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“Do it,” he muttered rawly. “But for God’s sake, be quick about it, love.”
Tessa was eager to comply, kicking off her shoes and practically tearing her panties off before going to work on his trousers. Ian emitted a sound that resembled a snarl as her fingers brushed over his straining cock, whether intentionally or accidentally, and she hastily finished undressing him.
But when she positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her vagina, guiding him inside of her a mere inch at a time, he lost what little patience he had remaining and grasped her firmly by the hips. Tessa cried out in surprise as he impaled her on his dick, and then wasted no time in fucking her with long, deep strokes.
“Hey,” she protested in mock outrage. “I was supposed to be the one in charge tonight.”
He grinned up at her, giving one round buttock a playful smack. “You’ll need to move things along much more quickly then, love. No time for dawdling when you’re the boss, after all.”
She stuck her tongue out him, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, why didn’t you say so?”
And then proceeded to ride him at a frantic, nearly breakneck pace, bringing them both to a stunning climax in less than two minutes.
She collapsed onto his chest moments later, his penis still embedded inside of her, their spent bodies a sweaty tangle of limbs as they both struggled to slow their breathing down. And when she finally spoke, Ian’s chest rumbled with laughter at her words.
“I think,” she whispered roguishly in his ear, “that I really like being in charge.”
“Jesus, mate. Everyone here is already going to have their tongues hanging out when they get an eyeful of your very delectable fiancée. Did you really have to rub salt in the wound by letting her wear that dress? And those shoes. Goddammit, Ian. You do know that all I’ll be able to think about during dinner is whether or not she’s going to wear those shoes in bed tonight while you’re fucking her brains out.”
Ian gave his younger brother a playful pat on the head, while scowling fiercely at the same time. “I see that marriage and fatherhood haven’t completely cleaned up your filthy imagination.”
Colin grinned cheekily. “I’m married, not dead, mate. And a man would definitely have to be the latter not to drool over your woman. She is really spectacular, isn’t she? Where in hell did she find that dress? And I’m a little shocked that you actually let her out of the house in it.”
Ian took a sip of his scotch. “Why? After all, I’m the one who picked it out.”
Colin stared at his older brother in disbelief for several seconds before chuckling. “You’ve got a real evil streak in you at times, Ian. Not to mention a rather naughty side that I would have never imagined existed. Goldilocks there has changed you in more ways than I can keep track of. But all of them good ways, Ian.”
Their party of six - Ian, Tessa, Colin, Selina, Hugh, and Victoria - had arrived at the private club in London’s Mayfair district a few minutes ahead of the rest of their party this evening. It had been Ian’s suggestion to do so, intentionally wanting to arrive before their friends. Despite Tessa’s firm resolve that she was perfectly fine with meeting all of them, Ian wasn’t about to have fourteen pairs of inquisitive, assessing eyes upon her as she walked inside an already occupied room. Much better, he’d decided, for her to meet one couple at a time, and not intimidate her by being introduced to the whole group at once.
Though the way she looked this evening, it was difficult to imagine her being intimidated by anyone. She was in full out femme fatale mode tonight, an image he had quite deliberately helped to create. Not only was he enough of an egotistical bastard to gleefully anticipate the envious looks on the faces of all his friends this evening when they saw her for the first time, but he wanted Tessa to be practically glowing with confidence when she met everyone. Ian knew that every one of the wives and girlfriends who’d be in attendance tonight would be sophisticated, well dressed, and attractive, and he fully intended for his woman to outshine them all.
After her brave stand of two nights ago, when she had declared to Hugh that she would love to meet their friends, Tessa had been decidedly less confident earlier today. She’d looked through the clothes she had packed for this trip, most of which had been well suited to the Tuscan countryside but not necessarily a big city like London, and fussed over what to wear. In the months they had been together, she had never once asked him for a single thing, or suggested they go shopping for clothes. The credit cards he’d opened in her name and encouraged her to use freely rarely showed any transactions. And, quite predictably, she had protested when he’d hailed a taxi and taken her to Harvey Nichols, one of the most high end department stores in London, insisting that she didn’t need anything new to wear.
But Tessa’s protests had stopped rather abruptly when she’d tried on the deceptively simple black jersey dress. On the hanger, it hadn’t been anything terribly special, no different than the dozens of other little black dresses the store had in stock. But once he had zipped her into it and she’d looked at her reflection in the mirror, a little gasp had escaped her lips.
The cut and fabric of the Elizabeth and James sheath hugged every curve of Tessa’s body as though it had been painted on. The dress wasn’t tight, low-cut, or short, looked both classy and sophisticated, but it was also overwhelmingly sensual at the same time. Or, more likely, it was the body beneath the sinuous fabric that practically oozed sex appeal.
Ian had declared that this was exactly the right dress, hadn’t even bothered letting her try anything else on, and Tessa had agreed wholeheartedly. They had finished the rest of their impromptu shopping excursion quickly after that - Giuseppe Zanotti black suede stiletto sandals with a crisscross ankle strap, a black clutch with a gold clasp, and a trio of gold and pearl bangles. The bracelets were her only jewelry this evening save for pearl stud earrings, and of course her engagement ring.
Next, he’d whisked her over to the grand Gregson Hotel and up to their highly rated beauty salon, where appointments had to be made weeks in advance - at least for those women who weren’t engaged to one of the owners of the hotel group. The manager of the salon had practically tripped over her feet in her haste to assist Mr. Gregson and his beautiful fiancée, assuring him that of course they had time to give Tessa a blowout and mani-pedi. The fact that another client’s appointment likely had to be pushed back a few minutes hadn’t concerned Ian in the least. He already considered Tessa part of the Gregson family, and, as such, fully deserving of all the respect and attention and perks that went with the name.
Tessa was eager to comply, kicking off her shoes and practically tearing her panties off before going to work on his trousers. Ian emitted a sound that resembled a snarl as her fingers brushed over his straining cock, whether intentionally or accidentally, and she hastily finished undressing him.
But when she positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her vagina, guiding him inside of her a mere inch at a time, he lost what little patience he had remaining and grasped her firmly by the hips. Tessa cried out in surprise as he impaled her on his dick, and then wasted no time in fucking her with long, deep strokes.
“Hey,” she protested in mock outrage. “I was supposed to be the one in charge tonight.”
He grinned up at her, giving one round buttock a playful smack. “You’ll need to move things along much more quickly then, love. No time for dawdling when you’re the boss, after all.”
She stuck her tongue out him, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, why didn’t you say so?”
And then proceeded to ride him at a frantic, nearly breakneck pace, bringing them both to a stunning climax in less than two minutes.
She collapsed onto his chest moments later, his penis still embedded inside of her, their spent bodies a sweaty tangle of limbs as they both struggled to slow their breathing down. And when she finally spoke, Ian’s chest rumbled with laughter at her words.
“I think,” she whispered roguishly in his ear, “that I really like being in charge.”
“Jesus, mate. Everyone here is already going to have their tongues hanging out when they get an eyeful of your very delectable fiancée. Did you really have to rub salt in the wound by letting her wear that dress? And those shoes. Goddammit, Ian. You do know that all I’ll be able to think about during dinner is whether or not she’s going to wear those shoes in bed tonight while you’re fucking her brains out.”
Ian gave his younger brother a playful pat on the head, while scowling fiercely at the same time. “I see that marriage and fatherhood haven’t completely cleaned up your filthy imagination.”
Colin grinned cheekily. “I’m married, not dead, mate. And a man would definitely have to be the latter not to drool over your woman. She is really spectacular, isn’t she? Where in hell did she find that dress? And I’m a little shocked that you actually let her out of the house in it.”
Ian took a sip of his scotch. “Why? After all, I’m the one who picked it out.”
Colin stared at his older brother in disbelief for several seconds before chuckling. “You’ve got a real evil streak in you at times, Ian. Not to mention a rather naughty side that I would have never imagined existed. Goldilocks there has changed you in more ways than I can keep track of. But all of them good ways, Ian.”
Their party of six - Ian, Tessa, Colin, Selina, Hugh, and Victoria - had arrived at the private club in London’s Mayfair district a few minutes ahead of the rest of their party this evening. It had been Ian’s suggestion to do so, intentionally wanting to arrive before their friends. Despite Tessa’s firm resolve that she was perfectly fine with meeting all of them, Ian wasn’t about to have fourteen pairs of inquisitive, assessing eyes upon her as she walked inside an already occupied room. Much better, he’d decided, for her to meet one couple at a time, and not intimidate her by being introduced to the whole group at once.
Though the way she looked this evening, it was difficult to imagine her being intimidated by anyone. She was in full out femme fatale mode tonight, an image he had quite deliberately helped to create. Not only was he enough of an egotistical bastard to gleefully anticipate the envious looks on the faces of all his friends this evening when they saw her for the first time, but he wanted Tessa to be practically glowing with confidence when she met everyone. Ian knew that every one of the wives and girlfriends who’d be in attendance tonight would be sophisticated, well dressed, and attractive, and he fully intended for his woman to outshine them all.
After her brave stand of two nights ago, when she had declared to Hugh that she would love to meet their friends, Tessa had been decidedly less confident earlier today. She’d looked through the clothes she had packed for this trip, most of which had been well suited to the Tuscan countryside but not necessarily a big city like London, and fussed over what to wear. In the months they had been together, she had never once asked him for a single thing, or suggested they go shopping for clothes. The credit cards he’d opened in her name and encouraged her to use freely rarely showed any transactions. And, quite predictably, she had protested when he’d hailed a taxi and taken her to Harvey Nichols, one of the most high end department stores in London, insisting that she didn’t need anything new to wear.
But Tessa’s protests had stopped rather abruptly when she’d tried on the deceptively simple black jersey dress. On the hanger, it hadn’t been anything terribly special, no different than the dozens of other little black dresses the store had in stock. But once he had zipped her into it and she’d looked at her reflection in the mirror, a little gasp had escaped her lips.
The cut and fabric of the Elizabeth and James sheath hugged every curve of Tessa’s body as though it had been painted on. The dress wasn’t tight, low-cut, or short, looked both classy and sophisticated, but it was also overwhelmingly sensual at the same time. Or, more likely, it was the body beneath the sinuous fabric that practically oozed sex appeal.
Ian had declared that this was exactly the right dress, hadn’t even bothered letting her try anything else on, and Tessa had agreed wholeheartedly. They had finished the rest of their impromptu shopping excursion quickly after that - Giuseppe Zanotti black suede stiletto sandals with a crisscross ankle strap, a black clutch with a gold clasp, and a trio of gold and pearl bangles. The bracelets were her only jewelry this evening save for pearl stud earrings, and of course her engagement ring.
Next, he’d whisked her over to the grand Gregson Hotel and up to their highly rated beauty salon, where appointments had to be made weeks in advance - at least for those women who weren’t engaged to one of the owners of the hotel group. The manager of the salon had practically tripped over her feet in her haste to assist Mr. Gregson and his beautiful fiancée, assuring him that of course they had time to give Tessa a blowout and mani-pedi. The fact that another client’s appointment likely had to be pushed back a few minutes hadn’t concerned Ian in the least. He already considered Tessa part of the Gregson family, and, as such, fully deserving of all the respect and attention and perks that went with the name.
