She was soaked inside and out.
Sean’s hand dropped to her thigh and then slipped beneath her skirt. In one swift motion, he hoisted the fabric up around her waist and yanked down his board shorts. Gripping the underside of her thighs, he lifted her off the ground with a low grunt, and she wrapped her legs instinctively around him.
Pressing her higher against the wall, he anchored her with his hips. One hand moved between her legs, sliding her panties aside before he slid two fingers inside her, testing to see if she was ready.
Cherry gasped, head tipping back. Oh, she was ready.
Lifting those fingers, she drew them into her mouth, meeting Sean’s challenging gaze. She knew what he was saying; he didn’t need to say it.
‘You want to leave the man who makes you this wet in seconds? Who soaks you through by standing looking at you?Go on then, I dare you.’
Cherry sucked his fingers, and Sean absorbed every moment, his expression fascinated, satisfied, pained.
Then, barrelling his hips to hers, eyes never deviating from her own, he thrust upward.
Giving her everything.
Every inch of him.
So fierce. So dominant. So fucking incredible.
Cherry slung her arms around his shoulders, steadying herself on the man whom she needed more than anything in the world.
The rhythm Sean found was almost possessed, every drive into her pushing out his need, his effort, his aching for her. A confused tangle of lust and something that felt to Cherry so potently like love it couldn’t be anything but.
‘Fuck, Cherry.’ He snapped against the soft skin of herbackside as he took her, eyes near feral. ‘Can you live without this? Can you?’
He must know the answer. She shook her head and tried to speak, but words failed to come. Sean hardened to steel inside her as arousal carved itself on his face.
He ground in deeper, primal need possessing him with a tortured sound that coiled up need in Cherry. She loved hearing him so turned on for her. Clenching him tighter inside, she sank her nails into his skin. Sean’s intense expression of pleasure and pain pinned to hers, she dug firmer and watched the remainder of his composure fracture.
His eyes fell to the place where they met.
She looked, too. Whimpered.
‘Cher.’ Sean ground into her, growled in low broken breaths. ‘Look at us together; we’re made for each other.’
She grabbed the back of his head –the hair there damp from the sea and sticky from the salt water – and pulled his face back to her. ‘I love you, Seany. Come in me. I want to feel it so much.’
And with those words, she’d hit the mark.
A guttural sound, raw and rough, broke from Sean. His breathing altered – sharper, tighter – and with one last chance to show her how he could fuck her better than any other man, he slammed up inside her. Then once more. And again, before his body quaked and his release came shattering out of him, ragged, hot and primitive.
The animalistic roar of Sean coming sparked a primal flame in Cherry. With barely any warning, her climax hit her hard, relentless, desperate, nails clawing at his salty skin, her heated cries ravaging the space between them. My God, she was never letting go of the man who could fuck her like this. Never, never, never.
Her man.
Her love.
Her everything.
As Cherry’s breathing settled, she found Sean watching her, eyes glazed but attentive, absorbing every movement on her face. Nothing but bare, unshielded love in them.
Maybe he would tell her how he felt. That would make this perfect.
But he didn’t say anything.
Instead, silently, he lowered her to the ground, his release slipping down her leg. He leaned forward, boxing her in on either side, palms against the wall. Kissed her softly on the cheek, holding there a moment, tender and safe. She hoped he might whisper something in her ear, but he pulled back, walked to the kitchen island and returned with a warm wet towel.
