And my God, it was so good.
So fucking good. Everything he did with that part of his body drove her wild. From his kisses, to his jokes, to his sincere sentiments, to this. Thank God the house was isolated from neighbours because the sounds of nature, the chirruping of the birds and the cool rush of the sea couldn’t compete with the noises she was about to make.
Taking her nipple between his teeth, ever so gently, Sean bit. Cherry stifled the moans battling to escape her throat. A force of habit, perhaps, but her husband was here to remind her to let go.
‘Don’t fight it, Paradise. No one is here. Only the birds.’ He switched to the other breast, propping himself up on one of those gorgeous, swollen biceps inked with stories of his soul, his depths, his feelings.
Cherry’s fingers roved over the sculpted planes of his back, sliding across the hot, damp skin. Raising her hips, she spread her legs to let Sean settle, hot and hard, against the thin barrier of her shorts.
‘Fuck, Cherry. Fucking you might end me.’
Intoxicated by his arousal, she tilted her hips again and saw the masculine drive teetering on the edge of a crash. The pulsing in his throat as he fought for control. The flex and tense of his jaw. All the strength he was battling to hold onto. It only tightened the hold he had on her. By simplybeing himself and falling apart in front of her, he made her lose herself to him.
‘God, Cherry. I need you. I need you. I need to see you. Show me,’ Sean babbled but ended on a rough growl as he sat back and tugged at her shorts and white knickers, slid them over her hips and ankles.
Tipping her knees apart, he drew in air. ‘Fuck me… Look at you… You’re a goddess.’ In a beat, he dropped between her legs, licking and lapping feverishly at her soaking core, sucking her clit, winding his tongue through her swollen, aching folds, drinking her in like he might never get the chance again.
‘Cherry. Oh, Cherry,’ he groaned. ‘Say this pussy is mine.’
‘It’s yours, Sean. I’m yours.’ Oh, the rush at being able to tell him that, at last. Catching him checking she was serious, she nodded assent, because this was about so much more than one part of her body. This was about being his wife.
He spread her apart, buried his face in her. ‘I could die here.’
‘Stop talking about dying and suck my clit.’ Cherry’s nerve endings were burning up, flames licking through her as her husband stoked the fire with his tongue. They were right when they said Sean did nothing by halves. God, she’d lucked out when she’d met him. Whatever else went wrong in her life, he was the universe’s gift for all the trouble it had caused.
And he was wholly ruining her.
Entirely destroying her.
Wrecking her for the rest of her days.
And if being wrecked felt as good as this, Cherry would gladly be eviscerated by Sean. She was soaking. Molten arousal, dripping heat. He drank in every last moment,stubble rasping over her skin as he planted kisses on the inside of her thighs, across her stomach, travelling back to her mouth.
‘Taste your pussy, Cherry. Taste it with me.’ The glaze of his eyes revealed how far gone he was. And fuck, if she wasn’t falling off a cliff for him. This man sent her spiralling. Everything about him – the way he gave, the way he took, his laughter, his candour, his passion, his drive, his tongue, his hands, hot and deserving, but worshipping only her.
Fuck, she loved him. She really did. It was impossible not to.
And wherever he was now, whatever place he was travelling in, finding and losing himself between her thighs, she only loved him more for it.
‘Fuck, Sean, if I’d known… Oh!’ Cherry grasped for sheets but found only grass.
A hot tongue circled her clit, and she bucked up. ‘Known what?’
‘If I’d known how good this would be, I would have let you fuck me weeks ago.’
‘I’ve not even fucked you yet. This is nothing.’ Sean returned to his place of worship, giving all the saints and sinners a run for their money.
Cherry palmed her breasts, sunshine torrid on her skin, nipples hard even in the afternoon sun, tension looping and swirling like sand martins above. Suddenly, she needed nothing more urgently than Sean. Until now, she’d held him at arm’s length, but at this second, the need for her husband inside her was ravaging her.
‘Sean, I…’ She tried to inch away from him so as not to come.
‘What? What is it?’ Worry flashed overhis face.
‘I want you inside me. I need to feel it so, so much.’
Palms confident on her hips, Sean pulled her back down. ‘We’ll get to that – soon. Don’t be so desperate, Paradise.’
‘You what?’ She lifted her head and saw the familiar Sean, bold and winking. Fuck. Trust him to turn this back around with his trademark cheek.
