‘And please, keep talking like that.’
Jamie’s laughter filled the space between them but he said no more as he pulled Alicia’s sweater and base layer over her head in one go. He wasted no time in unclasping her bra before devouring one breast with his mouth, covering the other with his full, broad palm.
Alicia grasped for his belt. There was tension in his jeans and she had to release it.
While she worked at his waist, Jamie yanked his own top layers over his head. Alicia unbuttoned his jeans and Jamie stepped out of them. And there he was, the man from the whisky bottle, save for his underwear. A wondrous Scotsman in almost all his glory, the rest of him bursting to be free of the confines of the cotton fabric.
‘Is that for me?’ She motioned to the jutting in his underwear.
‘Aye. It’s for you.’ Jamie rolled the shorts down to reveal what God had given him and all Alicia had done to it. It was as spectacular as it had been the first time.
‘It’s better than Ben Corrin.’ She gaped at his magnificence.How she’d missed it.
‘You’re better to look at than any mountain,’ Jamie said huskily. ‘And I love mountains. I just love you more.’
‘Well, allow me to help you out.’ Alicia unzipped her own jeans and shimmied them over her hips, her underwear slinking down with the denim. She teased her fingers subtly into her folds, in case Jamie had doubted what she meant.
Jamie roused like a lion woken from slumber. In one move his mouth was between her legs, her fingers now redundant as he ravaged her with his tongue, plundered every inch of her with his taste buds. Never had Alicia doubted more her ability to stay upright. She moved her legs apart slightly to steady herself to which Jamie emitted a guttural sound which was definitely positive.
‘I’ve missed this pussy,’ he declared.
And boy had she missed his mouth on her. But more than any devilish tongue dance, Alicia wanted Jamie inside her again, wanted to come around him while he drove his climax into her. So, she let him feast on her some more before inching back when she was close to the edge. When his eyes met hers, questioningly, she gestured to the bed. Taking her signal, Jamie rose, hot hands roaming over her burning skin, and they fell back to the sheets, ravenous, their bodies insistent, moans and gasps rebounding off the ancient cottage walls.
‘Jamie, please fuck me. There’s no one else who does me like you.’
Jamie’s eyes widened like he’d been hit by every single birthday, Christmas and holiday at once. ‘With absolute pleasure,’ he said lowly. ‘Let me get one of our finest fucks off the rack and we can see how it fits the lady.’ He inched his cock to Alicia’s entrance softly teasing across the hot wetness pooling there.
‘How about this. Will this meet your requirements?’ he asked.
‘I’m sure it fits fine,’ Alicia said hazily. ‘I love the look of it. I’ll take it.’
‘Let me get you a carrier bag then.’ Jamie moved to the bedside drawers and retrieved a condom which he rolled down his stunning, thick length. And then, in the beat of a heart, Alicia was getting the fuck she had been coveting. Straight off the rack. No adjustments, no trying on for size. Just going home with the “never taking back to the shop in a million years” goods.
Having Jamie fill her once again blew every fantasy Alicia had whilst apart from him out of the water. His unremitting thickness possessed her completely and she gripped fast to him, trying to savour each fragment for as long as she could whilst on a runaway arousal train. That was what Jamie Butler did to her.
Jamie locked his gaze onto hers as he sunk lower into her. ‘Fuck, Leesh,’ he groaned. ‘What have you done to me?’
‘No, what have you done to me? Oh, Jamie. I…’ She pulled his face down to hers. ‘I love you in me. I love you. So much.’
‘Right back at you, Leesh. My cock inside your pussy is the best feeling in the world. I love you, like I’ve never loved anyone before.’
That was it. Alicia could hold back no more. The feeling of Jamie filling her was sensational, but this time it was his words that brought her orgasm thundering through the peaks and valleys and stole her ability to think, as it stormed into town trampling over everything from sentience to sentiment. Nothing else was possible except pulsing a relentless rhythm around Jamie’s cock until he was slappinghis hips against her like tomorrow was cancelled and shooting his climax into the pussy he had missed so much and that had missed him even more.
Chapter 36
Jamie
Jamie had left his phone in his parents’ house, of which he was glad as telling them he was coming back with Alicia would only lead to ridiculous overpreparation for her presence. He didn’t want the conversation around the table to be speculation and gossip; he’d rather they dealt with seeing Alicia on the spot. Also, he trusted that his family would be kind and welcoming.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked Alicia as they parked in front of the house.
‘A little nervous, but good,’ she admitted. Jamie could see her smile was laced with vulnerability. This hadn’t been how he’d hoped she’d meet his family, but they were together and that was what was important. He rubbed Alicia’s knuckles. ‘They’ll be way more nervous than you, trust me.’
Inside the house, Jamie’s family was still around the dinner table, talking and drinking wine. As he entered the room, they greeted him with various cries of ‘There you are’ and ‘Where’ve you been?’ and ‘Sorry,but we ate your food.’ But those stopped as soon as Alicia came into their line of vision.
‘Sorry I had to duck out.’ Jamie tucked his arm around Alicia’s waist. ‘To sort a few things. Everyone, this is Alicia. She’s going to join us, if that’s okay?’
Amanda Butler rose from the head of the table. ‘Of course it is, love. Alicia, it’s lovely to meet you.’ Jamie could tell that his mother recognised Alicia – she was a bit more switched on to things than he was and even owned a television now – but she feigned obliviousness and gave Alicia a gentle welcoming hug.
