His chest was practically bare, but a thin line of hair bisected his belly, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. Bands of muscles wrapped around his torso, each one finely sculpted. His waist narrowed, but was still thick. The man was built.
Shamus moved suddenly, wrapping his hands around her waist and lifting her out of her seat. Carrying her, he sat her on a section of countertop that was lower than the rest. Cyndi wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him tighter into the notch of her thighs. Her breasts pressed tight against his chest and she moved her torso, rubbing her distended nipples over his tight muscles. She shivered and moaned. She'd never felt anything quite this wonderful before.
She protested when Shamus pulled away, but then began to help him when she realized he was unzipping her jeans. She lifted her butt when he began to tug. The jeans caught around her ankles and canvas sneakers. Shamus swore and tugged at her footwear. Cyndi heard one shoe and then the second hit the floor. Then her legs were bare, her jeans discarded.
She was left wearing only her thin, cotton panties and socks. Shamus took her in his arms again, leaning her backward until her spine hit the cool marble. She arched up and Shamus captured one of her nipples between his lips and suckled. His hand plumped her other breast, his fingers tugging gently on the swollen tip.
Cyndi rolled her hips, rubbing her mound against the hard length pressing against the front of his jeans. She wanted to see him naked, to feel his cock slid inside her waiting heat. “Shamus,” she gasped his name, tugging at his hair. “More. I need more."
He pulled away, a lock of his hair falling across his forehead. A muscle in his temple twitched. The passion in his eyes made her skin sizzle. “More,” he agreed as he kissed his way down her torso.
Cyndi squirmed and bucked, but it was no use. Shamus would not go any faster, nor could she dissuade him from his path. Taking his time, he licked and sucked her flesh, his hair brushing against her sensitized flesh. He nipped at her hipbones, delving his tongue into her belly button before shifting his attention downward. Grabbing the band of her panties in his mouth, he tugged. They slipped lower. Shamus lifted her hips in his hands and kept pulling until her underwear were down over her knees. She kicked her leg and they slid down and off.
Her legs were dangling over the edge of the counter, her butt and back against the cool marble countertop. Shamus slid his hands around to the inside of her thighs and pushed them open. She felt cream slip from her core as he viewed the wet, damp folds of her sex.
"Now I'm going to have what I really wanted for lunch.” He lowered his head and licked up one side of her labia and down the other. Crying out, Cyndi didn't know whether to push him away or pull him closer. Her husband had only done this a time or two, and she hadn't really taken pleasure in it. It had left her feeling vulnerable, and she'd been unable to relax and enjoy herself.
With Shamus, it was a totally different experience. When he draped her legs over his shoulders, she relaxed and let her thighs fall open. A low rumble of pleasure came from deep within him, and she felt the vibration all through her pussy. Her fingers clenched into fists at her side as she arched her hips upward.
Shamus skimmed his fingers up her inner thighs and then rimmed the opening of her heated center. His tongue traced circles around the swollen bud of nerves at the apex of her thighs, never quite touching it.
Cyndi thought she might go mad waiting for him to touch her the way she wanted him to. “Shamus.” It was more of a demand than a plea, and she felt him smile against her.
Two thick fingers pressed inside her, pushing past the initial resistance of her body and sliding deep. Her inner muscles contracted as his fingers stretched her. It had been ten years since she'd had a man inside her body. Her vibrator didn't even come close to what Shamus was making her feel.
He widened his fingers and began to withdraw them slowly. Sweat glistened on her torso as she watched Shamus's dark head buried between her thighs. Her breathing quickened, her entire body quivered from head to toe as he pushed his fingers back inside and began a slow, torturous rhythm of advance and retreat. Her heels dug into his shoulders as she bucked against his mouth, trying to get him to touch her the way she wanted, the way she needed.
She cried out when his tongue finally lapped at her clitoris, but it quickly turned into a moan as he took the nubbin between his lips and tugged. And when he began to suckle, she screamed.
His fingers plunged deep and when he retreated, he dragged them over the top of her sex, stimulating sensitive nerve endings and sending her plummeting over the edge.
Her climax hit her hard and fast, heat rocketing through her, inner muscles clenching as she locked her thighs around his head and squeezed tight. Shamus continued to draw out her pleasure, sucking on her clit and teasing her with his fingers until she couldn't stand it any longer.
Relaxing her thighs, she reached down and pushed his head away. “Enough,” she gasped.
Shamus leaned back, a satisfied grin on his face. “We're just getting started.” He raised his fingers to his mouth and licked off the evidence of her orgasm.
Cyndi shivered, goose bumps racing down her arms and legs. Cream slid from her body and ran down between the cheeks of her behind.
Shamus lowered her legs from his shoulders, letting them rest against the countertop. His hands went to the button of his jeans. She licked her lips in anticipation, eliciting a groan from him. “This won't last long if you keep that up."
Her eyes were on the front of his jeans. She wanted to see him, to touch him. Then she wanted him buried deep inside her.
Suddenly, he stiffened.
"Shamus?"
Swearing, he reached into his pocket and drew out his phone. She realized that he must have set it on vibrate. “Yeah.” He listened a minute, sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. “Yeah. I'll be there in about ten minutes.” He ended the call and slid the phone back into his back pocket. “I'm sorry, Cyndi. There's a problem at the job site. I told the foreman not to call unless it was important."
Embarrassment began to drive out the flush of pleasure. She was lying naked on her kitchen counter for heaven's sake while Shamus was still mostly dressed. Scrambling off the counter, she grabbed her underwear and yanked them on. Ignoring her bra, she reached for her shirt.
"Cyndi?” Shamus grabbed her top first. Taking his time, he turned it right side out and slid it over her head. She felt marginally better when it covered her. Shamus dropped a quick, hard kiss on her lips. She shivered, as she tasted her arousal on his lips. “I'm sorry about this, sweetheart."
"No. No, that's okay.” She found her jeans and began to tug them on.
"It's not okay.” Shamus yanked on his T-shirt, tucking it into his jeans. “You're upset and you have every right. I shouldn't have started something I couldn't finish."
Cyndi stopped, her hands on the zipper of her jeans. Was the man apologizing for having to stop? She blinked, not quite believing she was hearing him correctly. He was the one who hadn't gotten to come. She glanced down and sure enough, he was still rock-hard in his jeans.
"It's really okay.” Now she was reassuring him. The ridiculousness of the situation hit her and she began to giggle.
Shamus raised his eyebrow at her while he gathered his hair back into his customary ponytail and wrapped the leather thong around it. She began to laugh. Shamus grinned at her as he finished tying back his hair and tugged her into his arms. “Think this is funny, do you?” he growled as he nuzzled her neck.
She nodded, unable to stop laughing.
"It's fine for you,” he grumbled. “I've got to get rid of this slight problem before I get back to work.” He gripped her hand and laid it over his erection.