“None but one, yours,” she snapped back.
“Aye, and ’tis a good thing,” he replied. “Therefore, you have nothin’ to compare it to.”
“That is true,” she said thoughtfully. “Perhaps compared to other men yours is small and of no consequence. Perhaps I’ve made a good bargain.”
Sean roared with laughter until tears ran down his cheeks. Grasping the back of her head, he pulled her in for a hard kiss.
“Here have a strawberry,” he commanded, picking one up and holding it to her mouth. “I’ve a mind to taste it on your lips.”
Maeve took a bite, the sweet juice bursting out. She tried to lick it away, but he beat her to it, kissing her deeply and savoring the taste.
“Do you know how many times I longed to grab you and kiss you when you used to wear that strawberry lipstick to school?” he asked when he let her come up for air.
“No, how many?” she whispered.
“Hundreds, thousands,” he replied, holding another succulent berry to her mouth.
She hesitated but for a moment before taking another bite. He devoured her mouth again, kissing her until he felt her melt onto his lap. Reaching over, he dropped a few berries into the ice and water holding the champagne bottle.
Maeve lay back against his arm now, looking up at him with wide eyes. Slowly, he reached for the ribbon that held the front of her robe together and tugged. It came apart easily, and he spread the delicate material exposing the nearly transparent gown beneath. The neckline was so low he easily brushed it open, exposing her breasts. Maeve gasped and jumped a bit.
“Relax, my love,” he cooed gently. “You like this, you know you do. Remember that night in my flat? You insisted you wanted more, in fact, you were quite wicked about it and almost earned a second spankin’ if you recall.”
“I recall,” she panted.
“Then be still,” he ordered quietly. Reaching into the ice bucket, he plucked out a berry.
Maeve automatically opened her mouth but he took a bite instead, smiling at her frown.
“My turn,” he stated, rubbing the lush berry across her nipple. He watched it pucker instantly, whether from the cold or the shock he couldn’t be sure, but she squealed.
“’Tis cold!”
Lifting her easily with his strong arm, he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. At first, he just laved it with his warm tongue. Then he suckled, drawing hard as she moaned in response.
“Heavens,” she sighed weakly, arching against his eager mouth.
“See, you should listen to your husband,” he scolded as he rolled her slightly in his arms and attended to her other breast in the same fashion.
“Sorry,” she whimpered.
“Aye, you should be,” he admonished, settling his huge hand on her tummy as he continued to nurse at her breasts until her nipples were long and red. Purposely, he cupped her core firmly through her gown before slipping his hand beneath it. To his delight, he found her wet and warm. His fingers divided her lower lips and his middle one settled on her clit and began to rub back and forth.
Maeve nearly bolted upright before groaning and laying back over his arm as her hips lifted to his touch.
“How is this not a sin, O’Malley?” she panted out weakly. “Every good Catholic knows if it feels too good, it must be a sin.”
“Yesterday it t’would have been a sin, darlin’. Today we have the blessin’ of the church,” he answered, inching his hand lower. She was still intact he discovered easily as he slid a thick finger inside her. Not that he’d doubted her faithfulness, but after the night he found her behind the school, well she’d been known to take foolish risks in the past. Not anymore though, he assured himself. From now on, she would answer to him.
Sean tested the strength of her barrier and could not fail to hear her moan of concern. It didn’t appear to be terribly thick or hearty, and he could breach it easily, although she would experience some pain. His dilemma now was when.
Maeve was not far from climaxing if her sighs, whimpers and lifting hips were any indication. Should he keep her on edge until he’d taken her fully and then allow her to climax while he was buried inside her? Would the pain of his possession spoil it for her? He wasn’t sure. If he brought her to orgasm now, before he took her, would she be uninterested in completing the act to his satisfaction?
Nothing was certain at this point beyond the fact that Maeve was going to climax at any moment if he did not stop rubbing her. Removing his hand, he ignored her protest and rose with her in his arms. Swiftly, he crossed to the bed and stood her trembling body on her feet, slid both her gown and her robe from her shoulders, leaving them to pool around her ankles, and pulled the bed clothes down.
Yanking her close, he ignored her complaints and kissed her until she sagged in his arms. Then with a gentle push, he sent her tumbling into the middle of the bed and followed her down, inserting his big body between her splayed thighs.
“Listen to me, my darlin’ girl,” he breathed against her lips. “I need you to trust me. Trust that I love you, trust that I’ll please you and trust that I will never do anythin’ to truly hurt you,” he pleaded. While he spoke, his elongated cock was nestled snuggly between her legs pressing against her swollen button. Each time he moved, she met him with a lift of her hips.
