Shamus laid her gently, as if he were handling the finest bone china, onto the center of the bed, before stretching out beside her. He braced his head up with his hand as he looked down at her.
"Mmm. Yes. Yes, I believe we do," Shamus confirmed as he drew an invisible figure eight onto her stomach.
Reaching up over her head Suzanne stretched her body out, her breasts straining against the fabric of the lace bra. "So Shamus..."
Shamus looked up from her stomach to meet her eyes. There was so much affection and desire in his eyes that it made Suzanne's stomach somersault. Such intensity. Such passion. It had been a little over two weeks since that first evening when her car had broken down, but the odd thing was that it felt like they'd been intimate for years, decades even.
She felt amazingly comfortable with him. Her body that could stand to lose twenty pounds, she would normally try to cover. But with him she felt secure in flaunting each and every inch. Perhaps the whole idea of being destined to be together isn't so crazy after all, she mused, looking up at him through her lashes.
"Yes, Suzanne," Shamus whispered, leaning over and brushing his lips against hers as he spoke.
"Have you ever been with a human woman before?" Suzanne held her breath and waited for a response. She wasn't sure why it mattered to her, but it was something she urgently wanted to know.
Rubbing his chin with his hand, Shamus pretended to consider the question. His eyes gleamed with mischief, giving him away. "Umm. Noo. No, not that I can recall."
The answer Shamus gave only added to the questions she had circulating within her head. What type of being do leprechauns usually mate with if not with humans? How old do they live to be? How old was he? Could they have children, if their relationship ever evolved to that? However, those questions would have to wait, since Shamus's hand was currently in the process of unbuttoning her skirt, while his lips teased the side of her neck. The questions she wanted to ask all but faded into the background as her body began to rev up under his expert hands and mouth.
Shamus finished undoing the final button of her skirt and let it fall away. "I love every inch of you Suzanne," he commented as his eyes swept down the length of her body then back up to meet her own eyes.
Suzanne smiled, feeling the blood rush up to her face. She was thankful it was dark enough in the room that he would be unable to clearly see her embarrassment at his compliment.
Feeling he was overly dressed considering he was still wearing his black trousers, Suzanne quickly undid his belt and then the button and fly of his pants. Pulling his trousers down over his waist, Shamus assisted in removing them completely and tossing them to the floor; his briefs went with them.
Suzanne grasped firmly onto his thick, hardened member. Her thumb played with the slit, which was sleek with pre-cum, as her hand stroked it. She smiled upon hearing his sharp intake of breath at her touch.
Shamus growled as he leaned forward claiming her lips with his own. His lips were hard and demanding on hers. His tongue slipped between her lips, duelling with hers.
While Suzanne continued to stroke him with one hand the other gripped his balls, squeezing and tugging gently. Her hand, stroking him, began to pick up speed as she felt him tugging at her thong, pulling it down over her hips and off. Shamus's hand urged her legs apart as it slid up her inner thigh, plunging into her moist heat.
Harder and faster she stroked him, taking satisfaction in the fact that with each increase in speed, his desire for her also increased. He moaned against her lips.
"Stop!" he commanded, pulling his lips from hers, his hand leaving her pussy to take hold of her wrist.
Alarmed, Suzanne looked up into his dark, lust-ridden eyes. "What's wrong?"
Shamus leaned back, pulling her up and onto him. Straddling Shamus, Suzanne settled herself onto him, his cock peeping out from between her legs, begging to enter her. Reaching behind her, he undid the clasp on her bra. The white lace garment slid from her shoulders. He grabbed it and tossed it onto the floor with the rest of their clothing.
Sitting up, Shamus brushed her long, silky hair from her eyes.
The feel of his hard, rigid, naked body pressed against hers, with his cock thick, throbbing, begging to enter her, sent a fresh tremor of anticipation through her. Her pussy ached for him. Ached for the thick, hard shaft that was rubbing up against her pelvis.
Leaning down Suzanne's lips grazed his, before moving down to his strong, square jaw and collarbone. She slipped her hand between them, grasping his cock in her hand. Lifting herself up, she positioned his cock under her throbbing pussy.
"I need to feel myself in you Suzanne," Shamus whispered in her ear, nestling his face in her hair. Taking hold of her hips, he pushed her down onto his shaft. His cock plunged deep into her, filling her to capacity. "Mmm," he moaned as her wet, tight heat engulfed him.
Suzanne began to move on his cock, clutching it tightly as she slid him in and out. Holding tight to Shamus, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, she slowly increased her speed, rotating her hips in a circular motion. He placed his hands on her hips, guiding her, balancing her as the pace increased.
Her breasts bounced against his chest, with each upward motion. Holding tight to him, Suzanne let her head fall back, back arched, hair cascading down her back, as she thrust. Up and down. In and out. It felt as though her pussy was on fire, each inward thrust sending a pulse of pleasure through her.
Shamus caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at the peak. It hardened, as his tongue licked and circled it.
His cock became even more rigid, his hands on her hips forcing her to move faster, to grind into him harder. Forcing her to take in each and every inch of him.
"Shamus!" She cried out as her body began to tremble over him. Her body erupted, her pussy releasing a flood of cum over his cock and into his lap.
He pulled her tight, her breasts crushed against the hard muscle of his chest. In the next instant, he rolled her to her back, situating himself between her legs and thrust into her. Hard and fast. His chest glistened in the moonlight, covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Suzanne wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands gripping tightly to the rungs of the headboard. The headboard knocked loudly against the wall, the same wall that adjoined the neighbour's bedroom.
Faster. Harder. His thrusts came at near lightning speeds, sliding in and out of her effortlessly. Shamus bent down and roughly claimed her lips just as he gave one final thrust and erupted into her. As he came inside her, for a brief moment the room appeared to be filled with an assortment of bright colours, all seeming to circle the exhausted couple. Suzanne blinked and the room was as it had been. Had she imagined it?
"Mmm," Shamus moaned as he relaxed onto her, briefly, before rolling onto his back, pulling her over and onto him. He planted a quick kiss on her forehead.
Laying her head on his chest and draping an arm across his waist, Suzanne closed her eyes and smiled. She'd never felt so satisfied. There was so much she wanted to say. So many things she wanted to ask, but for now all she wanted was to fall to sleep in the arms of the most extraordinary man she'd ever met.
As Suzanne fell to sleep in this comfortable and comforting position, she made a mental note to ask him about the colours that seemed to have appeared when he climaxed.
Chapter 7
"Well, it's about time you came around," Cass commented as the four leprechauns seated at the poker table watched Shamus approach and take his usual seat, which had been vacant for too long.
A round of greetings came from the others at the table.
"I've been occupied with my charge," Shamus explained, sitting down and placing his stein of beer in front of him on the green felt-covered poker table.
A few chuckles circulated the table. A couple of the leprechauns gave him a wink while some elbowed each other in jest. They had a pretty good idea of how he had been occupied by his charge these past couple of weeks.
Cass began deal
ing the cards, calling out the specifications of the round as he dealt.
"I'm a wee bit concerned about you," Cass admitted as they began to play the round. Cass motioned to the others at the table with his hand, "We all are."
The others at the table nodded in confirmation.
Shamus took a swig of his beer. "Why's that?"
"Don't mind my intrusion. It's just that you're a leprechaun and she's a human."
Shamus shrugged.
Cass leaned over the table, his tone hushed. "It’s not natural lad. A mystical being with a human. It's just not right."
"With all due respect Cass, I don't think that is any of your concern. My other charges are being cared for." He took another, larger swig of his beer.
Cass pointed to his temple. "You're aging Shamus. Too much time spent in the mortal realm."
Shamus cringed. He knew exactly to what Cass was referring. He had noticed the other day that he had grown his first few grey hairs. In mortal years he was roughly thirty years of age, so just old enough to start seeing the pesky signs of aging. To stay in the mortal realm would mean aging as a mortal did. He'd decided the first night that he and Suzanne had made love that spending a human lifetime with her was worth the sacrifice.
His mind was made up. Cass could not sway his decision now.
"She's my destined mate Cass. Fate chose us to be together and I trust in that."
"Does she know that you staying with her means you give up your immortality?"
Shamus flopped his cards down on the table, folding. "Not something she needs to know."
Cass narrowed his eyes at Shamus, a look of determination adorning his face. The look made Shamus uncomfortable. He knew that look, it usually meant the older leprechaun was about to start trouble. The bad thing about Cass was that when he set his mind to achieve something, come hell or high water he usually got it. Sadly, right now it appeared Cass wanted to see an end to his relationship with Suzanne.
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"I don't think life has ever been better than it is right now," Suzanne announced, dipping herself deeper into the warm water that filled the bathtub. The warm bubbles surrounded her, covering all but her head. The tub was an older-style model, deep and wide. She loved it. It was one of the main reasons she had taken the apartment she'd been living in for the past few years.
"Well I do my best to please," Shamus teased as he undid the final button of his green shirt and shrugged it off.
"Does the shirt always have to be green?" Suzanne couldn't help but inquire.
He nodded in confirmation. "Pretty much. Consider yourself lucky I am no longer required to wear the hat."
Suzanne crinkled her nose up in distaste. "I suppose you're right."
A wide smile lit Suzanne's face as she watched him undress. There was no doubt about it. She really couldn't picture life being any better. She'd been at her new job for a couple of weeks now and it was everything she hoped it would be. She was no longer a mindless drone who spent nine hours being ridiculed and degraded by strangers over the telephone; instead she was given responsibility. She was appreciated for her contributions. It actually felt good to go to work each morning.
Better yet, there was this handsome, devastatingly sexy man standing in the middle of her bathroom floor. Every inch of his gorgeous body was perfection, in her eyes. And the way he looked at her... His eyes would gaze at her full of lust, passion, which would tie her stomach into knots and leave her feeling sexy, desirable. During the last few days there had been something more in those eyes when he looked at her. There was more intensity, more emotion. He was in love with her; she knew this without an ounce of doubt in her mind.
Suzanne chewed on her bottom lip as she watched him slide his black trousers and boxers over his hips, letting them fall to the floor, exposing his thick, hard cock. Lifting a soapy hand out of the water she motioned for him to join her. "Took you long enough with those clothes," she teased.
"Patience is a virtue, sweetness," Shamus scowled, strutting over to the tub, leaning over the side and kissing her lips tenderly.
She reached out and grasped his cock. She gave it several quick strokes. His body tensed and she heard a soft hiss as he took in a quick breath. "I'm not that patient when it comes to certain things Shamus," she informed him, sitting up in the tub so she could brush her lips over the tip of his cock.
"Mmm, Suzanne." Shamus's hands worked their way into her long, wet locks, cupping the back of her head. He urged her head closer to him, to take him into her mouth.
Suzanne's lips and tongue played with the head of his cock. Teasing. Her tongue circled the head. As her tongue taunted and teased the head of his member, she used her hand to firmly grip the base. The other hand she slid up the outer side of his thigh to squeeze one of his firm-muscled ass cheeks.
Shamus groaned again, as he watched her tongue play with him, both loving and hating her wicked torment.
She began to take him further into her mouth. Suzanne resisted his urging to increase her speed, or to take him in deeper. She was in control now, so he'd get more of what he wanted when she was ready to give it. Up and down his long, thick shaft, moving further down his shaft each time she took him in. Finally, reaching the base of his cock with her mouth she began to increase the speed. In and out, now allowing him some control. Her tongue taunted and teased the tip each time her lips reached the summit.
Within a couple of minutes his hips were thrusting against her mouth, his body taut. She could feel the tension that had built up within his cock. He was mere seconds from release. She pulled him out of her mouth, still stroking with her hands, hard and fast as she leaned back against the tub. Her breasts sprung up and out from the bubble-coated water, glistening from the drops of soapy liquid that inched their way down and over them.
Her hand slid from his ass to his balls, gently squeezing as she continued to stroke him. He let a low groan escape his lips as he released over her breasts, his cum mixing with the bubbles and bathwater, sliding down her chest and into the scented, foamy water in the tub.
A smile touched his lips, relief in his eyes as he leaned over kissing her lips soundly.
Suzanne returned his smile, with a coy one of her own as she scooted over to one end of the tub, so he could sit across from her.
Shamus stepped into the warm water and settled himself across from Suzanne, taking hold of her legs and placing them over his. His hands gently massaged her feet and calves under the water.
Smiling, Suzanne closed her eyes, let her head sink into the inflated blue sea shell headrest she had attached to the wall and sank further into the warm inviting water. The water smelled of roses and lavender, which filled her nostrils. It hadn't been an understatement when she had told him how wonderful she felt her life had become since he wandered into it.
Suzanne opened one eye partially to glance at him quickly then closed it again. There were still things she wanted to know about him. Needed to know. His real age for one, he appeared to be in his early thirties, but she guessed a leprechaun's lifespan would range differently from a human’s. What would happen if the relationship progressed to them having children? If they were destined mates, then she assumed that would be in their future. But she had decided to be patient and let him divulge the information in his own time.
Heat rose up through her, as Shamus's hands slowly massaged their way past her knees and began working on her inner thighs. The water splashed around them as Shamus shifted position in the tub. She could feel his body hovering over hers. His lips lightly brushed over hers.
"You were right."
Suzanne opened her eyes and raised her eyebrows at Shamus. "I was right?"
"About the bubble bath." Shamus's lips began to trail kisses from her earlobe, down her neck to her collarbone. His hands had made their way to the apex between her legs, one reached behind her to cup her ass, while the other plunged into her. "It's an amazing way to relieve stress."
Suzanne half laughed, half moaned as
his fingers found just the spot within her to cause her to buck against them. Her pelvis moved in sync with the rhythmic stroking of his hand.
Shamus trailed kisses back up her neck to nibble on her earlobe again. "Play with your breasts for me. I want to see your nipples nice and hard," he requested, as he leaned back to watch while he continued to fuel the fire between her legs.
Sitting up in the tub, she revealed her breasts, covered in bubbles and began doing as he requested. Holding each breast in each hand she massaged them with her palms as her fingers pinched, and rolled her nipples into hardened peaks. All the while, she kept her eyes on him, moving from his dark eyes, heavy with desire, down his sculpted, muscular chest, flat stomach and large erect cock, primed ready for action, then back up over him to his eyes once more.
The warm water surrounding her, the touch of his hand stroking her masterfully, combined with his hardened cock protruding out of the water as if taunting her, was almost too much to bear. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her pussy with his thick shaft. Needed his body next to her, pressed against hers, demanding she give in to him.
Finally having enough of his delicious torment, Suzanne grasped the wrist of the hand that was skilfully bringing her closer to the edge, stopping him. Her other hand wrapped behind his neck and brought him down onto her. The water splashed around them, some escaping over the edge of the tub and splattering onto the floor.
"I want you now," she demanded, claiming his lips with her own.
Taking hold of her left thigh, Shamus lifted her leg up over his shoulder, as he settled his body over hers. The head of his cock poked and tormented the entrance to her exposed pussy.
"Hold on," Shamus advised, nodding towards the bathtub edge.
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