God, he was beautiful. No one could make her melt or laugh, or come until she was hoarse calling his name, like Sean could. ‘That’s not on there, and you know it.’
‘I know. Is having an orgasm while a Scotsman tells you how much he loves you?’
‘It should be.’
‘Well, let’s go upstairs, Mrs Butler, and check that item off right now.’
Chapter 38
Sean
‘Is this real?’ Cherry whispered against Sean’s neck in his bedroom. ‘Am I naked in your room, with you?’
‘Aye, you are.’
‘Aren’t you tired after your fall?’
‘Listen, woman, I’ve got lightly bruised ribs, but this ain’t no care home. Do I seem tired to you?’ He raised his eyebrows and then dipped his chin downwards. Cherry followed its path to where he looked very awake.
‘Just checking, but I think you should have a rest.’
‘I don’t need a rest.’
‘Not that kind of rest.’ Her voice dropped a semitone. ‘The kind where you let me do the work.’ Without waiting for him to take his orders, Cherry hooked her fingers into the waistband of Sean’s jogging bottoms and eased them down. He sprang free, hard and ready. It was sweet relief, even in loose clothing.
‘Oh, this will always take breath away.’ Cherry wasted no time curving her hands around his girth and working him as he stepped out of the trousers. ‘You’re perfect.’
‘Jesus, Cherry.’ He almost fell over. Those hands ofhers. How did she know exactly how to touch him? Exactly how he liked it?
‘Sit on the bed.’ Soft palm insistent on his pecs, Cherry encouraged Sean back towards the pillows, where she crawled up towards him from the foot of the mattress, before straddling his lap. Draping her arms around him, she found her north.
It was him. And he was hers.
As Cherry lowered herself onto his erection, Sean took the soft olive skin of her cheeks in his hands, hardly believing they were here, traced his thumb back and forth, affirming this wasn’t a dream. For a man rarely short of things to say, he was speechless.
With his palms on her backside, bolstering her rhythm, Cherry found a cadence, moans soft like whipped cotton. The bruised ribs had done him a favour because this intimacy – being wrapped together with her, inside her in this way – was mind-blowing.
It occurred to Sean he should be on top, showing his wife how he could love her, but his ribs were protesting, and something told him she wanted it this way. Truthfully, he did too. He’d never made love to a woman before. Until Cherry.
With one confident hand steadying the dip of her back, the other drifted to her clit, thumb circling softly. The smallest gesture, a fragment of the power he used in the muscular graft of coopering, but it was enough.
‘Oh God, Sean. Never stop doing that. My pussy fucking loves you.’
Sean groaned hard. Talk like that fired him up, and she knew it. He grasped her breast, tweaked the nipple tight, the way she liked, and listened as she moaned in synch with his touch.
Grasping his shoulders, she slid, tight and snug, up and down his cock, the soft breasts of his dreams within sucking distance, her adoring smile leaving his self-control in shreds. For years, the one thing Sean wanted more than anything was a woman to share every liveable moment with. And now here she was, riding him like a spirited goddess who was in love with every bone in his body. He would never get enough of this.
Letting Cherry take the rhythm alone, Sean tangled up a fistful of her dark golden hair and brought their mouths together. His kiss was a little rough but fuelled with so powerful a love that he could barely breathe.
‘Cherry, sweetheart… My wife.’
‘Seany.’ She brought her hand to his. ‘Love of my life.’
The words were everything. She was stunning, the apricot glow of the lamp accentuating her curves as she met his somewhat tempered thrusts. Wild, loving, fantastical. The golden strands of her hair shimmered like the moon that glowed over them. He coasted his hands over the sublime curve of her hips. Held them there as she lifted and dropped onto his cock, moaning freely.
‘That’s it. Ride me, Cherry. Let that beautiful, wet pussy take everything it needs. You’re close; I know it.’
‘I am, I am. Oh God, Sean.’
