He groans into my neck. “I can’t give ye gentle right now,amhuirnín,” he growls as I slide my fingers through his hair.
“Good. I don’t want gentle.”
Another groan rips out of him as he holds me even more tightly, crushing me against the wall as he starts frantically thrusting, pistoning in and out, his lips pressing against my cheek hard enough to leave bruises, his fingers digging into my hips and ass as he holds me in position.
I tighten my grip on his shoulders as he pounds into me, my back slapping against the wall with every brutal thrust. My orgasm catches me by surprise, both its sudden appearance and strength. I shatter, screaming Seamus’s name, digging my fingernails into the flesh at his shoulders.
“Is breá liom tú, mo bhean chéile,” Seamus groans, holding deep inside me as he comes.
He exhales a shuddering breath into my hair as he lowers me to the ground, tilting my chin up as his lips taste mine.
SEAMUS
Tig moans, opening her mouth to allow my tongue access, clinging to me as her tongue fences with mine. I’m hard again in no time. That’s what I get for denying myself pleasure for two fucking weeks.
Tig almost put the hex on that a week ago, and I was so fucking close to letting her suck me off in the shower, but I managed to find the resolve to stop her. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever fucking done.
But I told myself that I didn’t get to get off until I got my hands on the cunt and fulfilled my promise to help her. Call it whatever you want, extra motivation, self-flagellation, whatever, it was worth it.
I discovered quite a lot about myself during this self-imposed abstinence period. I learned that I could be an unselfish lover. I learned that Ireallyenjoy eating Tig out. I learned that I sleep better than I ever have in my life when I’m cuddling her.
I learned that I’m an irritable fucker when I don’t get laid regularly. Everyone else learned that too. And I learned that I love my wife. That last revelation knocked me sideways.
Because I’m a piece of chicken shit, I’ve yet to tell her in a language she’ll understand. But at least I fucking said it. Nothing has ever felt as right as whispering those words to her.
Quickly buttoning my dick back into my jeans, I lift Tig, her legs coming about my waist, and stride out of the laundry, ignoring Paddy and Connor’s grins. I carry Tig upstairs, still kissing her, kicking the bedroom door shut behind, gently laying her on the bed.
I need to fuck her again. Almost two weeks was too long to go without burying myself in her. Never again. This time, I want her in our bed, and I want her melting under my touch. I have some things I want to say to her, and even though she won’t understand them, I don’t want anyone else to hear.
Kissing Tig tenderly, I strip off her clothes, shedding mine as I come down on top of her. I proceed to worship her with my mouth and body. Sliding my lips over every piece of skin I can reach, I murmur endearments in Irish to her as I swirl my tongue over her skin, tasting her.
“Mo chroí.” My heart. “Amhuirnín.” My darling. “Momhuirníndílis.” My own true love. “Aghrámochroí.” My heart’s beloved. “Achuislemochroí.” Pulse of my heart. “Is breá liom tú, mo bhean chéile.” I love you, my beloved wife.
My lips make their way back up to hers, kissing her deeply until I lift my head, positioning my dick at her entrance. Staring deep into her eyes, I sink into her.
“Is breá liom tú, Tig,” I murmur. “Is breá liom tú.”
Her breath catches, her fingers sliding over my back as I fuck her slowly and gently, murmuring “is breá liom tú” over and over.
I groan at the feeling of her pussy clenching at my dick as she sighs, a contented smile pulling at her lips when she comes. The look on her face as she comes apart, coupled with the feeling of her muscles milking my dick, pushes me over the edge, and I come too, our eyes locking.
“What does it mean?” Tig murmurs, her fingertips brushing against my cheek. I take a deep breath, holding her gaze.
“I love ye,” I whisper, baring my soul to her as her breath catches.
TIGGY
He’s staring at me, a beautiful, tender look on his face, and my heart clenches. My fingertips freeze on his face, and neither of us speaks or breathes for a long moment.
“Seamus,” I whisper, but he lowers his head, kissing me deeply before I can say anything. Thank god.
I’m not entirely sure what I was about to say. I can feel him hardening inside me again because it has been two weeks.
Seamus rises onto his knees and elbows without breaking the kiss, fucking me hard. I cling to him, savoring this feeling. Inside, I’m a mess of emotions. Thoughts and feelings are swirling around like snowflakes in a blizzard.
Seamus comes with a grunt, rolling onto his back, bringing me with him, and anchoring me onto his chest. He exhales deeply, murmuring something too softly for me to hear it as he nuzzles his face in my hair, falling asleep.
As exhausted as I am from our marathon sex session, I lie awake, staring across his muscled chest at the closed door. My husband loves me. That is a lot to wrap my head around. Here I was, terrified I would fall for the wrong guy, and he went and fell for me.