‘Alicia, you’re going to have to forgive me.’ Jamie spoke in that gravelly Scots accent which would allow her to forgive him almost anything. ‘But I can’t do anything more than fuck you right now. I want to do foreplay, but it’ll end me. I need to be in you.’
Alicia could barely form words at this declaration. ‘Just do it, Jamie. Forget foreplay.’ She tilted her sex towards him, inviting him. This minor adjustment seemed to shift Jamie’s arousal gauge even closer to maximum. He quickly grabbed a condom from a bag, then moved, once again, to her entrance and pushed himself in. This time he didn’t gradually introduce her to his length and girth. He was in dire need. She understood and it was glorious. Yes, she could take him – all of him. He filled her completely as he sunk down into her soaking heart. The heart he had made that way.
Few words came from Jamie this time. Just ‘Fuck, Alicia, you feel so good,’ before something raw consumed him and all that he emitted were guttural grunts. Alicia gushed like melting snow. He, who had been such a generous lover, was now lost in his own world of intense sexual euphoria: a sight and sound to behold. It barely surprised her when, as his body stiffened on the verge of release, her sex tremored and erupted in orgasm once more. What was this man doing to her? This man, who was further inside her than any man had been and who wasbellowing out the most primal orgasmic sound she’d ever heard. She’d never known anyone enjoy her like this.
As their breath settled, Jamie lay inside Alicia for a second or two, the world coming back into focus for both of them.
‘Woah!’ he said. ‘I got lost there.’
‘You did. I loved every minute.’
‘It was minutes?’ He joked.
‘Ha. Yes, it was quite a few minutes and they were incredible.’
He rolled over onto the pillow next to her.
‘Incredible is one word. Possibly an overstatement on your part. I got a bit carried away.’
‘Jamie, you were entitled to “get carried away”. All you’ve done all night is give me orgasms. I adored you getting lost in you.’
‘Oh, I wasn’t lost in me. I was lost in you. I wouldn’t be like a caveman going at it hammer and tongs if it weren’t for you right underneath me. There’s never been a woman turns me on so much.’
‘And I’ve never known a man to turn me on like you. With this face’. Alicia trailed her fingers down Jamie’s jaw. ‘And this body.’ Her knuckle skimmed his pectoral. ‘Half the work is done just looking at you, but you have some magic skills. How do you know exactly where to touch me? And I’m talking with pinpoint precision.’
‘Hmm. Maybe the past ten years at “sex god school” had some purpose. I’m definitely no sex magician.’ Jamie caressed Alicia’s cheek and blinked lazily at her. ‘God, I’m sleepy now.’
‘It’s okay, it’s been an eventful day and night. I’m exhausted too. Let’s sleep.’
‘Good idea.’ Pressing his wide palm into her back, Jamiepulled Alicia closer. She turned and tucked her body into the curve of his. His arm draped over her, the last words that met her ears as they both drifted off to oblivion were, ‘You’re amazing.’ And the last thought she had was,so are you.
Chapter 20
Jamie
Jamie slept the sleep of a dead man, but when he awoke on Sunday morning, he was more than glad to be alive because Alicia was next to him, her lithe, golden body under his covers, flaxen hair streaming across his pillow. How had he lucked out like this? Yesterday, she’d told him that she was a star. It made sense but he couldn’t connect this fresh-faced artist with the world of Hollywood. And neither did he want to. If he had to admit that she was a celebrity, then he had to face a lot of things, one being that she would go back to America soon and they would never see each other again. Although, when he opened the curtains that morning, there was some cause for not worrying about it, yet. The snow lay even heavier.
‘You weren’t planning on checking out soon, were you?’ Jamie handed Alicia a cup of fresh black coffee when she came through to the lounge.
She surveyed the carpet of white spread over the paths and lawns and pine trees, and sitting so evenly on the ornate turrets of the hotel roof that it could have been painted on. ‘Oh, it’s gorgeous! No, my check-out isn’t until next weekend. I’m here for two weeks. How long do I have you for?’
‘Until Saturday.’ Jamie nuzzled into her hair. She smelled divine, even first thing in the morning. ‘We’ll need to make the most of each other until then.’
‘I’m up for that,’ Alicia agreed. ‘I can’t paint much with this weather and I expect you won’t be hiking.’
‘Nope. So how about you finish your portrait of me today?’ He could think of nothing better than relaxing in the sanctuary of the lodge, the fire flickering and the snow falling outside, while being painted by this blonde goddess who seemed to find him sexually irresistible.
‘Ooh, yes please! That sounds perfect.’ Alicia stood on her tiptoes to kiss him and placed her palm across his chest in a way that sent blood surging round his body. Thankfully, during this sitting he wouldn’t have to worry quite as much about hiding arousal due to the agonising allure of the artist.
They ate breakfast at the hotel restaurant, where they both satisfied their huge appetites built up from the night before. Jamie was pleased to see that, despite being a model and actress, Alicia didn’t skimp on portions of egg, bacon, mushrooms and even black pudding.
‘If this is a Scottish breakfast, I think I may have to move here.’ Alicia devoured the last morsels on her plate and wiped the edges of her mouth with a napkin.
The idea appealed to Jamie. He was getting way ahead of himself, but it was impossible not to. How he would love to bring her back to Kinshore to meet his family, his friends, to walk with her in the village. And to have her in his bed every day of the week.
As they meandered back from the breakfast room, Jamie’s attention was caught by a display in reception entitled ‘Two Hundred Years of Ben Corrin Hydro.’ Yellowed newspaper articles and grainy photographs showcasing the hotel’s heritage drew him in. Perhaps there would be artefacts from when he was young.
‘Hang on a minute,’ he said to Alicia.
