HighlandHeat

by Tilly Greene

  He smoothed his hands over her parted limbs. From the silk stockings to her soft flesh, he used his thumbs to awaken the taut skin leading to her plump and pink lower lips.

  “Mmmm,” he swiped out a tongue, tracing it along her slit. “Can you see, sweetheart? I don’t ever want you to think you’re missing something important.” He turned the words she’d spoken on their first night together back to her.

  “Oh Hamish, I see you…uhhh.”

  Not able to wait any longer before tasting paradise, he slipped his tongue into her heated depths and pulled it out with the taste of her in his mouth. Her essence was perfect. It teased his taste buds like fine champagne.

  “Delicious.” He dragged out the word as he whispered praise into her pussy.

  He slid a hand up and over her mound, leaving his thumb in the position to nudge her clit free. When the hard kernel was exposed, he pressed down and rubbed the digit over the bundle, wringing screams of pleasure from his mate. Her reaction brought him even more unimagined joy. This was heaven.

  “Yes!”

  Pulling his tongue free, he savored her honey and immediately went right back in for more. “You’re a tasty treat, my sweet lass.” She was close to coming. At least the clenching of her pussy around his tongue suggested that she was. “One I’ll never get enough of.”

  “Ha-mish!”

  “Uh-hum.”

  “Please, please…”

  Using his pinching grip on her nub, he gently rocked her suspended body on and off his thrusting tongue. Sometimes his nose nudged the treasure trapped between his fingers, bringing more groans of passion from her lips.

  “Come in my mouth, baby.” He’d fantasized this exact experience so often he couldn’t believe it was really happening. Now that it was here and not a dream, he wanted it all. Not just to feel and hear her fall apart around him, but to see her splinter on his mouth. He’d needed to see the way her gray eyes softened before her lids lowered. See how her lips parted while panting with pleasure. To know by his own sight that her breasts jostled beautifully with her every breath and from her body’s soft landing against his face.

  Taking her this way was so personal. It was bliss in motion. This experience was what he’d desired, and on the next curling of his tongue against her sugared walls, she climaxed around his tongue.

  Quickly, he stabbed in and out of her pulsating grip, loving how she looked swimming in the pools of their passion. He’d missed this pleasure when they loved in darkness, and now he never would again.

  When he felt her body go lax, Hamish stepped back and took in the entire picture with his lover at the center. She was splayed and satisfied, divine in her satisfied state.

  “You are stunning.” He couldn’t stop his hand from covering his trouser-covered hard cock, squeezing it in a bid to ease his own needs. Silently, he assured himself he’d soon dip into her warmth again, unfortunately that wasn’t enough to relieve the urgency rising in him. Without any further delays, he needed them to be as intimately connected as they could be.

  Moving to the wall, he used the lever to carefully lower the swing with his woman in it. After again securing the straps, he went over and helped release Grace until he held her in his arms. Kissing her softly, she managed to tell him what she wanted.

  “Take me, lover. Please put your marvelous cock inside my pussy and take me.”

  “I will, but tonight is all about firsts. I want to love you on a bed, unlike any other time we’ve been there before.”

  She reached up and took hold of his horns, pulling his head down.

  “Now, Hamish, don’t make me wait any longer.”

  He walked over to the bed and gently lowered her to the soft sheets. The sight she presented was one he would hold forever. Her voluptuous form satiated from coming and ripe for more. Unable to tear his gaze from her, he gave her something he believed she wanted. He slowed things down while he took the time to look and be looked at by his lover.

  When it finally felt right, he grasped hold of one of her beautiful legs and brought it up to rest on his shoulder. While watching her bare mound, he realized how much he wanted to open his pants and plunge his cock into her deepest depths. Another time. Tonight he wanted to go slow, take pleasure in the sensual sight she presented, and before he lost himself inside her body.

  “You’re such a gorgeous woman with a bald pussy. You should know I’ll never get enough of your breasts. I want to latch onto them and never let go.” He gave her his honesty. Unable to shake his awe over her curvaceous form, Hamish had to let her know exactly what she did to him, how she made him feel when he looked at her, touched her.

  Easing her shoe off, he dropped it behind him, reached down and used his fingertips to gently work her stocking down over her thigh. He liked how she placed her hands on the bed behind her to hold herself upright so she could watch him, although it didn’t last long. She gasped loudly and fell back when he leaned down and took a nibbling bite from her uncovered inner knee. Using his tongue, he followed the rest of the stocking down to her ankle before he pulled it off, dropped it over his shoulder and gnawed on her instep.

  “Hamish!” He liked hearing his name on a gasp from her. He threw his head back and tossed his wild mane of hair, feeling freedom fill him. He wanted to shout at the top of his lungs. Shout for her and the unconditional pleasure they shared.

  “You’re such a tasty morsel to feast upon,” he whispered before moving on to enjoy her other leg until she was splayed before him. Having her naked, wet and ready for his possession was what he wanted.

  “I love it when you strip for me, are naked for me. Now I’m going to offer you the same thing.”

  Again Grace braced herself on her elbows, making it clear she wanted to see what he did next and he didn’t want to disappoint her.

  After he finished unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled it off and dropped it down at his side. Keeping his gaze locked to hers, he unfastened and slowly unzipped his trousers. Hungry and eager for her, his cock thrust out from his open placket.

  “You’re a very handsome man, Hamish Buchanan. And you know the superior piece of flesh resting between your legs is stunning. A perfect fit for me.” She bent her legs, pulled her gaze from his rod and looked him in the eye. “Stripping for me is delightful, but right now I need you inside me.”

  He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. At the end of the bed, he opened the cabinet and pulled out a condom. Hamish tore the package open, pulled out a rubber and smoothed it over his raging hard-on. As he set his knee on the bed to crawl between her legs, Grace lay down and held her arms out, offering him the perfect place to settle into.

  “I’m trying to go slow, to enjoy this moment to the fullest.”

  “There’s no need, lover, we have forever to share our love for each other. Right now you have a very serious problem. I’m hungry for you and your cock. You need to put out this burning desire you’ve created by thrusting that quality shaft inside me and take me as only you can. Otherwise, I’m taking you.”

  “Tough choice. Now, while I want you riding me, tonight I have a plan, so…” In one stroke he thrust inside her until he bottomed out.

  “Uhhh! Ha-amish!”

  Holding himself on his elbows allowed him to see her face, feel her tight breasts drag against his chest as he fucked in and out of her slick clasp. He watched her eyes dilate and become all big, black pupils. Her lips opened as she panted, moaned, even groaned his name, and he thrived on driving each and every one from her mouth.

  “Here, baby girl, is this what you like? A cock driving hard in and out of you?”

  “Yes! Uhhh! No! No, your, your, your cock!”

  “Oh, shit!” It was such an incredible sight watching her wallow in his loving. He lost it when she reached up, grasped hold of his ram horns and pulled his head down until a mere breath separated their lips.

  It was an unmatched feeling to face her while they loved. To feel her breath on his face and have her gaze co
nnected with his and her hands on his horns. This was unlike anything he’d expected and never wanted it to end. She was free to touch him, all of him and she did with passion. Their loving was always beautiful, but it became utterly erotic when she reached out and held onto the one thing that was so much a part of him—his horns.

  Until Grace touched, no, stroked them as she would his cock, he hadn’t realized how big a part they played in his sexual desire. With each pass of her hands over the bones or when she gripped them, his rod swelled further with need and his breath caught in the back of his throat. Her gentle hands on his hard horns led the charge of intense feelings rushing through him in his quest for climax.

  “Ha-a-m…” He watched her eyes widen before they lost focus when she arrived on the precipice of an orgasm. Her pussy started to rhythmically pulsate around his plunging rod. Over and over again, her moist channel gripped at him, tried to pull him in deeper and keep him there. It was difficult for him to plow his thick length through the tight path, although he kept trying. Thrusting through the hold to reach his part of heaven found in the furthest reaches of his mate.

  “Do you hear that, baby? Do you? That’s what a tight, lush, all woman sounds like. My woman.”

  “Ha-a-mish!” With a cry, she shattered around his cock.

  Grace kept screaming as her cunt pulled his rod in and beat a rhythm all its own against it. She fiercely clenched him and it took great effort for him to pull out before he plunged in again. Watching her climax had his come boiling in his balls, eager to be released.

  He rose up on his knees and kept his head down low enough so she could maintain her hold on his horns. The feel of her soft delicate hands on the hard bone of his curling protrusions seemed to entice her further and brought out the beast in him.

  “Sorry, baby. Sorry.” With all his weight and strength behind him, he lifted her hips and plowed her depths. Over and over again. Harder, faster, he thrust his thick rod into her wet slit. He watched his cock move in and out of her gentle clasp. Her lower folds were spread wide to accommodate his girth. Hamish couldn’t move his eyes away from the sight of his rough flesh being gripped by her soft sensuous body.

  Grunting with the effort to give every bit of himself to her and in return feel all the pleasure he knew was possible between them, kept him pushing and striving for release.

  “Hamish! Hamish!”

  Looking up, he paused at her breasts and watched as they bounced wildly with his untamed fucking. His eyes trailed up further, caught her gray gaze and was lost. Her grip on his horns was firm and he realized there was no way she was going to let go, ever.

  “Grace!” With his shout, cum was propelled down his hard rod, blasting against the end of his condom. He kept fucking her as if he was a machine. There was no way he would ever stop showing his love for this woman with his body.

  In time, when he had no more strength left, he rolled to his side, taking her with him. He wanted them to remain connected this way forever. Hamish kissed her gently, lovingly, with his heart and soul opened to Grace.

  “Oh lass, did I hurt you?” When a small bit of common sense finally returned to his thought process, he worried he’d harmed her when it felt as if the animal in him was taking his mate.

  “No, never. You love me as thoroughly as I want and need.” She kissed him softly, with her eyes wide opened, all while maintaining a firm hold on his horns. “Hamish? I truly love your horns.”

  * * * * *

  “Sweetheart, I still don’t think I can leave the house yet.”

  She shouldn’t find it funny, but there was no discontent present in his claim. In fact, he sounded rather pleased with his present predicament and had no problem letting her know it.

  “It’s been almost two weeks since you’ve been out in daylight, are you all right?” Grace asked with concern.

  “Yup, I’m fine. You should know that this is all your fault.” There was a wicked grin on his face as he spoke.

  “My fault?” The frown wasn’t real. She knew exactly where this conversation was leading.

  “Oh, yes! I’m sure if you’d fuck me for at least a month of nights and days without stopping, then I imagine I’d pass out from exhaustion. Once I’m out, then you could stuff me in the back of the car and drive me up to Scotland. We can go to my estate, have as much sex as we want, whenever or wherever we want. I won’t have to worry about my horns being seen or anything like that if we’re there.”

  One of their favorite ways to spend time together was sharing a tub full of bubble bath and they were indulging themselves. Regardless of being completely sleep-deprived and recently satisfied, she found it interesting that his horns were still at full curl and his rod was ready for more. He’d have to wait, because despite how he was approaching it, this was a serious conversation.

  “Hamish, I need to work. There isn’t anyone else I can hand the business over to. It’s all up to me and I want to keep it that way. Did you know I haven’t sat down at the drawing board to do any design work in ages? I have commitments to others to fulfill, special orders to work on, and a business to run.”

  “I know, you’re very good at it. Maybe if you moved your work things here, then we could always be close enough for a couple of quickies. That might make it all right until you’re finished for the day.”

  “An inspiring idea, although I might have a problem with it. The more you have your way with me, the less inclined you’ll be to need itconstantly. And not far from that point is your not needing me at all.” While her tone suggested she was merely teasing him, it was still a sad thought for her to have. She loved his wanting her so fiercely and constantly and didn’t want it diminish one bit. Even after he’d thoroughly had his wicked way with her, he was almost always hard and ready for more.

  Despite this rolling through her mind, when she looked over at him, she couldn’t help but smile with happiness. The big powerful man, known for his cool reserved presence in the business world, had tiny white bubbles decorating his horns where she’d been holding them while riding him a few minutes earlier.

  “Sweetheart, I don’t think the day will ever come when I don’t want you as much, if not more, than I want my next breath. We make beautiful love together and will make fabulous babies as well. Trust me, there’s no one else for me.”

  Going with the water’s flow, she eased her way over to straddle him again. Teasing her pussy over his hard-on, she took hold of his horns, tilted his head back and moved her lips until she was almost touching his.

  “Hamish, my love, I was wondering…”

  “Yes, lass? Could you shift a little further this way and slip your sweet cunt over my rod. Ahhh, yes, right there.”

  “I’m an old-fashioned girl at heart and you keep mentioning children…” Gravity took over and her pussy slowly slipped down, accepting his cock. No matter how many times she had him, he still managed to steal her breath when he entered her. It was a pleasure to have him inside her, although it took a few seconds to get used to his possession.

  “Mmm, yes, lots of kids. You’ll look incredible swollen with our babies. I wonder how much larger your breasts will get? You know I adore these delightful mounds. By the way, have you realized I’m not wearing a condom?”

  She moved up and then settled back down over him, giving her chest an extra shake to make sure she had his full attention. He groaned and reached out to put his hands on her hips in order to take over their movement, except she wasn’t ready to do this. Not quite yet.

  “Yes, I do, and you feel delicious bare inside me.”

  “You feel pretty damn good as well. You should know I have a hunkering for a little cherub with white blonde curls to share a tea party with or a lad with your feistiness to kick a football around with. Yes, babies, lots of babies.”

  “Hamish?”

  “Hmmm.” He leaned up and took one of her nipples in his mouth. The pressure to move and take over their loving increased until she could hardly remember what she’d bee
n trying to say.

  “I want to go home.”

  “What? What do you mean?” Water splashed all over the floor when he rushed to sit up in the full tub.

  “I want to go back to Scotland. That’s home. I don’t live here in London. This isn’t where I want to raise a family or anything else. This is the longest I’ve ever stayed down here and I’m going crazy. I like to visit this city, the ladies in the shop, but not to live here. Let’s leave tonight. We can be up to my place in Edinburgh around dawn if we don’t stop except for gas.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry for not realizing you needed to escape the city as much as I do. I’ve remained here because you were here. We’ll head north and get on with our lives.” He held her close and pressed a sweet kiss on her lips. “What do you think about my finding a private creative space for you to work in, would you then move to my place up in the Highlands? I know you need to visit all your shops, work endless hours, but can my estate be the place you call home? I’m serious, you are my life and I want to be there with you.”

  “Hamish, by any chance are you asking me to marry you?”

  “Of course I am! You just told me you’re old-fashioned, well, so am I. You’re my heart, my forever. Now give me your answer.”

  “Yes!”

  “Good. Now, come here and let’s make some headway on starting our family.”

  “Hmmm, good idea, my horny man.”

  Chapter Eleven

  The Highlands, Scotland

  Unlike his place in London, Hamish’s house in the Highlands was a large, grand old castle that had been perfectly preserved and brought gently into contemporary times. The stone made it appear solid, timeless, an unmovable presence. Grace hadn’t doubted that this was the type of place he’d choose to live in, although it was even more impressive than she’d imagined. Silly, really, she knew firsthand that the man didn’t do anything by half measures.

  His estate was huge, wild and suited him perfectly. After seeing him in this environment, she couldn’t picture him anywhere else. The original structure was an Edwardian hunting lodge, built by some remote member of the royal family. It had been added to many times since then and yet had managed to maintain its charm.