Maeve reached up to cup his face and looked into his eyes. He could not fail to notice the need and desperation in her gaze for it matched his own.
“You listen to me, O’Malley,” she breathed against his mouth, her lips brushing his lightly. “I hope you’re as good with the endin’ as you’ve been with the beginnin’.”
Sean chuckled and kissed her. Then he freed his cock from his loose fitting sleep pants and prepared to do his husbandly duty. Using one forearm to hold himself up, he gripped his cockand slid it along her crease, extremely thankful she was so warm and slippery. Lining it up with her opening, he eased just the head in and released it.
“I love you, Maeve,” he ground out. Using both hands now to hold her in place, he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly as he thrust forward with his hips. Expecting a piercing scream, he relaxed when she let out a small, sharp, yelp of pain. Carefully, he eased deeper until he felt her pubic hair tickling his skin.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, he moved up and looked into her accusing eyes. “Lass, are you all right?” he asked softly.
“Aye,” she replied, almost glaring at him.
Sean smiled and began to rock against her, not really thrusting, but grinding a bit despite his best efforts to give her time to adjust.
“Aye,” she sighed again before she whimpered and clutched his shoulders.
He felt her tighten around his length, felt her begin to lift her hips to increase the pressure and that was enough for him. She was close. He could hear it in her repeated gasps of surprised delight. Slowly, he began to really move. Each time he withdrew a bit, she clutched him tighter. Soon her small feet were wrapped around his waist as her hands urged him on.
Leaning on his forearms, he released her hips and cupped her head. His mouth lowered to her neck, breathing in her scent before his lips fastened on the curve of her neck and he began to nibble and suck.
“Oh, darlin’,” he groaned. “This is so wonderful. I knew it would be.”
“Sean, are you holdin’ back?” she asked in a ragged whisper.
“Aye, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Give me what you promised,” she insisted. “You said I would not know where I ended and you began. Take me like that, Sean,” she pleaded.
His body answered her. Firm, hard thrusts took her over the edge in seconds, and she surprised him by screaming for another and another. He complied until her most violent contractions grasped him and sent him falling after her. She smiled into his eyes as he came, filling her again and again with his warm offering. He could barely breathe when he eased off her and lay on his side facing her.
“You, lass, are a greedy woman,” he admonished with a grin as he traced her nipple before plucking it gently.
“If I am ’tis because you’ve made me so with all your promises,” she sassed, turning to face him. “Are you disappointed, Sean? Am I a brazen hussy?” she asked, laying her hand on his chest.
Sean clasped her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it.
“Darlin’, you’re everythin’ I dreamed you’d be, everythin’ I hoped for. No, you could never disappoint me. ’Tis proud I am to call you my wife.”
“Good,” Maeve said with a satisfied yawn. “Now get into the other bed. You’re crowdin’ me, and I won’t be able to sleep.”
“Who said anythin’ about sleepin’?” he asked, rolling her over and snagging her flush against him with an arm around her waist.
“Hey.”
“Did you imagine that was all there is?” he teased as he nibbled the back of her neck.
“Aye, what more could there be? We both…you know…so?—”
“Oh, you foolish woman,” he scolded, pressing his still hard cock against her backside and cupping her breast.
Chapter Thirteen
He took her several times during the night, and each time, she responded to him as though they’d been lovers all of their lives. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning he did move to the other bed, happily exhausted. Around ten o’clock, he awoke to some pretty substantial Irish cussing coming from the bathroom. Naked, he padded across the rug.
Sean was stunned to see his bride washing the sheet in the bathtub on her hands and knees.
“What in the name of all that’s holy are you doin’?’ he demanded, planting his hands on his hips.
Maeve glanced at him over her shoulder, eyed his body with a look of poorly concealed lust and turned back to the tub.
