Chapter 23 Cherry
Cherry
The sun burned overhead, but her husband burned hotter. His heavy, half-naked weight pressed down on Cherry, grass pricking her skin. She arched up to meet him, the air thick with the scent of oak and sweat and raw man, waiting to claim her.
He already had. The moment they met.
But this now was sealing the marriage contract.
Letting him ink his signature all over her.
It was impossible to deny it any longer.
To deny herself. To deny him. She needed the man she had chosen to be her forever.
The man wearing the solid gold ring that was glinting in the sun with his commitment to her.
She needed him to put his mark on her, sear that promise onto her skin.
Needed the rough, possessive hand that was sliding up under the hem of her top and inside her bra, taking her nipple between his fingers and squeezing.
Holding it there. Pressing a little firmer. Owning her a little more.
‘Oh God, Sean.’
‘This is fucking incredible, Cher. If I die now, I’ll die a happy man.’
‘Don’t you dare die.’ The words came out a trembling command. She couldn’t lose him now, not on this monumental precipice.
‘No chance.’ Sean yanked up her top, pulled her bra down from both breasts and took one in his palm, the nipple of the other in his mouth. Sucked hard.
And my God, it was so good.
So fucking good. Everything he did with that part of his body drove her wild.
From his kisses, to his jokes, to his sincere sentiments, to this.
Thank God the house was isolated from neighbours because the sounds of nature, the chirruping of the birds and the cool rush of the sea couldn’t compete with the noises she was about to make.
Taking her nipple between his teeth, ever so gently, Sean bit. Cherry stifled the moans battling to escape her throat. A force of habit, perhaps, but her husband was here to remind her to let go.
‘Don’t fight it, Paradise. No one is here. Only the birds.’ He switched to the other breast, propping himself up on one of those gorgeous, swollen biceps inked with stories of his soul, his depths, his feelings.
Cherry’s fingers roved over the sculpted planes of his back, sliding across the hot, damp skin. Raising her hips, she spread her legs to let Sean settle, hot and hard, against the thin barrier of her shorts.
‘Fuck, Cherry. Fucking you might end me.’
Intoxicated by his arousal, she tilted her hips again and saw the masculine drive teetering on the edge of a crash.
The pulsing in his throat as he fought for control.
The flex and tense of his jaw. All the strength he was battling to hold onto.
It only tightened the hold he had on her.
By simply being himself and falling apart in front of her, he made her lose herself to him.
‘God, Cherry. I need you. I need you. I need to see you. Show me,’ Sean babbled but ended on a rough growl as he sat back and tugged at her shorts and white knickers, slid them over her hips and ankles.
Tipping her knees apart, he drew in air.
‘Fuck me… Look at you… You’re a goddess.
’ In a beat, he dropped between her legs, licking and lapping feverishly at her soaking core, sucking her clit, winding his tongue through her swollen, aching folds, drinking her in like he might never get the chance again.
‘Cherry. Oh, Cherry,’ he groaned. ‘Say this pussy is mine.’
‘It’s yours, Sean. I’m yours.’ Oh, the rush at being able to tell him that, at last. Catching him checking she was serious, she nodded assent, because this was about so much more than one part of her body. This was about being his wife.
He spread her apart, buried his face in her. ‘I could die here.’
‘Stop talking about dying and suck my clit.’ Cherry’s nerve endings were burning up, flames licking through her as her husband stoked the fire with his tongue.
They were right when they said Sean did nothing by halves.
God, she’d lucked out when she’d met him.
Whatever else went wrong in her life, he was the universe’s gift for all the trouble it had caused.
And he was wholly ruining her.
Entirely destroying her.
Wrecking her for the rest of her days.
And if being wrecked felt as good as this, Cherry would gladly be eviscerated by Sean. She was soaking. Molten arousal, dripping heat. He drank in every last moment, stubble rasping over her skin as he planted kisses on the inside of her thighs, across her stomach, travelling back to her mouth.
‘Taste your pussy, Cherry. Taste it with me.’ The glaze of his eyes revealed how far gone he was.
And fuck, if she wasn’t falling off a cliff for him.
This man sent her spiralling. Everything about him – the way he gave, the way he took, his laughter, his candour, his passion, his drive, his tongue, his hands, hot and deserving, but worshipping only her.
Fuck, she loved him. She really did. It was impossible not to.
And wherever he was now, whatever place he was travelling in, finding and losing himself between her thighs, she only loved him more for it.
‘Fuck, Sean, if I’d known… Oh!’ Cherry grasped for sheets but found only grass.
A hot tongue circled her clit, and she bucked up. ‘Known what?’
‘If I’d known how good this would be, I would have let you fuck me weeks ago.’
‘I’ve not even fucked you yet. This is nothing.’ Sean returned to his place of worship, giving all the saints and sinners a run for their money.
Cherry palmed her breasts, sunshine torrid on her skin, nipples hard even in the afternoon sun, tension looping and swirling like sand martins above.
Suddenly, she needed nothing more urgently than Sean.
Until now, she’d held him at arm’s length, but at this second, the need for her husband inside her was ravaging her.
‘Sean, I…’ She tried to inch away from him so as not to come.
‘What? What is it?’ Worry flashed over his face.
‘I want you inside me. I need to feel it so, so much.’
Palms confident on her hips, Sean pulled her back down. ‘We’ll get to that – soon. Don’t be so desperate, Paradise.’
‘You what?’ She lifted her head and saw the familiar Sean, bold and winking. Fuck. Trust him to turn this back around with his trademark cheek.
‘Ugh.’ She squeezed his shoulder, firm but playful. ‘So rude.’
‘Aye, rude but good.’ He swiped his tongue again, reaching up and grasping her nipple at the same time. Branding every bit of her he touched.
‘Oh!’ Cherry’s head tipped back. ‘So good. So… Oh, Sean. Fuck! Please!’ How had she ever held back from this? And more to the point, why? This man was everything. Every instinct in her body had told her that when she met him.
‘That’s it, Cher. Grind into me. Show me how much you love your husband sucking you.’
And he was right. That was it. Holding back was over.
Done. He had her now. Cherry was barely aware of Sean’s palms gripping her hips as her whole body came swooping and soaring, and she ground and rocked and fractured into a million pieces with him right there drinking it all in with a savage groan.
Moments later, there was nothing but warmth coursing through Cherry. From the sun, from the orgasm she’d just had and from her gorgeous husband smiling up at her.
‘How’s life in paradise?’ he asked.
‘Come find out.’ She ran a finger from between her legs up to his mouth.
‘You sure?’ How the hell was he still managing manners?
‘Of course.’ She reached for him, but her arms weren’t long enough, so Sean did the work, flicking down his zipper.
‘You wouldn’t rather do this in bed?’ he asked. ‘Might be more comfortable.’
‘I didn’t spend hours mowing this lawn not to be fucked by my husband on it.’
‘I’m so glad you had an ulterior motive.’ Sean rolled his jeans over his ankles, underwear following in hot pursuit.
And then he was there, in all his glory. Long, thick and perfect.
My beautiful Scotsman.
‘Cher, condoms. Believe it or not, I didn’t think I’d need them for Swingball, but there’s about five hundred packets in the house.’ A pained smile twisted his lips. Like he didn’t want to part from her now. She knew the feeling.
‘I’ve got a coil. And I’m clean. I want to be skin on skin with you. You?’ How she hoped he would say the same thing. That he needed that closeness, too.
‘Aye. I’m clean. I can’t promise I’m going to last long, though, especially bare.’
‘Honestly, I’m nearly gone for you.’
‘Again?’
‘Again.’
He lowered to her, firm chest pressing insistently against her breasts. Forehead to forehead they met, breath hot in the warm summer air between them.
‘Cherry.’ Sean spoke hoarsely. ‘You ready to consummate this marriage?’
Sliding her hands to the base of his spine, she felt the firm muscle there about to power everything he would give her. She had never been more ready for anything in her life.
‘God yes.’
Slowly, Sean edged the head of his cock into her. Cherry clenched around him, her body instinctively knowing this was something – someone – to hold onto.
He stopped. Teasing or taking it in? One glimpse of the strain on his face confirmed the latter.
‘I sound like a broken record, but this is going to fucking end me,’ he groaned. Not that it stopped him pushing in further.
Cherry had spent plenty of time imagining what this would be like, but nothing matched the real thing. The thickness of him stretching her, filling every inch of her, reaching parts no man ever had.
Nothing compared to being with Sean like this.
Nothing. Not a million royal flushes. Because this, right here, in this hot little garden on a remote peninsula in Scotland, being joined with this huge-hearted man – the closest they could be – was like winning all the glittering poker bracelets in the world at once.
Sean rolled his hips, the motion bringing him deeper.
Cherry gasped, hands finding his shoulders, craving a solid hold. The way he filled her, it completed her. She could never be anyone else’s, not now.
‘Sean, I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re huge.’
He let out a strained laugh. ‘Jesus, don’t flatter me, Cher. I’m on the edge here.’
‘Let go. Fuck me like you’ve wanted to for weeks.’ Seeing him rampant and unbridled was the stuff of Cherry’s fantasies, and she couldn’t wait for it.
Sean moved out an inch, then slid back in – slow, measured, excruciating. She tightened around him, and he dropped to her, possessing her with raw kisses, throbbing insistently inside her.
‘Oh… Oh, Sean.’
‘You like that? You like my cock in you?’
‘I fucking love it. It’s the best I’ve ever had. You make me so…’ She dragged her nails down his back.
‘Fuck, that is so fucking good.’ Sean picked up the pace, each thrust he gave to her a chasing of lost time and a taking of everything, in case she changed her mind again.
How could she change her mind about this?
‘You belong in me, Seany.’
‘I’m going to come here and now if you keep that talk up.’
‘Do it. I’ll come right round you. Fuck me like you mean it, Butler. Show me why I married you.’
Something cracked in Sean. He grabbed her thigh, hitched it higher to his waist and began powerful, rhythmic strokes. Fucking her like it was his only mission in life.
‘That better? Is that how you like to be fucked?’ He ground into her like he was going to penetrate right through her.
‘Yes, more, more.’ Her fingers splayed across his back, over the powerful muscles working under the sweat-slicked skin. ‘Yes, Sean, yes. More. Harder.’
He slammed into her. ‘I knew you could take my cock like this, Paradise. Knew it from the moment I met you. My fucking beautiful wife.’
‘Yes, yes, Sean, oh my God, oh my God, yes.’ Cherry was abandoned somewhere beyond reality now, her husband fucking her untamed, feral, hips grinding, jaw flexing, biceps swelling, deeper, harder, driving into her pussy, grinding against her clit.
She threw her legs up, bringing him deeper still, desperate for all of him, everything he could give her.
Needing him to know that he had her, that he’d won her with everything that he was.
‘Come for me, Cher. Let me feel this tight pussy coming around me.’
Those words were it. Cherry shuddered and, with a ricochet of moans and gasps, she clamped down around Sean, her back arching, head tipping, mouth parting on a shrill cry, everything shattering seismically under her husband.
‘Oh God, Sean! Fuck yes!’
It went on forever. Like nothing she’d ever known, from a man like no other.
A primal groan, fierce and feral, rocked and shook Sean’s whole body as he came hard and deep, hot seed spilling into her, strong hands bracing her so firmly she thought he might leave an imprint on her skin forever.
Another one. To go with the one he had on her heart.
Because Sean Butler had her.
Unequivocally. Till death do us part.
Birds went about their daily lives. The ocean continued to roll into shore. Sean stilled, breathing hard against her neck, the nearly full weight of his body pinning and steadying her. Sweat and heat mingled in the air between them, entwining with so much love and adoration.
He mumbled something she could barely discern into her neck.
‘Hmm?’
‘I said, I’ve lost the ability to talk.’
‘Allow me… You’re a great fuck, Sean Butler. The best I’ve ever had.’
Sean raised himself up on those god-like arms and regarded her, still seemingly struggling to form words. But the bright tenderness on his face spoke volumes. He leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead, the tip of her nose and then her mouth.
‘No one comes close to you, Cherry. No one at all.’
And Cherry thought she might combust into flames and die in her husband’s arms.