Her palms heated as she touched him. Muscles rippled beneath his flesh as she learned every angle and plane of his torso. A soft rumbling sound came from low in his chest, almost like the purr of a large cat. Cyndi kneaded the heavy muscles, enjoying the hard, rough feel of him.
She jerked as a hand cupped her breast, but then moaned and pushed it harder into his hand. The tight nipple stabbed the center of his palm.
Lowering her head, she flicked her tongue over his flat nipple. The brown disk puckered and Shamus groaned, his long legs shifting restlessly. She could feel his erection prodding her belly as she leaned over him. Her stomach felt damp from the liquid seeping from the tip.
Kissing her way to the other side, she did the same thing to his other nipple. She loved the way the thin line of crisp hair bisecting his chest tickled her nose. His hand tightened on her breast, and she nipped at his chest lightly. He gave her breast one final squeeze, and let his hand drop back down to the mattress.
Cyndi kissed her way down his torso. He tasted hot and salty and she couldn't get enough of him. His hands pressed on her shoulders when she lingered too long, urging her lower. She smiled as she traced a circle around his belly button. His erection brushed her chin, demanding attention.
Sitting back on her heels, she stared down at him. His erection was long and thick, the plum-shaped head dark and wet. Blue veins ran up and down the length and she could see them pulsing. Reaching out, she laid her hand over him.
Hot! He was so hot and hard. She tightened her fingers around him and squeezed gently. Shamus swore. She glanced up at him, and his head was tilted back, but his eyes were still open. They glittered with an unrequited lust that should have frightened her. Instead, it filled her with pleasure and pride and made her womb clench with need.
Her breasts ached, so she lifted her free hand and touched them. She'd never touched herself in front of anyone else before and it was surprisingly erotic.
"Oh yeah,” Shamus rumbled. “Harder, sweetheart."
Cyndi almost cried out as she pumped her hand up and down his length and pinched her nipple simultaneously. She arched her hips tight against his thigh, trying to ease the pressure. Cream slipped from her core, dampening his leg.
Her lungs were working hard now, trying to pull some air into her body. She took a deep breath, but it didn't help. Dropping her hand from her breast, she cupped the heavy sac between his legs. Shamus's entire body jerked as he groaned aloud.
Another drop of fluid seeped from the tip of his erection and she had to taste it. Lowering her head, she heard him whisper her name as her tongue snaked out to swipe at the tip. His fingers tangled in her hair, silently urging her to take him into her mouth.
And she did. The head was thick and salty as she tasted it thoroughly with her tongue. The veins beneath her fingers pulsed, a vibrant reminder of the passion flowing between them. She rolled his balls in her hand and he swore again.
She was enjoying herself immensely.
Oral sex was not something she'd particularly taken pleasure in before she'd met Shamus. His pleasure pushed her own higher, making her body feel as if it were on fire. Her breasts ached. Her pussy throbbed.
She took him deeper, closing her mouth over him, her tongue sweeping along the sides.
"Cyndi.” His voice was hoarse as he tugged at her, this time pulling her away. She gave one final, hard suck as she pulled her mouth away, releasing him with a wet pop.
He groaned and dragged her upward until she was sprawled against his chest. His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, but before she could get into it, he pulled away. “I want to be inside you."
She wanted that too. Eagerly, she straddled his hips.
"Condom,” he gasped. Reaching over, he tore the bedside drawer open and yanked out the box of condoms he'd put there a few days ago. Ripping it open, he hauled out one. In seconds, he was sheathed and ready.
Cyndi came up on her knees and caught his length in her hand. Positioning the head at the opening, she lowered herself slightly. The broad tip pushed its way inside her. One slow inch at a time, she eased downward until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
He hissed out a long, low breath, his hands clasped tight around her hips. Cyndi could barely breathe. Totally filled, her body stretching to accommodate him. She felt lightheaded, yet her entire body felt poised and ready for the impending explosion of delight.
"Ride me.” He urged her up and then pulled her back down. Her inner muscles rippled as he urged her upward again. Bracing her hands on his chest, she took over the rhythm, adjusting it to suit herself.
Shamus cupped her breasts, playing with her painfully tight nipples, rolling them lightly between his thumbs and forefingers. It wasn't enough. “Harder,” she gasped. He pinched them lightly, sending a bolt of heat from her nipples to her core. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed around his cock as he arched his hips upward on her downward push, driving himself deep.
Her head fell back, her neck no longer able to support it. She leaned into his hands, loving the way they felt on her body. Perspiration dotted her body as she continued to slide up and down his erection.
"Shamus!” She cried his name, not quite knowing what she wanted or needed.
He reared up in bed, shifting them both until she was on her back beneath him. It happened so quickly it left her breathless. Hooking his arms beneath her thighs, he planted his hands on the bed, holding her legs wide as he drove into her again and again.
Cyndi's head thrashed against the pillows, her hands clutched at the sheets. “More,” she cried.
Shamus thrust harder, his balls smacking against her sensitive flesh with each stroke. The orgasm built and built, suddenly breaking over her. A long, low keening sound broke from her lips as her body convulsed. Waves of intense pleasure washed over her, shutting out all else. Every cell in her body seemed to sing with joy as she came.
Above her, Shamus plunged deep three more times before he yelled, his body jerking and heaving above her. She watched him, the strong column of his neck exposed as he arched his head back. His chest was slick with perspiration, every muscle outlined.
Gasping for breath, he buried his face in the curve of her neck as he slowly removed his arms from beneath her thighs. Her legs flopped to the mattress like two wet noodles. He managed to hold most of his weight off her, but he was still heavy, making it hard for her to catch her breath. As if realizing her dilemma, he heaved himself off her. She moaned as he slipped from her.
Shamus rolled to the side of the bed and stood, walking to the bathroom. A minute later, he was back. Cyndi realized she was still sprawled across the mattress, but she didn't care. She didn't have enough energy to move.
Not that it mattered. Shamus tugged the covers out from under her and arranged them over her before crawling into bed beside her and pulling her into his arms.
She nestled her head against his chest, draped her leg over his upper thighs, and sighed with contentment. His arm tightened around her and she felt his lips against the top of her head. “Sleep,” he murmured. “We'll deal with everything else tomorrow."
As Cyndi watched the truck pull out of the driveway, she waved to Linda. The other woman tooted the horn as she pulled away. She'd promised to send another truck in a few days to pick up the remainder of the furniture Cyndi had decided to sell.
Linda's friend had already come and gone, taking all the jewelry with him. He'd appraised it and given her all the proper receipts, promising her it would be sold within the month. The prices he'd quoted had astounded Cyndi and she was even more amazed when he told her they could go even higher. His firm was having a jewelry auction in three weeks time and he planned to rush a supplement for the catalogue they'd already sent to their clients.