Who gave a fuck what the card was? Not him. Not now.
‘King of Hearts,’ she said. ‘It’s like a sign.’
‘A sign of what exactly?’ Sean placed a card on top of Cherry’s. The Queen of Hearts.
‘Isn’t that funny?’ she said. ‘The queen on top of her king.’
‘Aye, isn’t it just?’
‘Jeans, Butler. Unbutton. No need to take them off fully.’
Holy crap. Sean reached for the buttons at his straining crotch. It would be nothing but a relief to get these loosened.
Cherry caught the softness of her mouth between her teeth, lids heavy like a drunken butterfly, as she watched him, his arousal more than obvious through his underwear.
She moaned.
‘Jesus. You turned on, Paradise? Turned on watching your husband turned on for you?’
A biting down and a shudder-sigh. Yes, then.
‘As it should be.’ Moving to her side of the barrel, he rested his hands on her hips from behind, dipping his mouth to the soft skin of her neck. He breathed her in – the potent floral scent like opium. Coasting upwards, he kissed softly under her ear.
Another moan stirred the air.
Hands braced on her hips, he brought her round to him, hoisted her onto the barrel, reaching for her breast.
This time there was no protest, only a whimper.
Sean slid the pad of his thumb over the tip of Cherry’s nipple, palming the other. So soft, so generous, so firm.
So his.
Plunging down, he sucked hard. Cherry’s tits were heaven. He could feast on them all day. He palmed her other breast. A firm, bountiful handful, made for him.
‘Oh, Seany.’ She grasped at strands of his hair, tugged as he swiped his tongue across the peak of her nipple, more blood rushing to his cock. He tightened the other between his thumb and forefinger, testing how far he could take it.
Quite far, it seemed.
‘Mmm, harder, Seany. That’s so good.’
She was going to have to stop calling him Seany, or he would shoot his load.
As if he was going to tell her to stop.
Breast still in his grasp, Sean dropped his mouth to Cherry’s. Kissing his wife at last. Devouring his wife. Possessing his wife. Their tongues hot and desperate together.
‘I need you so much, Cher. I really fucking need you.’
‘Take me.’
Jesus!Was this an offer to fuck her on this barrel? Seeing himself plunging in and out of his wife on the result of hours of his own labour would be nothing short of spectacular.
Sean flicked open the button of her jeans and unzipped them, a triangle of black lace visible now, hard to define in the dim light what was beneath it.
He reached for the waist of the jeans.
Like she knew what was coming, she toed off her Converse.
