She worked on removing the rest of my clothes as I tried to gather my thoughts, which was difficult the more naked I got. “Are you serious?”
Nairie looked down at me and stroked my chest. She looked like an angel. The glow from our sex and the firelight made my breath catch.
“Yes.” She trailed her fingernails along my hard chest, “Now, are you going to make good on your promise? Was that really just the first orgasm?”
I flipped her over and pressed my body against her. “You’re a lot mouthier than I remember.”
Nairie laughed. “You bring it out in me.”
I hummed and started kissing her neck and cleavage. “I hope you weren’t wearing this when my mother let you in.”
Nairie chuckled. “No, although she would probably approve. She kept hinting at wanting a lot of grandbabies.”
I barked out a laugh. “I’m okay with that.”
My cock was already hardening again, and I ground my hips, sliding my dick into her folds that were messy and wet from our release.
Nairie’s breath hitched, and I groaned. I ripped off her top so we were both naked and writhing.
“You’d really want to get pregnant right now?” She let out a gasp as I moved down her body, trailing kisses in my wake. “I just got here, and we’ve been dating for two seconds.”
I looked up at her from between her legs. “I want to fill you up with my cum every day. And I want everyone to know what’s mine.”
I lowered to her glistening pussy and licked up her seam. “Marrying you. Getting you pregnant. Building a life together. I want it all. And I get what I want.”
Nairie sucked in a breath. “You’re pretty confident.”
I swirled my tongue around her clit, lightly grazing my teeth against her. “Now, I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house.”
Nairie moaned. “Yes, please.”
And like everything I promised, I made good on my word.
Chapter 23
Nairie
To say I was sore the next day was an understatement. I don’t know how many orgasms I had since William did indeed fuck me on every surface of his house. Over a month apart apparently tripled his stamina, and we were at it all night. We were still wrapped up in bed, William’s fluffy white sheets surrounding us like billowy clouds. He had a fireplace in his bedroom that warmed up the chilly stone walls and floor, but I was currently burrowed into his large arms and chest like he was my own personal furnace. I listened to his heartbeat and smiled contentedly. I liked to stare at his myriad of tattoos like they were a story weaving across his body. William gently stroked my arms as we savored the morning together in comfortable silence.
William’s voice was deep and husky when he spoke. “When do you start the next mural in Edinburgh?”
“Not for a couple of weeks.”
“So I’ll have time to give you some tours around Inverness?”
“Yes. What should we do first?”
William gently played with the ends of my hair. I looked up into his eyes. They were sated and devoted. This man loved me, and I couldn’t believe my luck.
He pulled me in for a long kiss. “I’ll show you around the inn and introduce you to everyone. Then wecan go on a hike with my mum.”
“You’ll have time? I know the inn needs you.”
“I’ll always make time for you.”
He kissed me thoroughly, and I felt warm and tingly again.
I squirmed against him, and he laughed. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”
