Ian groaned. “It’s fucking heaven to be inside of you again, love. The absolute best feeling in the world.”

“Yes, yes,” she cried, as he began to move faster, more forcefully. He unhooked her legs from around his waist and spread them wide, bending her knees up towards her shoulders. He rose to his knees, the position allowing him to thrust even more deeply inside of her. With each hard thrust, it felt like the head of his penis was butting up against her womb, and she whimpered with that particular sensation of half pain, half pleasure that he was such a master at calling forth from her body.

Her body already primed from the two orgasms he’d given her, Tessa came long and hard, this time with his cock constantly rubbing against that super sensitive spot deep inside her. She was dimly aware of the tears that dampened her cheeks, the depth of emotion he was able to wring out of her almost too much to take at times like this. And when she stopped seeing stars after a time, she realize that he hadn’t come yet, that he was still moving inside of her pliant body with slow, deliberate thrusts.

“Why are you holding back?” she whispered.

He groaned, his head falling back as she trailed her fingers up his chest where his skin was drenched with sweat. “Feels so good, love. I don’t want this to end. I missed this, too.”

Tessa gasped as he deftly switched their positions, pulling her on top of him while he reclined against the pillows, their sweat-slicked bodies remaining co-joined the entire time. Ian’s hands gripped her hips as she found the rhythm he wanted.

His thumb brushed over the swollen nub of her clit. “Want to make you come again,” he rasped. “Over and over, until we both lose count.”

“No.” She shook her head, the last remaining strands of her hair still contained in a messy bun tumbling down her back. “Don’t hold back. Please. I need you wild, want to see you lose control. Like this.”

She ignored his attempts to slow her down as she began to buck frantically back and forth, riding him hard. She leaned forward until her breasts brushed his chest, her nipples raking over his hot skin. He gasped as she ran her tongue over his mouth, her teeth tugging on his lower lip.

And then, before he could stop her, she slipped a hand to where their bodies were joined and began to gently stimulate his prostate gland, in the exact way she knew would drive him over the edge.

He came instantly, cursing loudly as his back bowed off the mattress again and again, and she could feel the hot, sticky bursts of his cum flooding her pussy. Almost violently, Ian pulled her head down to his, kissing her savagely as he continued to empty himself into her warm, tight body.

Tessa collapsed on his chest when he was finally replete, his arms and legs splayed out limply. She could feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her cheek, and caressed his arms and shoulders soothingly.

When he was finally able to speak, his voice was hoarse and the words came out slowly. “The next time you use that little trick, give me some warning, eh? One of these times I might not survive the experience.”

She laughed softly, sliding off his body to curl up trustingly against his side. “Maybe instead of that oxygen tank you mentioned we ought to keep a defibrillator handy. Or,” she added teasingly, dropping a series of quick, sweet kisses on his mouth, “I could just learn mouth to mouth resuscitation.”

His chest rumbled with laughter. “I think all three are excellent precautions.” One big hand slid down her spine to cup her ass. “But I hope you realize that this only adds to the total number of orgasms I still owe you.”

“What?” She gave him a puzzled little frown.

Ian grinned wickedly. “Well, considering this last one was really like five regular orgasms combined, by my totals I now owe you at least ten.”

She shook her head. “Impossible. Because according to my much more accurate calculations, it’s an even dozen.”

“Well, then,” he murmured in amusement as his lips began to trail down between her breasts to her belly. “I’d better get busy, don’t you agree?”

Tessa’s laughs soon turned to moans as his head disappeared between her thighs. “I, ah, think that’s an excellent idea.”

***

Jason Baldwin was not a happy man these days, and hadn’t been for quite some time now. He hated - positively hated - his current job as the manager of the hotel in Silicon Valley. In addition to the nerve-wracking, time consuming commute he had to endure in both directions of the drive, he considered the position far beneath what should have been his much more elevated status in the company. Plus, he had little patience when it came to dealing with hotel guests - smoothing over complaints or problems someone had if they didn’t care for their particular room; schmoozing with high-profile guests and clients and pandering to their already oversized egos; handling the various personnel problems that cropped up far too often for his liking; and having to answer on a regular basis to the regional office on one matter or another - and to a manager who had up until recently been a subordinate of his.

And his miserable situation at work wasn’t helped even one bit by Charlotte’s almost constant whining as of late. She seemed to be checking up on him far more than she ever had in the past - frequent phone calls and texts, wanting to know exactly what time he’d be home from the office; packing their weekends full of events and activities so that he rarely had a free moment to himself.

Their three children were all of school age now, and more than a handful, especially their youngest, Aidan, who was always getting into one scrape or another. He reminded Jason of himself at that age, and he had no more patience with his son than his parents had had with him.

All of the many and varied demands on his schedule meant he had very few hours in the day to indulge in what he referred to as “recreational time”. Jason had always been a man of rather insatiable sexual appetites, dating back as far as his early teens, and he was also known to like more than his fair share of kink. He’d known from the day she’d happily agreed to marry him that Charlotte couldn’t even begin to satisfy either need. In fact, she was a bit of a prude when it came to the bedroom, and more often than not these days she’d claim fatigue or stress from dealing with the children all day as a way to cop out of sex. And Charlotte would have been shocked to the tips of her very proper Ferragmo pumps to fully realize many of the more, er, unconventional things he enjoyed in the bedroom.