She shivered, his earthy words heightened her growing desire. Widening her legs, she dug her feet into the mattress and undulated her hips. She felt wild and wanton and every inch a desirable woman. Shamus had given her this precious gift, and she wanted him to know how much she appreciated it.
"Oh, yeah.” He hooked his arms beneath her thighs and lifted her. She could feel his breath on her sensitive skin and her eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. “No. Open them.” She forced her eyes open. “I want you to watch me eat you up.” Holding her gaze with his, he lowered his head.
As Cyndi watched, he licked up one side and down the other before burying his face in her mound. She tried to move, but he held her tight. His tongue traced around her swollen clitoris, but never touching the bundle of nerves. She moaned again, feeling another orgasm building inside her.
Shamus shifted his attention lower, tracing the outline of her opening with his tongue. Cyndi could feel beads of sweat trickling down her temple, her entire body heated to the point of combustion.
Reaching down, she buried her fingers in his long hair, tugging him back to where she needed him most. He laughed, and then lapped at her clit. Cyndi cried out. She was so close. So very close. One more lick.
Shamus stopped and pulled back.
Cyndi tried to keep him there, tugging on his hair, but it was no use. She thumped her feet on the mattress. She was so close to coming. Her skin felt too tight for her body. Even the roots of her hair ached.
Reaching out, Shamus snagged one of the condoms from the table. He ripped open the packet and had the condom smoothed over his erection within seconds. He stared down at her, lust blazing from his eyes. “Turn over on your hands and knees."
Her stomach did a little flip. She'd never made love like this before. The position left a woman vulnerable. But this was Shamus and she trusted him. Rolling to the side, she came up on her hands and knees in front of him.
He moved into position behind her, his heavier, hairier legs, pressing hers open. She felt the head of his cock pressing into her opening, stretching the muscles as he surged forward. Catching the nape of her neck with his teeth, he nipped. Her body jerked, and he laved the small sting with his tongue.
He was large and it had been quite a long time for her—years in fact. But he took his time and her body stretched to accommodate his girth and length. Cyndi was gasping for breath, her entire body covered in a sheen of sweat by the time he was seated to the hilt, his hands planted on the mattress, his back covering hers.
Shamus held himself still, allowing her time to get used to him. “Better?” he asked, kissing her shoulder. She could feel his heart pounding against her back. His cock was throbbing inside her, the beat a primal rhythm that stirred her blood.
Cyndi pulled her hips forward and then pressed back. The slight rocking motion had them both groaning.
"I'll take that as a yes,” he gritted out. Grabbing her hips in both hands and began to slowly thrust in and out. He stretched her inner muscles in a delicious way as he continued to pump his hips.
Her breasts swayed with each stroke, swollen and heavy. She pushed her bottom back to meet each thrust. The motion grew faster and harder, their skin slapping together.
"Close,” she gasped.
Shamus banded one arm around her waist, hammering his hips against hers. His free hand dipped between her thighs and stroked her clitoris. Cyndi screamed. She came so hard she swore she saw stars. Breathing was impossible.
She felt Shamus stiffen, heard his yell of release. His cock seemed to expand, jerking within her. The condom caught the flood of his semen, but she could still feel the heat inside her. It set off another series of spasms in her body. Her inner muscles rippled, milking his erection hard.
He groaned and leaned heavily against her. She collapsed onto the mattress, her heart pounding so hard that she couldn't hear. Locked in a bubble of sensual pleasure, she concentrated on taking one breath and then another.
Shamus levered himself up and slowly pulled away. Her inner muscles protested, grasping at him as he withdrew. “Damn,” he fell down on the mattress beside her, burying his face in the pillow.
Cyndi couldn't even form a thought, let alone speak. She managed to roll over onto her side when she felt the bed shift. As Shamus walked toward the bathroom, she admired the view. The man had a first-class ass.
When he disappeared into the bathroom, she closed her eyes and wallowed in the sensations coursing through her body. She'd had three orgasms today. Three! One at lunchtime, and two more now. For a woman who'd never had an orgasm not induced by her vibrator, this had been a landmark day.
She heard Shamus come out of the bathroom, but didn't open her eyes. Would he leave now? She wasn't really sure. The confidence that had carried her through while they were making love was beginning to slip away.
The mattress dipped, and her eyes flew open when she felt a warm dampness between her legs. Shamus was calmly washing her with a washcloth he'd gotten in the bathroom. She could feel her cheeks getting warm, but before she could summon a protest, he was finished.
Tossing the washcloth on the bedside table, he pulled back the covers, lifting her enough to slide her beneath them. Then he joined her, tugging her into his arms. She rested easily in the curve of his shoulder as if she'd been doing it her entire life.
Her fingers seemed to move of their own accord, tracing the thick muscles that were prominent even when he was resting. She'd been so caught up in her own pleasure, she'd barely touched him. Next time, she promised herself.
She'd just drifted into a light doze, when Shamus shifted, tilting her head so that she was looking up at him.
"Now we talk."
Chapter Eleven
Shamus hadn't wanted to break the mellow mood that existed between them. Cyndi was snuggled into his arms as if she belonged there, and he wasn't keen to see her leave. But the world outside this room was still there, waiting for them. He needed to know what he was dealing with if he wanted a permanent spot in Cyndi's life.
She stiffened and slowly sat up, clutching the comforter to her breast. “What do you want to talk about?” He could read the suspicion in her eyes, but he wasn't about to back down. This was too important to him. To them.
"About the room. About this house.” He raked his fingers through his hair and dragged in a breath. “About your father."
Her lips thinned and although she didn't move, he could feel her pulling away from him emotionally. “Just because we're sleeping together doesn't give you the right to know everything about my life."
He ignored the ache her words brought him. He supposed he deserved it after shutting her out earlier this evening, although that didn't make it any easier to bear. Cyndi was scared and lashing out, and he was the target available. Still, it hurt. “No, not because we're sleeping together. Because I care, because I want to mean more to you than just a warm body in your bed."
She closed her eyes and shuddered. When she opened them, they were filled with a deep sadness that shook him to his core. “You do mean more to me than that. I wouldn't have slept with you otherwise."
"I know,” he murmured. Cyndi wasn't the kind of woman to let a man into her bed easily. He'd sensed that right from the beginning. It was as if she didn't quite trust people not to hurt her, so she kept her guard up at all times. The fact she'd let it down with him tonight gave him hope.
He propped himself up against the headboard, resting his hands on his stomach. He wanted to drag Cyndi into his arms and cuddle her close, but he sensed now wasn't the time.