Chapter 13 #2
“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.
“Heaven help me,” she groaned. “I’m goin’ to sleep. I’m not sure I want you to kiss me, knowin’ where your mouth has been,” she added, crawling into bed.
Sean laughed.
“I’ll brush my teeth. Wait for me.”
She didn’t.
* * *
Sean smiled when he crawled in next to her.
She was sprawled sideways across the bed, and he gently moved her over and covered her up.
Despite her complaints and wails of embarrassment, she responded beautifully every time he touched her.
His adorable bride was not only funny and witty, but touchingly innocent in the ways of the world.
He’d have to take good care of her, protect her and devote his all to making their marriage strong.
Looking at her sweet face, her glorious hair spread across the pillow, he realized there would be times it would be difficult to be firm with her. She made him laugh and a laughing man was not very effective when he was trying to get his point across.
He’d already found a house for them. In fact, he’d put in a purchase offer, something she would not take kindly to if she didn’t care for it, but he could not let the huge Victorian home go to auction.
Structurally it was sound. He’d inspected it himself, but it needed a lot of work to make it the home it should be. Maeve wasn’t afraid of hard work and neither was he. Together they would be able to tackle the job.
It would take months, maybe years if he was realistic, but it would be worth it in the end.
On the large corner lot, the sloping lawns needed tending, but there were six bedrooms and Sean hoped to fill them all in time.
It would have to be a labor of love restoring the original mahogany woodwork and hardwood floors.
There would be wallpapering and painting, and new railing for the wrap around veranda, but he could picture them sitting on a porch swing watching their grandchildren at play.
Many of the fixtures were old, but the huge chandeliers could glow once again.
The curved stairway to the second floor could shine with new varnish and the attic was big enough they could add more bedrooms to the third floor if need be.
He especially loved the huge claw foot bathtub and had even climbed into it to see if his large frame would fit.
Tomorrow they would be heading across the Atlantic.
From New York City, they would go upstate by train to the modest city that co-existed with the air base he would be working at.
It was there their new life would begin.
He wanted to give his wife a life of prosperity, happiness and love.
He hoped she would not be too angry with him for choosing their home without her.
Sean hoped she would love the house as much as he did; he prayed she would love it as he dropped off to sleep.