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Blind with need. That’s what he was, Jamie decided.
The heat that seemed to power his cock had been slowly building all night long and the second the sun peeked its head over the trees in the morning, Jamie had leapt from his makeshift bed, grabbed Ian, and immediately ridden home at full speed. His cock growing harder at every mile.
“Why don’t you show me exactly what you mean?” She had whispered, before kissing him, pressing into him with the same eagerness that he had shown her.
He grabbed her waist and flipped her around, pressing her back against the wardrobe once again. He kissed her lips briefly before moving to kiss a line down her neck, knowing that was the fastest way to get her blood flowing thicker and her breath blowing faster.
It worked. As he knew it would.
She let out a few soft sounds against his ear and he reached down to start grabbing for her skirts. He had thought about it on the ride home, very extensively, and had come to the decision that he would take her wherever he found her, no matter where it was. He had, in fact, been momentarily disappointed that she was not in the middle of the garden, for he would have easily just come up behind her, bent her over into the dirt, and—
Nevertheless, on the way up the stairs, he had suddenly decided that the bed would indeed be the ideal place. But now—with the warm skin of her neck under his lips, he had no qualms with lifting her up against the wall.
No, no, the bed. Definitely the bed. He decided finally, relishing in the idea of being able to throttle into her as hard and fast as he wanted without worrying about her head hitting the wardrobe.
Turning them again, he reached down and gripped the back of her thigh. She took his direction and lifted her leg to wrap around his hip, but before she could fully jump into his arms, they were crashing.
The armchair screeched as it slid, tipping precariously up onto its back legs from the force of Jamie and Claire’s collective bodies. It swayed, only for a second, before it fell over and crashed loudly into the wooden floor below.
Claire gasped, “Jamie! Be careful!”
They both grunted at the loud interruption, but neither stopped their lips from molding together, nor did they even open their eyes.
Lips squishing against hers, Jamie puttered out, “Dinna fash, I ken exactly where I’m—”
“Watch out!” Claire cried out as her hip came into contact with the side table that sat in between the armchairs in the center of their room.
No sooner had the words left her mouth before the table was also finding its way to the floor. Like the chair, the furniture knocked loudly when it hit the floor, followed by several smaller crashes that scattered two books, Jamie’s coat, and a candlestick (thankfully, unlit) across the rug.
While they had managed to avoid it with the chair, their run-in with the table resulted in the two of them losing their balance.
After a sharp gasp came a yell, Claire’s fingernails digging into Jamie’s arms as she tipped backwards and onto the carpet below. Jamie landed on top of her, the air whooshing from both of their lungs, and they immediately fell into an uproarious laughter.
Their giggles continued as Jamie inquired, “Are ye alright?”
He was kissing her before she even answered, his tongue pushing its way between her rosy lips and seeking out hers. He could make a compromise and take her on the floor. Yes, he could absolutely do that.
She let his tongue stroke hers for a moment before taking it between her teeth and playfully biting down on it. He withdrew, giving her a dangerous look to say that he was in no mood to play games today.
“I’m fine, but I fell right onto my arse.” She smiled back at him, wiggling her hips beneath him.
Squeezing his large hands between her body and the floor, he quickly cupped the body part in question, “Och, good thing ye have plenty of cushion down there, aye?”
She shoved at his shoulder, laughing, “I’ll have you know that I can feel a bruise forming.” Eyes twinkling, she added, “You should probably check for me.”
His eyes grew two shades darker as he narrowed them at her, “Later, Sassenach. I must have my cock inside ye. Now.”
Reaching for his pants, Jamie looked down only to be distracted when Claire’s hips thrust up into his as she whispered, “Did you lock the door? The boys were downstairs playing pirates earlier---”
She momentarily paused to let out a moan as Jamie attached his lips to her neck. She locked her fingers into the hair on the back of his neck, “—ahhh—they will come looking for you if they find out you’re back.”
“Then they will learn a verra valuable lesson about the importance of knocking, Sassenach. Come here.” He reached a hand under her skirts, letting one finger swipe through her folds, checking her readiness.
The high-pitched sigh that followed, plus the unmistakable wetness he found between her legs, gave Jamie all the permission he needed to move forward but Claire still shook her head.
“Germain has learned that lesson from us already, twice. And he still barged in here yesterday. Bolt the door, Grandpere.” She insisted, smirking up at him.
Jamie groaned, feeling his cock weeping from her unsatisfactory instructions. Leaning forward, he locked their lips together again, unable to help himself. He kissed the smirk off of her face and they subconsciously began to grind their hips together, their skirts and pants between them creating a deliciously frustrating friction.
Claire let out a cry when Jamie sped up, thrusting against her animalistically. He moaned into her neck before he grunted in anger and forced himself to back away and stand on shaking legs.
He was at the door in two strides, slamming the lock into place and turning back to Claire once more. She had lifted a knee and was tugging on one of her boots.
“What are ye doing?!” He asked, panic in his voice.
She looked up, smirking at him, “I’m getting undressed.” She spoke matter-of-factually, amused at his look of confusion.
He quickly took the two strides back to her, “Christ, Sassenach!” He fell to his knees, quickly grabbing her foot, still in its boot, “We dinna have time fer that!”
Laughing, she acquiesced, letting her foot fall back to the floor, shifting her hips to try and get into a comfortable position.
“This floor is hard,” she said, making an oof sound.
Jamie fumbled with his pants, “I ken, I’m sorry Sassenach, but I canna wait. I must have my cock inside you.”
He grunted, cursed, as he tried to pull open the flies on his pants.
She reached her arms towards his crotch, hooking two fingers into the pockets at either side of his pants and pulling him towards her, “Here. I’ll do that, and you grab me a pillow for my head.”
He hummed in agreement and looked around. There, in the armchair that sat a few feet away from the top of her head was a soft decorative pillow. He immediately shuffled up her body. His core hovered directly above her face as he stretched his arm out as far as it could reach along the ground above her head, just catching the corner of the pillow in between his two fingers.
His pelvis now inches from her face, she giggled madly under him as her nimble fingers worked to easily undo his buttons and Jamie imagined she was getting great pleasure out of picturing how they looked in that moment: his crotch in her face and his elbows digging into the carpet above her head to keep his weight off of her.
In seconds, she was pulling him out of his pants and Jamie cried out when her lips suddenly wrapped around his tip.
Fingers digging into the pillow that he had successfully retrieved, he lowered his forehead to the soft fabric, “Dia mo chuideachadh*.”
She sucked generously. Unnecessarily, as well, as he was already turning a slightly purple shade at the tip from being hard his entire horse ride home.
She moaned around him and his hips bucked forward, unable to help himself from thrusting further into his mouth. He immediately tried to withdraw, feeling instantly terrible that he had unwillingly tried to force her. But she took his length in easily, humming happily as the fingers of her free hand danced under his shirt to draw lines across his abdominal muscles.
Her fingers were soft, gentle, tickling him almost as she traced the line that connected his lower abs and obliques into a sharp V shape above his core as she enthusiastically wiggled her tongue against the underside of his cock.
At his subsequent groan, he felt her smile widen around his length and he closed his eyes in pleasure as she released him in order to use her hot tongue to lick the bulging vein that ran the length of him before enveloping him completely in her mouth again. Breathily, he chanted into the pillow messily, “For Christ’s sake, woman, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Laughing now, she withdrew until just the tip of him remained on her warm, wet, tongue. She spoke, her words slightly muffled around his width and her lips brushing against him, “Do you love me? Or my mouth?”
She took another long suck of him and then giggled as he moaned his response, “Well, I do like yer mouth verra much, Sassenach.” He was having trouble breathing well enough to speak, let alone think properly.
He groaned as she licked what was leaking from his tip, and when she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and hummed at the satisfying taste, Jamie knew he had very little time left.
Just as she eagerly dove her tongue forward again for another taste, Jamie tensed every muscle in his body and forced himself to shuffle back down her taut form until they were face to face once again.
Her lips were wet with him, and he bent to kiss it off of her. He made a noise in the back of his throat, kissed her once and then spoke again, lips still touching, “Aye, I like this mouth, ye ken it well.” He licked a line across her plump bottom lip, “but I like it because it’s yer mouth, mo nighean donn. And I like you.”
He simultaneously shoved the pillow under her head while using his other hand to fling her skirts into every which way, trying to get them as much out of his way as possible.
The fabric flew up, flying over her face and then she was cackling under the thick fabric. They both wheezed from laughter as they tried to uncover her again. When her head emerged, her curls were strewn about, one falling into her eyes and one laying across her cheek, which was bright red from laughter.
“I’ll be happy to go into great detail about all the reasons I like you. Later. But for now, I must have my cock—”
“Inside me, yes, you’ve mentioned that.”
She smiled up at him, spreading her legs and reaching for his shoulders to welcome him into her body.
He spent no more than two seconds getting into position before he was in her to the hilt. He almost came the second he was finally enveloped by her soft folds and squeezed by her hot and wet inner walls.
Since the beginning, she had always made one of several sounds when he entered her, and today’s sound was just as familiar to Jamie as the rest. He liked to try and guess which sound she would make. Sometimes he was right, and that felt good, to know that he knew his wife’s body so well. But when he was wrong was nice too, knowing that he could still be surprised by her.
This time, it was a soft sound. Like a hum mixed with a sigh. She exhaled around the hum, as if she had been holding her breath and the only thing that enabled her to breathe again was him, slowly pushing into her, filling her up in the most exquisite way.
Looking down at her, face overtaken with pleasure, Jamie was overcome with joy. To see her like this…happy. Truly, happy. To be able to please her in this way, to be able to completely empty her mind of nothing but him…it was a task he happily took in. It was his responsibility to make sure she always felt this way…his goddess. His wife. His Sorcha.
“Oh God.” He sighed.
She grinned, his heart leapt at the sight, and she squeezed her thighs into his hips, “God, am I?” She thrust her hips, encouraging his to rear back and thrust again, without him even meaning to.
“I’m no’ a blasphemer, Sassenach, but I do worship ye….” He thrust into her again, making them both cry out.
Jamie was no longer thinking. He moved only from feeling, from pleasure. His body knowing exactly how fast to thrust and how hard to grind in order to work in perfect tandem with hers. It was a well-practiced act, making love to Claire. Something that was just as much a part of him as his limbs, or his blood. It had been that way since the first -- and yet, no matter how natural it felt or how many times they had reached this place together, the pleasure never diminished.
White hot strings of pleasure shot through his thighs and down his legs and he felt his muscles starting to twitch.
His forehead fell to hers and she wrapped her arms under his and placed her hands on the backs of his shoulder blades. Her eyes were closed, mouth open in pleasure as she moaned under him. He placed one particularly deep thrust and she practically squeaked in surprise, lips inches from his.
Her wee sounds, like always, sent new waves of pleasure down to his core and his breath came out in sharp bursts against her face, “I canna—” he grunted against her lips.
She gasped herself as he began to pump into her at a much faster pace, his cock desperate for release. Opening her eyes when he spoke, she rubbed her nose across his before answering.
“It’s alright, Jamie, just take what you need.” She huffed against his cheek, her breathing increasing as he thrust in and out of her. She emphasized her words by locking her ankles around his back, her left boot digging into his buttocks as he moved.
He needed no more encouragement before he found himself cresting over the edge and falling into climax, hard.
Their noses squished together as he lost himself completely, emptying himself into her. He let out a cry that he had only ever heard himself make when he was inside of her or wielding a sword. If his mind was capable of thought, he might once again consider the similarities between bedding Claire and storming the battlefield. One of these was significantly more enjoyable than the other.
She pulled him into her, allowing the weight of his head to fall into her neck and the weight of his body to crush unceremoniously into hers. Not only was she taking everything his cock gave her into herself, but she was also letting the tension from his muscles to absorb into her own. She stroked his back and hair, making gentle shh-ing sounds as Jamie continued to pant in her shoulder.
His cock finally seemed sufficiently pleased for the time being and Jamie slowly began to summon the strength to get up and help her to find the same satisfied feeling.
Before he could withdraw, though, he felt her inner muscles constricting tightly around his length. Feeling her thigh tremble under his thick leg, he realized that she was a lot closer than he had thought.
He ran a hand slowly down her body and placed a finger against her tight, sensitive, bud. It was hard, protruding out, and begging for his attention. He obliged, rubbing quick circles around it with two fingers.
She sighed out a whine, and Jamie increased the speed of his fingers as his lips closed around a chunk of skin from her neck. His cock had been slowly softening after its release, but he managed to pull it out halfway and give her one more, deep, thrust.
As he had intended, this helped her to reach climax and she cried out, digging her fingers into his arm. His fingers continued their strokes and she used her free hand to pull him to her lips by the back of his neck.
Her breath was harsh, fast, and shallow as she arched her back and pressed her chest into his in pleasure. Her eyes had once again closed in rapture, but her lips tried their best to connect with his, despite her now continuous high-pitched moaning. He chose to lock his lips onto her jawline instead, kissing her softly as she rode out her climax.
It was a soft one, this ecstasy she was experiencing. Softer than when he took his time with her, and much softer than when he focused only on her. It was not a blind kind of falling over a white-hot precipice, but more of a gentle rolling over a warm and grassy hillside.
Despite its perhaps lower intensity, Claire flexed her knee up and slammed her foot down as her hips thrust upwards in an involuntary twitch. The heel of her boot clunked loudly against the wood floor and echoed in the otherwise quiet room, as Jamie’s breathing had slowly returned to normal.
Hers was getting there as well, and Jamie finally slipped out of her as she came back down from her peak. He slid off her but stayed close to her side as he carefully tucked himself back into his pants.
She stretched languidly, one leg bending and falling open against his, and her arms reaching up above her head as her back arched one last time. He traced a hand down the long, stretching, line of her body, starting at her neck and slowly going down her bare sternum, over her corset, her long arching belly, and finally coming to rest on the top of her thigh.
Falling relaxed, she tucked her hands under her head and lay back as Jamie leaned in and began peppering her with kisses.
With soft lips, he lay pecks across her lips, cheeks, chin, neck, and sternum as she sighed contently, rolling her head to one side so he could access more of her neck. He smiled at her silent request but was happy to indulge her, making sure to kiss and lick every inch from the top shell of her ear all the way down to her collarbones.
Finally, they both sighed as Jamie sat back and propped his elbow up on the floor, looking down at her.
Eyes still closed, Claire felt his gaze upon her anyway and hummed bemusedly.
He responded with a similar noise, “Yer smiling. Nice, was it?”
Smiling more widely, elbows sticking out as her hands stayed locked behind her head as she opened her eyes to meet his gaze, “Actually, I was trying to rank your words… ‘I like you, I love you…’”
She rolled towards him onto her side, taking one hand from behind her head and tucking it in between their bodies, “….‘I worship you’, ‘I must have my cock inside you’ in terms of the relative sincerity…”
Her smile was teasing and warm and he furled a brow at her to show his seriousness, “I meant every word of it.”
“Especially the last one.” She whispered and he nodded, “Especially the last one.”