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Ian vaulted out of the pool, water dripping from his body, and she was there to meet him with an oversized beach towel. He smiled his thanks as he briskly toweled off his hair and upper body before wrapping the towel around his hips. Tessa slid her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers for a lingering, open-mouthed kiss. He gave a little “mmm” of surprise just before his hands gripped her hips, pulling her into his body.

He was chuckling when he lifted his head. “Any particular reason for your very enthusiastic greeting?”

She pressed her breasts more fully against his chest, and ran her hands over the bulging muscles of his biceps. “Just admiring my very studly boyfriend. And making sure that all the other women around here know you’re taken.”

Ian smirked, sliding one large hand down to cup her ass. “What other women?”

Tessa laughed in delight. “Oooh, nicely done!”

As they walked over to their lounges, where she’d taken the liberty of having an ice cold margarita waiting for him, she kept an arm wrapped around his waist. She couldn’t resist flashing a triumphant smile in the direction of the now crestfallen bleached blonde cougar. She was absurdly pleased that Ian didn’t even acknowledge the presence of the other women, that the only one he had eyes for was her. It made her realize all over again how incredibly lucky she was to have this amazing man all to herself. She resolved to make very, very sure that he knew on a daily - no, make that an hourly - basis just how crazy she was about him, how much she cherished him. Tessa figured right now was an excellent time to start.

Ian glanced up in surprise as she plucked the margarita glass from his hand and set it down on the low, glass-topped table between their lounges. She straddled him, looping her arms around his neck, and gave a satisfied little smile when his gaze automatically flicked down to the ample cleavage bared by her yellow bikini top.

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, “You know how sometimes I really, really like giving you carte blanche over me in bed?”

He ran his hands up the side of her ribcage, stopping just below the swell of her breasts. He swallowed with some difficulty before nodding. “I, ah, do know, yes.”

She licked the side of his neck. “Well, I think I’m going to be in a very giving mood tonight.”

***

Tessa could almost feel the barely leashed tension emanating from Ian’s body as he tugged her along by the hand, forcing her to quicken her step to keep up with him. The flimsy flip flops she’d worn to the pool were sadly lacking in any semblance of support, and certainly didn’t help a bit as she was propelled along in her very determined lover’s wake. He’d wasted little time in taking her up on her enticing offer of sexual carte blanche tonight, bolting down the rest of his margarita before grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet.

The butler assigned to the owner’s suite was hovering about as usual, and rushed to open the door for them, even though Tessa could sense Ian’s impatience and knew he would have preferred to do it himself. And even though this was the third business trip she’d accompanied him on, she still wasn’t quite used to the opulence of their accommodations, or the way she was waited on practically hand and foot. Unlike Ian, who seemed to take such things for granted, to easily accept them as part of his normal, everyday lifestyle.

Which, she realized with a little sigh as she walked inside the suite, was right on the mark. Ian had been born into all this extravagance, had been brought up as one of the privileged heirs to the preeminent luxury hotel chain in the world, had lived with servants and designer clothing and five star hotel accommodations his entire life.

And then, as the door to the suite was shut and firmly locked, she wasn’t given the opportunity to dwell any further on the matter. Instead, her lusty, insatiable lover was pinning her up against the closest wall, ripping away his towel, pulling off his T-shirt, and pressing his fully aroused body against her own scantily clad form.

“Take this off.” He tugged at her sleeve.

Tessa complied instantly, catching the hem of her gauzy white swimsuit cover-up and pulling it over her head. She gasped as Ian deftly unfastened her yellow bikini top and tossed it aside, his big hands taking possession of her full, round breasts.

“You were a very naughty girl out there by the pool,” he murmured close to her ear. His teeth nipped at her earlobe while he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed her breasts roughly as his mouth pressed hot, arousing kisses along the side of her neck. “Tempting me with the sight of these gorgeous tits right before telling me you wanted to give me control over you tonight.” His hand slid around to cup her buttocks, holding her still as he ground his rock hard cock against her cleft.

Tessa groaned, already tremendously aroused. “I - I wanted to make sure you knew - ah, God, that’s sooo good - how much you mean to me, Ian, how much -”

“I do know, love.” Ian bent his head, his tongue circling her nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Her eyes closed, her head falling back against the wall in ecstasy as he continued to stimulate her very sensitive breasts. She clutched his head to her, threading her fingers through the thick locks of his hair that were still damp from his swim. God, he was so good at this, she thought wildly, so incredibly skilled in the art of arousal.

Her eyes flew open in surprise as Ian sunk to his knees, tugging the bikini bottoms off, and then promptly burying his face between her thighs.

“Oh, God,” she breathed unevenly, her hands tangling in his hair again as he ran his tongue along the most folds of her inner labia before plunging deep inside her creamy wet slit. He lavished attention on her - licking, sucking, nibbling - using his lips, tongue, teeth, fingers, to stimulate and excite her, unselfishly seeing to her pleasure and making sure that he brought her to an exquisite, consuming climax.

“Mmm.”

She moaned rapturously as he stood and claimed her mouth in a deep kiss, tasting her own musky flavor on his lips and tongue. Her arms felt weightless as they twined about his neck, and she made a sound of pleasure as the erect, highly stimulated tips of her breasts rubbed against the hot skin of his bare chest. He was grasping her by the hips, holding her in place as he rubbed his erection against the cleft of her thighs, in a place where she was still quivering from his earlier ministrations. But as she slid a hand down his chest and attempted to delve beneath the waistband of his swim trunks, he clamped his fingers firmly around her wrist, halting her progress.

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