Chapter 18 #4
Jamie was on his knees for this woman. Literally and metaphorically.
He’d spent the last half hour vacillating between intense sexual arousal and general disbelief that he was naked in a sauna with the most beautiful creature he had ever encountered.
And now here he was, gazing at her flawless body, ready and waiting for him to sink into her.
His cock was so engorged he could hardly bear it.
This was it. He moved over Alicia; rubbed his blunt end onto her wet core, transferring the lubrication to her soaking clit.
‘Oh, Jamie!’.
‘Just checking you’re ready.’
‘I’m so ready. Please, fuck me.’
And he would. It was a staggering experience for Jamie that a woman could be soaked like this for him. How was that possible? But this was not the time to ponder why. This was time to plunge deep into Alicia.
Plunge was what Jamie wanted to do, but one thing that he was conscious of from previous sexual experiences was that his size was not conducive to simply thrusting into a woman.
For this reason, he took it slow, a wee bit at a time.
And truthfully, it was enough for him, too.
Because, as the head of his cock edged into Alicia’s hot, drenched pussy, Jamie almost lost his mind.
How would he cope being fully inside this woman.
Filling her like he’d dreamed. Would he be able to last more than a few seconds?
‘You like that?’ he asked, stopping his thick end just an inch in, giving but withholding, watching laden lids, flushed cheeks, quivering lips under him. For him.
‘I… I… Yes. But please…please…Jamie… I need all of you…’
‘Oh, you’ll get all of me. Every inch of this cock is going to fill you, again and again and again.’
‘Oh, God!’
Jamie coaxed a little more into Alicia and reeled as her slick walls flexed against him, grasping him like a vice. Never had he been held by a pussy like this before.
‘You’re so tight and wet.’ He edged in a little further.
‘It’s you. You’re doing this to me. Please, Jamie. I need you in me.’
Holy blinding hell. Alicia needed him inside her. Needed all of him. What Jamie would have given to hear these words the past ten years. But now here they were and, man, was it worth every second of the wait.
Slowly, Jamie inched the entirety of his hard shaft into Alicia until he was buried far inside her. The world blurred and everything was heat. Heat in the sauna – it must be 100 degrees by now – heat inside Alicia, and heat burning in his own groin and out to every nerve ending of his body.
She pushed up to meet him. Slick, tight, and hungry.
‘Your pussy feels incredible.’ He was nearly a goner from all the blood draining from his brain.
Roaming his gaze over her feminine curves, he drank in her beautiful face luminous with perspiration and desire, those pert breasts with their puckered, suck me nipples, that utterly edible and fuckable sex. Where did I go so right in life?
But all the drinking in only made Jamie thirstier, made him crave the closest connection with her. Bearing down, he plunged his tongue into Alicia’s mouth and kissed her, simultaneously driving further into her pussy.
‘Fucking you might be the best feeling in the world.’ He husked the words onto her lips.
‘Mmm. I’ve never known a cock like yours, Jamie. Honestly. I need more. More.’
And what could he do but gift her the thing she was begging for?
Forget that his knees were being savaged by the unforgiving planks of the sauna bench, forget that they were both dangerously slick with each other’s sweat that they could slide onto the stone floor at any moment.
All that mattered was being inside this woman and making her come like the deserving goddess that she was.
Jamie pulled back, lubricated his swollen head with Alicia’s wetness again and rubbed it over her clit. She let out a plaintive whimper.
‘Please. Please. Fill me again.’
‘Aye, don’t worry,’ he reassured. ‘We’re going all in.’
Pistoning his hips, Jamie drove back into Alicia, dedicating every solid thrust to fulfilling her craving for him.
As hard as it had been for him to believe that was really what she wanted, Alicia’s body was clearly in tune with its own needs because with every inch of proud masculinity he gave her, that punctured whimpering grew into a gasping.
And that gasping rose to a moaning, rich and redolent.
And when, at last, her core crescendoed into a bucking and writhing frenzy beneath him – in a staggering moment Jamie would remember until the day he died – his name came rebounding off her lips like he was some kind of sexual saviour.
‘Jamie, you god. I’m coming round your cock.’
That was it. Hearing this declaration, and feeling Alicia clamping onto him, her muscles spasming relentlessly, Jamie growled like rumbling Scottish thunder.
Low and needy and feral. Whipped his hips against her ass.
Over and over and over, the pounding intensifying, urgent, hard, fast. He was right on the edge, his whole body stiffening as he chased his own climax – his cock the hardest of all.
Then it came. He came. Jamie was quaking and roaring and burning up as his release thundered through him at a cataclysmic speed.
This woman felt like nothing he’d ever known before.
This orgasm was like nothing he’d ever known before. He never, ever wanted it to end.