#alexander malcolm

I swallowed thickly and gazed over at him, watching his eyes sparkle in the light of the moon as he kept his eyes on my leg and the slow reveal of skin. His hand was rough with callouses as it smoothed over my thigh and under the material gathered around my pelvis, moving through pubic hair and gently resting over my core. His eyes met mine then, noticing the flush that had risen up my neck and into my cheeks, my breath speeding up, my heart hammering in my chest.

Jamie hummed as he pushed a finger inside me, curling it experimentally to watch my mouth drop open and eyes close. “You’re so wet,” he mused, kissing at the corner of my mouth and biting gently at my lower lip. I moaned as a second finger slipped inside me, stretching, filling. He curled his fingers again, once in tandem then at different times, one after the other. My walls clenched in anticipation and my lip popped free from between his teeth as he grinned.

“So eager,” his R rolled, making me shiver. “Jamie,” I panted, “Want you,” I tried to roll towards him, reaching for his hand. His fingers withdrew from me and grabbed at my hand pinning it above my head, the grass itching at my skin. “I want to watch ye,” he said, dark blue eyes boring into mine, waiting for me to give in. Jamie lowered his mouth to mine, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, taking the breath from my lungs. His grip around my wrist loosened and I held his hand, moving it back down my body, between my legs. His fingers under mine as I guided him into me, thumb towards my bud. Jamie pulled back, slightly out of breath, and watched me while he plunged two fingers inside my warmth, rubbing circles around my bundle of nerves. I gasped, eyes closing and back arching, my toes curled in their boots, as I opened my legs wider for him. “Tha’s it,” He cooed, lowering his mouth to the plump rise of my breast, near where my nipple was concealed by the top of my dress. His mouth and tongue left a trail as he moved over my breast, the air cool against the spot he left.