was you in the shower and how I wanted nothing more than to join you there. To press you up against the wall and slide inside you, to touch you everywhere.”
Tessa whimpered as his hand slid beneath the hem of her skirt, caressing her silk-covered thigh and drawing tantalizingly close to where he knew she’d be wet and hot and ready for him. “Please. I need – can’t we - ”
He gave her a lingering kiss on the lips before shaking his head regretfully. “Not here, love, no. First, we’re less than ten minutes from the airport and I’m not certain ten hours is going to be enough to satisfy me tonight the way I’m feeling right now. And second - ” His hand caressed her rosy cheek. “I realize we have privacy back here but I didn’t like the way our chauffeur was looking at you earlier. I’m not sure I’d trust him to be discreet enough not to gossip with other employees.”
Tessa gave him a little frown. “But the privacy panel is up and um, aren’t all of the hotel limos soundproofed?”
Ian chuckled. “That’s not what concerns me, love. I’ve little doubt we could be quiet enough that Carlos wouldn’t be able to hear anything. However, as far as the look you get on your face afterwards – well, there’s no disguising it, I’m afraid. Anyone seeing you – including Carlos – would know exactly what went on back here.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks grew even pinker and she glanced away shyly. “I, um, didn’t realize it was that obvious.”
He gave her an indulgent smile, his fingers massaging the nape of her neck. “Very much so, love. Don’t you remember the way you looked after that night in front of the mirror?” At her low moan of arousal, his smile deepened into something far more lascivious. “Mmm, the look you get in your eyes after you’ve just come – like you’re in a daze, like you couldn’t speak no matter how hard you tried.” He cupped her cheek tenderly. “And your skin flushes the most beautiful shade of pink, just like it looks now, and it’s almost impossible for you to take a breath. No, darling, there’s no way in hell I’ll ever allow another man to see that particular look on your face. So, as much as I’m dying to be inside of you right now, we’ll need to wait just a bit longer.”
Tessa gave a little huff of frustration. “Isn’t the flight home almost six hours? Not to mention the drive from the airport? I’m not sure I can wait that long, Ian.”
He brushed his lips over her cheek. “I happen to agree with you wholeheartedly, love. And if you think I’m able or willing to wait six more hours to have you, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“Then what - ?”
Ian placed two finger over her lips. “Wait and see.”
She clasped his wrist, holding it still as she very deliberately sucked both of his fingers into her mouth. He stared at her in mingled shock and arousal, his already throbbing cock almost ready to explode. But then, when he thought he couldn’t possibly get any hornier, any more in need to possess Tessa, the words that she whispered next were more than enough to push him over the edge.
“When I was in the shower this morning,” she confessed, “I kept wishing that you were there, too. Kissing me, touching me, fucking me. While I was washing myself I kept imagining it was your hands on my body.”
The sound that escaped his throat was raw and animalistic, and he had to grit his teeth in a frantic effort for control. “My God, Tessa,” he hissed. “You can’t – Jesus, don’t tell me things like that when I can’t do a damned thing about it at the moment.”
Firmly, he withdrew his fingers from her mouth and forced himself with every last bit of self-control he possessed not to touch her. He was trembling, he realized belatedly, shaking with the force of his arousal.
With his eyes firmly shut, he asked her the question that had immediately come to mind at her impassioned words a moment ago. “Did you – did you touch yourself?” he asked with a groan. “Did you make yourself come?”
Tessa touched his cheek softly. “No. I couldn’t. Because the only orgasms I want from now on are the ones you give me.”
Ian’s eyes flew open and he jerked her into his arms. The skin across his cheekbones felt so tightly stretched that he feared it might snap, and sweat had popped out on his forehead.
“Well, then, darling,” he told her unevenly, “I’ll just have to make sure I give you as many as you can handle. And since you were such a good girl this morning and denied yourself, I’ll definitely reward you the moment we’re alone. And it’s likely a good thing we’re arriving at the airport because otherwise I’d be giving you one of the many orgasms you’re going to enjoy tonight right here and now.”
Tessa shivered as he slid a hand up beneath her skirt and gave her thigh a brief squeeze. He tried desperately to focus on something else – anything else – in a last ditch effort to get his raging erection under control before they had to exit the limo. Needing an extra moment or two to compose himself, he even allowed Carlos to give Tessa a hand this time while he followed, buttoning up his suit jacket for extra coverage as he did so.
While their luggage was being brought aboard the plan, he let Tessa proceed him up the staircase into the luxurious, custom-fit aircraft. Once inside the spacious interior, they were greeted by Will, the flight attendant who’d worked for the Gregson Group for almost a decade now. Ian had first become acquainted with Will when he’d worked out of the London headquarters, and the flight attendant had been part of the crew for many of the European flights. Ian had been impressed by the younger man’s professionalism and attention to detail, and when he’d received the appointment as the Americas Regional Director, Will had asked to be transferred to his staff. Ian knew that the flight attendant – now in his mid-thirties – was gay, but he was also extremely discreet and low key about his lifestyle. But one of the reasons Will had requested the transfer to San Francisco was because of the thriving LGBT community there, and he seemed extremely pleased with the decision he’d made to relocate. Ian was simply glad to have such an experienced and competent employee on his staff, especially when he knew Will to be one of the most discreet, trustworthy people he’d ever met.
Will had also taken an instant liking to Tessa, fussing over her and doing his utmost to ensure her comfort, and Ian’s already glowing opinion of him had zoomed even higher. Now, as Tessa walked inside the main cabin, Will greeted her enthusiastically.
“Good evening, Miss Lockwood. It’s a pleasure to have you on board this evening. Here, let me secure your bags for you while you have a seat.”
Tessa gave him a grateful smile as she sunk into one of the plush leather passenger seats and buckled herself in. “Thank you, Will. And please call me Tessa.”
Will didn’t reply immediately, looking instead to his boss for guidance. Ian gave a brief nod before handing over his laptop case, indicating that Will had his permission to call Tessa by her first name.
Once his two passengers were settled in their seats, Will inquired, “Can I get you anything before takeoff, Tessa? Mr. Gregson?”
Tessa shook her head. “No thank you, Will. We just finished dinner about an hour ago so I can’t imagine being hungry again for a long time.”
“Nothing for me at the moment, either,” said Ian. “In fact, we’ve had a very long day, so after takeoff Tessa and I are going to have a bit of a rest in the master suite.”
If this piece of news shocked Will in any way, he was far too well trained and disciplined to betray his surprise. Ian rarely used either of the bedrooms on board, since the majority of his trips on this aircraft were only a few hours in duration. Generally, he did some work or read or occasionally watched a movie. If he did doze off, it was typically in one of the plush, oversized reclining leather seats.
Will merely nodded in acknowledgment. “A wise idea, sir, given that it will be the middle of the night when we land in San Francisco. Will you be resting until our arrival or will you want refreshments at some point?”
Ian very intentionally kept his tone neutral as he answered. “Some tea, perhaps, once we’re an hour or so from landing. If that changes, I’ll let you know.”
“Of course, Mr. Gregson. Ah, the captain has just signaled he’s ready to take off so I’d best take my seat.”
Ian had deliberately not looked at Tessa during his conversation with Will but did so now, and a smile spread slowly across his features as he observed the expression of wide-eyed surprise on her face. He picked up her hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Everything all right, love?” he asked in a light voice.
She glanced over at Will, who was fully absorbed in reading something on his tablet, then looked back at Ian. “Are we actually going to have a rest or, um, - ”
He chuckled at her sudden reticence. “I did tell you that there was no possible way I could wait another six hours to have you and I meant every word. Therefore, the answer to your question is no – I for one am not the least bit sleepy. However, if you really need a nap we - ”
“No.” She squeezed his hand, shaking her head firmly. “I’m not really tired, either. But is it – I mean, is Will going to think - ”
Ian grinned wolfishly. “That you and I have finally decided to join the Mile High Club? Most likely, yes. But he’s far too discreet and loyal to bat an eyelash about it. Nor will he say or do a thing to make you feel uncomfortable about it. And if you’re worried about him or the pilots hearing us, don’t be. This plane is extremely well insulated so the only one who’ll hear your screams of pleasure will be me.”
Tessa couldn’t disguise the shiver of arousal that rippled through her body, and her blue eyes grew soft and dreamy. “Oh. Well, then, I, um, think we ought to have that – that rest you mentioned. Just as soon as we can.”
He leaned across the armrest of his seat to place a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. “I’m counting the minutes, love. Quite literally, in fact.” He pulled back the cuff of his white dress shirt to check his watch. “By my estimation, we have less than five minutes until we can get out of our seats.” He whispered to her then, his voice low and deliberately seductive. “So use that time wisely, love, and think about how you’d like me to give you your first orgasm of the night – with my hands, my mouth, or my cock.”
She gasped, her eyes closing in reaction as his tongue snaked out to trace lazily around the dainty shell of her ear. “Oh, God,” she breathed. “How – how much longer until - ”
She was interrupted by the pilot’s voice coming over the speaker. “Mr. Gregson, we’re at cruising altitude now, sir. You and Miss Lockwood are free to move about the cabin.”
Ian wasted no time in unbuckling his seat belt and surging to his feet, holding his hand out to Tessa. Without a word, she followed suit and let him lead her the short distance to the master bedroom suite. He locked the door carefully behind them, even though none of the flight crew would do so much as knock unless it was a dire emergency. But he could already sense Tessa’s uncertainty about this, her timidity, and he wanted to make her feel as secure as possible.
“Relax,” he murmured soothingly. He stood behind her in the middle of the bedroom, his hands gently massaging her shoulders. “No one will bother us. Or hear us. Now, I have at least five hours to see how many times I can make you come. Hmm, what’s your estimate?”
“Ian.” Her head fell back against his shoulder as his hand cupped a breast, his fingers plucking at the nipple through the silky fabric of her blouse. “Ohh, that feels amazing.”
“I agree,” he said huskily, as both of his hands squeezed her breasts and tugged at her nipples. “I love your breasts, Tessa, love how soft they are, how sensitive. Later, I’m going to suck on these perfect breasts until you come that way. Let me see you now, darling. It’s time for your initiation into the club to begin.”
He turned her around to face him, his lips traveling down the side of her neck as he began to slowly unfasten the dainty pearl buttons of her blouse. “And it’s my initiation, too,” he whispered, his mouth caressing the exposed upper curves of her breasts. “I’ve never brought a woman on board the company plane before, much less made love to one.”
Tessa’s breath grew increasingly ragged, but he could still make out her whispered words. “I’m – ah – glad to hear that.”
Her silk blouse fluttered heedlessly to the thickly carpeted floor. Ian’s lips continued their heated path over the tops of her breasts while his hands smoothly undid the button and then the zipper of her skirt. He backed up a bit to hold her steady as she stepped out of the garment, and then his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he noticed what she was wearing beneath. Or, more accurately, barely wearing.
He was used by now to seeing her wear one of the many sets of lavish satin and lace embellished lingerie that he’d bought for her. But the bra and panty set she was wearing tonight was very different from anything he’d ever seen her in, and he could only stare at her in stunned silence.
The barely there bra was of a shimmery, flesh-colored fabric that was basically transparent, her apricot nipples clearly visible. The tiny pair of matching panties was equally as sheer, enough so that absolutely nothing was left to the imagination. Paired with sheer, thigh high stockings and her taupe heels –
“Christ, you looked naked in those scraps of fabric,” he croaked. “And it’s a damned good thing I wasn’t able to watch you get dressed this morning. Because if I’d known you were wearing next to nothing beneath your clothes, we would have had to cancel half of my meetings. On second thought, forget half. I would have cleared my whole schedule and taken you back to bed for the entire day.”
Tessa didn’t speak, just stood there on shaky legs while he continued to stare at her. And then, despite all of his earlier good intentions to seduce her slowly, to coax and cajole her, he couldn’t control himself a moment longer and fell on her like a wild animal. She whimpered as he captured her lips in a raw, demanding kiss, his tongue invading the inside of her mouth and not permitting her to resist. One of his hands delved inside a sheer bra cup, palming her full breast roughly, while his other hand slipped beneath the low cut waistband of those fragile panties.
She groaned beneath the unrelenting pressure of his kiss as his fingers thrust up inside of her wet, creamy slit boldly. Her hands clutched his shoulders as though she were holding on for dear life, even as her hips began to move in sync with the fast, deep pump of his fingers. He rubbed his thumb over the tiny nub of her clitoris as she began to fall apart in his arms. And even as he felt her tight, hot pussy continue to convulse around his fingers, he rasped, “I want you naked. On the bed. Now, Tessa.”
He watched her stumble over to the bed on shaky legs before sinking down onto the mattress gratefully. Her hands were trembling visibly as she unhooked that sexy bra, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. As she began to remove her shoes and stockings, Ian tended to his own clothing, undressing at a frantic, almost desperate pace.
Tessa had barely slid the shimmery scrap of her panties off her body when he was on her, pulling her legs wide apart and then ramming his cock as deeply inside of her delicious heat as he could get. The scream he tore from her throat was high and long, and one of the few cells that was still functioning in his dazed brain at this moment thought what a good thing it was that this bedroom had been reinforced three times over with the best insulation available.
“Jesus, you feel so tight this way,” he groaned, continuing to hold her legs apart in a spread eagle position. “Is this all right, love? I’m not too deep, am I?”
He gazed down at Tess anxiously, belatedly aware he might be hurting her in this position, especially as hard as his dick felt at this moment. But she only shook her head, her blue eyes huge and round, and with an expression that could only be described as spellbound. She emitted a long, low moan as he pulled out of her slowly, nearly to the tip of his cock, before sliding back in with a calculated deliberation. Ian repeated these actions several more times, until both of them were near frantic for more. Groaning, he readjusted her long legs until they were wrapped around his hips and he began to thrust more aggressively. Roughly, he reached down and threaded a hand into her hair, making a mess of its neatly coiled knot, and pulled her head up to meet his wet, open-mouthed kiss. He felt the telltale convulsions of her vagina clenching around his rampaging cock, heard the almost desperate way she was gasping for breath beneath the incessant demand of his mouth upon hers, and noticed how her arms were locked fiercely around his neck as he fucked her with unrepentant, ravenous need.
When he came, it was with deep, racking spasms, every muscle and tendon in his big body shaking with the force of his climax. With one final groan, he collapsed onto the bed beside his beloved, pulling her sweat-dampened body against him tightly and tucking her head beneath his chin.
It was several minutes before he could summon the ability to speak, and when he did his voice was still ragged, as though he’d just run a mile at world record speed.
“So how was that for an initiation?” he murmured, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth.
In answer, Tessa cupped his cheek, turning his head slightly to meet her soft kiss. Her blue eyes were luminous and more than a little dazed, her lips swollen and red from his brutal kisses. Her otherwise flawless complexion was chafed from whisker burn. But the words she spoke next belied any fears that he’d been too rough with her.
“It was amazing,” she murmured in awe. “And I, um, hope we can make more visits to this particular club.”
Ian laughed. “As many as you like, love. And no time like the present, I always say.”
Tessa ran her hands over his sweat-slicked chest before leaning over to lick a bead of perspiration from the base of his throat. “You always seem to say exactly the right thing,” she purred in a low voice, just before he tumbled her back into the pillows.