Chapter 12 #2
“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.
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 cock and 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.