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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.
Ian grinned down at her, one hand braced on the mattress to steady himself while the other stroked her hip. “He referred to it as “X Marks the Spot”. Only thing I can figure is that with your legs crossed this way they resemble an X.”
Her hands were resting on his thighs as her eyes lowered to the place where their bodies were joined erotically. “Or maybe,” she murmured, licking her lips as she watched his cock slowly fill her up before withdrawing just as carefully, almost to the tip, “it refers to the G-spot that you keep finding every time you push in.”
“So in other words,” he teased, “it feels good.”
Tessa shook her head. “It feels amazing,” she corrected. “Unbelievable, wonderful, so good that I almost feel like sending your brother an email to thank him for suggesting it to you.”
Ian threw back his head and laughed heartily. “And Colin would adore that. But I’d advise against it, love. Otherwise, you’re bound to start receiving very dirty emails from him on a regular basis - complete with illustrations - about other ideas he has for us. And I think we can use our own imaginations without needing his help.”
Anything else she might have said was quickly forgotten as he began to fuck her harder, pushing her bent legs closer against her shoulders, and thinking in something of a haze that nothing, nothing, else could possibly feel this good, or that there was any other woman alive capable of arousing so much emotion, so much feeling, within him. The lust, the passion, that existed between him and Tessa was beyond rare, beyond special, and had transcended to a place he couldn’t begin to describe. They had a connection, a bond, that could never be broken, and an unshakeable love that would last for the rest of their lives and beyond.
“I love you,” she mouthed to him, her breath too shallow to allow her to speak the words out loud.
“Tessa.” He released her legs, letting them fall to the bed, as he levered himself down over her body into a missionary position. He took her mouth in a blistering kiss as her arms wrapped around his neck, and whispered “I love you, too” at the very moment that both of them exploded into a shattering orgasm.
“Don’t look so sad, darling. I haven’t told you this yet, wanted to save it for a surprise, but we’ll be back in the Caribbean in the fall. The reviews for several of our hotels are due to be conducted then. So you’ll be staying in this suite again in just a few months.”
Tessa smiled at her handsome husband where he sat across the table from her. “That’s wonderful news. And I’m not really sad. Just, well - wistful, I suppose, because our honeymoon is coming to an end.”
“Ah, never say that,” scolded Ian teasingly as he picked up her hand and brought it to his lips. “If I have my way, we’ll still be honeymooners on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. In fact, we’ll return to this very hotel to celebrate.”
“I’d love that. And while it will be a little sad to leave this beautiful island, I know there’s a lot to look forward to when we return home. The official opening of the Napa hotel, for starters. And vacationing with your family in Tuscany this August. With several business trips sandwiched in between, of course.”
His hazel eyes gleamed in the moonlight. “Don’t forget we’ll need to look over your wedding present very soon as well. The beach house was sold fully furnished, but I expect you’ll want to put your own touches on it. However you’d like to re-decorate or re-model is up to you.”
Tessa shook her head. “It’s our beach house, Ian. You told me that day at your attorney’s office that everything that had been yours was now ours. So it’s no different with the beach house. And I’m looking forward to driving up there as soon as possible to check it out.”
“We’ll do that very soon, I promise. More wine?”
He refilled both of their wine glasses as they ate a leisurely dinner out on their private patio. It was a gorgeous night, with not a cloud in sight, and since the sun had already set the temperature was pleasant. Tonight was their last night here on the island, and they would begin their journey back to San Francisco tomorrow morning.
It had been a dream honeymoon, Tessa thought with a smile as she speared a grilled prawn with her fork. She wouldn’t have changed a single thing about these last two weeks, and knew that she’d always remember this very, very special time in their lives.
Both full from the superb meal, they took a leisurely stroll around the hotel grounds after eating, their arms linked together. Ian was as casually dressed as he ever was, in lightweight khaki trousers, a cream cotton shirt rolled up at the sleeves, and canvas shoes, while Tessa wore a tiered blue chambray sundress and jeweled flip flops.
“I like seeing you dressed this way,” she told him. “It’s not quite as sexy as the tuxedo. Or even my favorite black pinstriped suit, but since you look good in anything - or nothing at all - it doesn’t really matter. Though I bet you’d look really hot in a tight pair of jeans and a black T-shirt.”
Ian grimaced. “Not really my style, I’m afraid. But I’m willing to give it a try if that’s what you like, darling.”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, honestly. I’d never ask you to do something you weren’t comfortable with. But, well, I did want to ask you about one thing in particular.”
“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.
Ian grinned down at her, one hand braced on the mattress to steady himself while the other stroked her hip. “He referred to it as “X Marks the Spot”. Only thing I can figure is that with your legs crossed this way they resemble an X.”
Her hands were resting on his thighs as her eyes lowered to the place where their bodies were joined erotically. “Or maybe,” she murmured, licking her lips as she watched his cock slowly fill her up before withdrawing just as carefully, almost to the tip, “it refers to the G-spot that you keep finding every time you push in.”
“So in other words,” he teased, “it feels good.”
Tessa shook her head. “It feels amazing,” she corrected. “Unbelievable, wonderful, so good that I almost feel like sending your brother an email to thank him for suggesting it to you.”
Ian threw back his head and laughed heartily. “And Colin would adore that. But I’d advise against it, love. Otherwise, you’re bound to start receiving very dirty emails from him on a regular basis - complete with illustrations - about other ideas he has for us. And I think we can use our own imaginations without needing his help.”
Anything else she might have said was quickly forgotten as he began to fuck her harder, pushing her bent legs closer against her shoulders, and thinking in something of a haze that nothing, nothing, else could possibly feel this good, or that there was any other woman alive capable of arousing so much emotion, so much feeling, within him. The lust, the passion, that existed between him and Tessa was beyond rare, beyond special, and had transcended to a place he couldn’t begin to describe. They had a connection, a bond, that could never be broken, and an unshakeable love that would last for the rest of their lives and beyond.
“I love you,” she mouthed to him, her breath too shallow to allow her to speak the words out loud.
“Tessa.” He released her legs, letting them fall to the bed, as he levered himself down over her body into a missionary position. He took her mouth in a blistering kiss as her arms wrapped around his neck, and whispered “I love you, too” at the very moment that both of them exploded into a shattering orgasm.
“Don’t look so sad, darling. I haven’t told you this yet, wanted to save it for a surprise, but we’ll be back in the Caribbean in the fall. The reviews for several of our hotels are due to be conducted then. So you’ll be staying in this suite again in just a few months.”
Tessa smiled at her handsome husband where he sat across the table from her. “That’s wonderful news. And I’m not really sad. Just, well - wistful, I suppose, because our honeymoon is coming to an end.”
“Ah, never say that,” scolded Ian teasingly as he picked up her hand and brought it to his lips. “If I have my way, we’ll still be honeymooners on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. In fact, we’ll return to this very hotel to celebrate.”
“I’d love that. And while it will be a little sad to leave this beautiful island, I know there’s a lot to look forward to when we return home. The official opening of the Napa hotel, for starters. And vacationing with your family in Tuscany this August. With several business trips sandwiched in between, of course.”
His hazel eyes gleamed in the moonlight. “Don’t forget we’ll need to look over your wedding present very soon as well. The beach house was sold fully furnished, but I expect you’ll want to put your own touches on it. However you’d like to re-decorate or re-model is up to you.”
Tessa shook her head. “It’s our beach house, Ian. You told me that day at your attorney’s office that everything that had been yours was now ours. So it’s no different with the beach house. And I’m looking forward to driving up there as soon as possible to check it out.”
“We’ll do that very soon, I promise. More wine?”
He refilled both of their wine glasses as they ate a leisurely dinner out on their private patio. It was a gorgeous night, with not a cloud in sight, and since the sun had already set the temperature was pleasant. Tonight was their last night here on the island, and they would begin their journey back to San Francisco tomorrow morning.
It had been a dream honeymoon, Tessa thought with a smile as she speared a grilled prawn with her fork. She wouldn’t have changed a single thing about these last two weeks, and knew that she’d always remember this very, very special time in their lives.
Both full from the superb meal, they took a leisurely stroll around the hotel grounds after eating, their arms linked together. Ian was as casually dressed as he ever was, in lightweight khaki trousers, a cream cotton shirt rolled up at the sleeves, and canvas shoes, while Tessa wore a tiered blue chambray sundress and jeweled flip flops.
“I like seeing you dressed this way,” she told him. “It’s not quite as sexy as the tuxedo. Or even my favorite black pinstriped suit, but since you look good in anything - or nothing at all - it doesn’t really matter. Though I bet you’d look really hot in a tight pair of jeans and a black T-shirt.”
Ian grimaced. “Not really my style, I’m afraid. But I’m willing to give it a try if that’s what you like, darling.”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, honestly. I’d never ask you to do something you weren’t comfortable with. But, well, I did want to ask you about one thing in particular.”
