Chapter 35 #2
Alicia reeled. Jamie had her well and truly over one of his whisky barrels with his words, his actions, his humility. And now, here he was telling her that he loved her and wondering if only he felt that way. He definitely was not alone. She was so in love with him, too. She put down the bottle.
‘Oh, Jamie.’
Jamie groaned. ‘Now, last time you said that it was good. Is it too much to expect it to be good this time, too.’
‘No, not at all. It’s the least you should expect. I’m your girl, Jamie. Your woman. I love you too. So much so that I don’t know how to express it in words.’
Jamie nodded in assent, came to Alicia and scooped her face into his capable hands. ‘We don’t need words,’ he murmured. And he was right, who’d choose to talk when the alternative was to be kissed by Jamie Butler? To meld her body into his until they were as one like warm blended whisky.
When they pulled back from the kiss, Alicia’s attention was drawn to the bottle sitting on the table. A smile fell across Jamie’s face.
‘Can’t keep your eyes off it, huh? Shall we go upstairs and you can have the real life version?’
‘Yes please. Although what about Christmas dinner?’
‘What about it?’
‘Um… Nothing I guess.’
‘Aye, that’s what I thought.’ Jamie captured Alicia’s mouth in another scene stealing kiss, before lifting her into his arms and carrying her up the stairs. ‘You should only be hungry for one thing.’
‘Oh, I was only being polite.’
‘Dinnae be polite around me, lass,’ he quipped in Scots as they entered the bedroom. ‘I’m about tae get pretty damned impolite with you.’
‘Promises, promises.’
‘Aye. And I intend to keep them.’
‘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 slapping his 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.