Throwing an arm over her eyes, she held still, determined to show him he was wrong. She wouldn’t like it. How could she when it was so humiliating? Then she felt the first lap of his tongue against the place that brought her all the pleasure.
Holy hell he was a devil,she thought.
Soon he was feasting on her. The noises were disgusting but the sensations incredible. She imagined her mind was like Mrs. Riley’s jelly, a glutinous mass incapable of thought. It was even worse when she realized that a great deal of the noise was coming from her.
Sean licked, nibbled and continued to torment her as she unraveled. When his lips fastened on her and he slid his finger inside her, she screamed, panicked and tried to move away. He pulled her back swiftly and resumed, moving his finger in and out in an imitation of the actual act.
Somehow, of their own volition her hands sank into his hair, holding his mouth to her as she shattered. Later she realizedshe had, in fact, pleaded for mercy, but he’d shown her none. Instead, he gave her but a moment before he continued until she’d skimmed along from orgasm to orgasm, each one growing stronger, each one making her cry out his name until she was hoarse.
He wasn’t satisfied until she was sprawled on the bed as limp as a noodle and just as mindless. Sean rolled her over, shoved her gown higher and lifted her bottom as he crawled onto the bed behind her. In seconds, he was inside her, his cock taking up every available millimeter of space.
“Now, tell me you didn’t like it?” he breathed against her neck as he leaned over her and pushed deep.
“I didn’t like it,” she rasped out in weak defiance.
Straightening, he growled and slapped her bottom, first one cheek then the other.
“To lie at this point, when they’ve probably heard you three doors down ’tis the height of stupidity,” he growled, smacking her again.
“Ow, ow, ow, can we speak of this when I’m sane?” she begged. Goodness he had a hard hand.
“Aye,” he laughed, “but I fear t’will be a long wait. And do not lie to me again,” he continued with an entirely different tone of voice.
He spanked her several more times until she was wiggling to get away, then he grasped her hips and began to move deeply in and out of her. Suddenly, the pain of his discipline no longer mattered. Nothing mattered. Only his hands kept her pinned to the earth.
Sean took her with purpose, each thrust drawing a cry from her. Her gown clung to her. She met him thrust for thrust, ignoring the slight discomfort when he pulled her tightly against him.
Despite the pleasure she could not get there, could not reach that glorious peak. He picked up speed. He was so very hard inside her, so powerful she wondered if she’d survive. Finally, when she knew he was close to coming undone she began to plead, much to her mortification.
“Please, O’Malley, please,” she sobbed.
Sean slowed. She could hear his ragged breathing. She felt him shudder. He reached his long arm around her hip and settled his fingers over her cleft, gripping tightly, holding her even closer to him and began to grind against her stinging bottom.
Maeve couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, all she could do was accept what he gave her. Take it and be grateful; her husband knew what he was about as her body gave way and arched onto his. It was almost violent the way her inner core grasped him, tightening and squeezing his cock as though it never wanted to let him go.
She screamed out, babbling, and he pushed her head to the mattress, removed his hand and rode her, hard. It was some consolation when Sean cried out too, almost growling with his release. Even that felt wonderful as he bathed her with warmth.
They separated, he on one side, she on the other as they gasped and panted. Maeve was ready to go to sleep exactly where she was until he rolled over, rubbed her sore cheeks and kissed her bottom.
She took a half-hearted swing at him behind her and missed.
“Don’t listen to your ma, lass,” he sighed as he kissed her other cheek, “pink looks lovely on you.”
All was quiet for a bit. Maeve’s heart rate returned to normal and she stretched languidly.
Suddenly, Sean leaped from the bed and began to pace the room. “What is it?” she asked sleepily.
“I just had a horrible thought,” he said as he paced naked beside the bed. “What if my son was conceived in this ghastly pink room?”
Maeve began to laugh, merry sounds that continued till she got the hiccups.
“Now that t’would be a right and proper retribution for all the wicked thin’s you’ve done to me in this room.” Still giggling, she got up to get a drink of water. “I fear you’re goin’ to hell, O’Malley, and likely takin’ me with you.”
“Maeve, ’tis my belief that anythin’ a man and wife do in the privacy of their bedroom that give them pleasure is fine in the eyes of God.”
“Is that so?” she asked. “Tell me, Sean. Was tonight the end of my education?”
“Not in the least,” he replied, grinning.
