The sight of her, lithe and frantic, giving her all for both of them, nearly ended Sean. Being inside this woman wasn’t close enough. He wanted to be everywhere with her. Every whimper, every moan, every syllable of his name falling from her lips was like a prize. He was so close to losing it, but he had to see her go there first.
And damn, when it happened, if it wasn’t the most stunning sight ever.
‘Oh fuck, Sean. Oh God!’ Cherry’s climax seized her,clench after desperate clench, her manicure daggering into his forearms, forging marks he’d treasure like temporary tattoos. Hell, he’d get tattoos over those marks.
There was nothing he wanted more than to watch every moment of his perfect wife stripped bare and coming around him. But it was impossible. She was quivering and moaning and clamping onto him, breasts rising and falling, and he was powerless to do anything except come hard, deep inside her, all the tension shooting – thick, urgent and determined – from his body at last.
‘Oh, Cherry. Fuck. I love you.’
And as her own peak abated, with him stilling inside her, Cherry threaded her fingers through his hair. ‘I love you, Sean.’
Finally, they stopped, her eyes drifting open bright and dazed, latching onto his, almost causing his heart to shudder to a standstill.
‘Oh, hey, Butler.’ Her smile was so intoxicating it should be illegal outside the bedroom.
‘Aye, hey, Paradise. Come here.’ He cradled her face. ‘I love you so much.’
‘Mmm, coming with you inside me is out of this world.’
Together, they lay down and, tentatively because of his ribs, Sean pulled her close, cherishing her small frame in his arms again. At last. He tucked her head under his collarbone and kissed her temple.
For a minute, they lay there in the silence, absorbing it all, until Cherry circled her palm as far as it went round the Celtic band on his bicep. ‘You have the best arms. I’d love for you to tattoo me there when you’re ready,’ she purred lazily.
Sean had to check. ‘Seriously?’ This was better than the roar of surf going off. She was comfortable beinginked onto his skin, to accepting that he wanted her forever.
‘Yes. You can decide what it is, but I want to be there when you get it done. I’ll bring you rationed Irn-Bru and hold your hand. Dry your tears when it gets too sore.’
Sean smiled, but he was choked with emotion. ‘That means so much, Cher.’ He breathed in the sweet floral scent of her hair. ‘You letting me love you means the fucking world. You won’t regret it. And there’s no tattoo that hurts as much as not having you around.’
Cherry dusted her hands down his chest, softly over the hollow between his ribs, south and back – drifting, exploring, adoring – as they talked and touched and laughed, at last able to focus on being together. Until the hot brushing over his skin became too much for Sean. He barely needed any recovery time with this woman.
‘You ready again? Let me show you how much I love you.’
‘I thought you’d never ask. I’ll go on top.’
‘Ha. Nice, but no. I’m taking this, Cher. No arguments. It’ll be slow but good. I promise.’
A softened, flushed Cherry hummed in ascension, rolling onto her back, and as Sean tentatively pressed his weight onto her, he considered he’d never seen her so demure. It wasn’t a taming, simply that this was different and they both knew it. This was their first night in his bed.
Their bed.
As he pushed deep into her, their eyes locked together in the golden glow of the room, he could tell by the quivering of her cupid’s bow that she was ready for him again.
‘I love seeing your face when I’m inside you.’
‘Mmm, it feels sooo good. You make me so happy, Sean.’
‘You make me very fucking happy, Cher, looking likeyou belong right here.’ He shifted his hips in one deliberate movement, sending a searing pain shooting through his ribs. This position might be untenable, but it was worth it to see her reaction.
‘I do. I… Oh God! Oh fuck, Sean. What are you doing to me? That’s incredible.’
‘Just ruining you for anyone else.’
‘There’s really no need to try. The battle’s lost and won.’
Chapter 39
Cherry
