Ian had never been one to deny Andressa something she wanted, especially when it was something only he could give her. It didn't take him long to shift his hold on her so his fingers were digging into her soft hips, the angle better as he took her at her word and thrust into her. The sound that ripped from her throat was loud and there was no doubt any of the servants around would know exactly what it was their mistress was doing on the veranda. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, clinging to him as she met him thrust for thrust. The shimmering brown locks piled on her head in the loose bun was jerked out of its holder, falling down in waves around her face as she moaned and cried out for him with each thrust.
Using her leverage of her position on the ledge she moved her hips in tandem with him, as he slammed into her, as hard and fast as she had asked. His fingers bruised the soft flesh of her hips, but she didn't care. The sounds that fell from her lips were desperate to reach that high with him, but he was hitting that other spot deep inside her with a bruising pace, rocketing her to that shining edge. Her nails dug into his shoulders, the only thing keeping her from drawing blood was the fabric of his dress shirt.
"Yes, yes, yes," she panted as Ian's lips and teeth worked along the crook of her neck. As he bit her a little harder then normal, the sharp pain, threw her over the edge and her head flung back, a scream of pleasure torn from her throat that might have had his name in there somewhere as she shivered and quivered around him. Her hands clutched at him as her body tightened around him. As his own orgasm hit him right after, she came back to her senses slowly leaning against him, their foreheads resting together as their panting breathing came back to normal. Red lips pressed against his briefly and she whispered softly, "So that's why I missed you, Ian."
Her body still tingling down to her toes, a soft noise slipped out of her lips as he gently slipped from her. A soft laugh came from her, as she looked and saw that somehow they had managed to not disturb their wine glasses so nearby. With one arm still around his neck, she reached for her crystal glass and lifted it non nonchalantly to her lips, holding his eyes as she did.