‘Ugh.’ She squeezed his shoulder, firm but playful. ‘So rude.’
‘Aye, rude but good.’ He swiped his tongue again, reaching up and grasping her nipple at the same time. Branding every bit of her he touched.
‘Oh!’ Cherry’s head tipped back. ‘So good. So… Oh, Sean. Fuck! Please!’ How had she ever held back from this? And more to the point, why? This man was everything. Every instinct in her body had told her that when she met him.
‘That’s it, Cher. Grind into me. Show me how much you love your husband sucking you.’
And he was right. That was it. Holding back was over. Done. He had her now. Cherry was barely aware of Sean’s palms gripping her hips as her whole body came swooping and soaring, and she ground and rocked and fractured into a million pieces with him right there drinking it all in with a savage groan.
Moments later, there was nothing but warmth coursing through Cherry. From the sun, from the orgasm she’d just had and from her gorgeous husband smiling up at her.
‘How’s life in paradise?’ he asked.
‘Come find out.’ She ran a finger from between her legs up to his mouth.
‘You sure?’ How the hell was he still managing manners?
‘Of course.’ She reached for him, but her arms weren’t long enough, so Sean did the work, flicking down his zipper.
‘You wouldn’t rather do this in bed?’ he asked. ‘Might be more comfortable.’
‘I didn’t spend hours mowing this lawn not to be fucked by my husband on it.’
‘I’m so glad you had an ulterior motive.’ Sean rolled his jeans over his ankles, underwear following in hot pursuit.
And then he was there, in all his glory. Long, thick and perfect.
My beautiful Scotsman.
‘Cher, condoms. Believe it or not, I didn’t think I’d need them for Swingball, but there’s about five hundred packets in the house.’ A pained smile twisted his lips. Like he didn’t want to part from her now. She knew the feeling.
‘I’ve got a coil. And I’m clean. I want to be skin on skin with you. You?’ How she hoped he would say the same thing. That he needed that closeness, too.
‘Aye. I’m clean. I can’t promise I’m going to last long, though, especially bare.’
‘Honestly, I’m nearly gone for you.’
‘Again?’
‘Again.’
He lowered to her, firm chest pressing insistently against her breasts. Forehead to forehead they met, breath hot in the warm summer air between them.
‘Cherry.’ Sean spoke hoarsely. ‘You ready to consummate this marriage?’
Sliding her hands to the base of his spine, she felt the firm muscle there about to power everything he would give her. She had never been more ready for anything in her life.
‘God yes.’
Slowly, Sean edged the head of his cock into her.Cherry clenched around him, her body instinctively knowing this was something – someone – to hold onto.
He stopped. Teasing or taking it in? One glimpse of the strain on his face confirmed the latter.
‘I sound like a broken record, but this is going to fucking end me,’ he groaned. Not that it stopped him pushing in further.
Cherry had spent plenty of time imagining what this would be like, but nothing matched the real thing. The thickness of him stretching her, filling every inch of her, reaching parts no man ever had.
Nothing compared to being with Sean like this. Nothing. Not a million royal flushes. Because this, right here, in this hot little garden on a remote peninsula in Scotland, being joined with this huge-hearted man – the closest they could be – was like winning all the glittering poker bracelets in the world at once.
