The door slams shut, and his hands are all over me, his mouth on mine. He grabs me by the neck and kisses me hungrily. I can feel his smell. It’s intoxicating, so familiar and so him, so home, it drives me absolutely insane.
He dragged me here, to an unknown place, and said he wanted to talk . But who are we kidding? How am I supposed to even think when his fingers run through my curls, sending shivers down my spine and he is sucking my lips.
“We can’t keep doing this anymore, Jamie,” I say. I try. But he’s not listening. He starts unbuttoning my shirt, takes it off me in one quick movement and throws it onto the floor. I’m exposed. His lips travel down my neck to my chest, and he pushes me against the wall. The wall of a cheap hotel room in the middle of nowhere. Where no one knows us; where no one will see us.
His tongue is leaving wet traces over the area between my breasts and I start shivering, running my hands through his red hair, encouraging him against my own will, against my brain.
“Ye want this just as much as I do, Sassenach,” he breathes out and starts licking my already hardened nipples. “I canna stop this and neither can ye”.
I lose my mind. Every time I feel his mouth on my skin, I black out and nothing else matters anymore. He’s grinding against me and I feel my back hit the rough wall. And then, his mouth is going down, his lips find my stomach, his tongue begins doing circles around my navel. “Oh god,” I let out, my knees trembling.
“I can smell how aroused ye are, Sassenach,” he says as he falls on his knees and his hands start unzipping my jeans, pulling them down my shaking legs. “Ye must be so wet. I’m losing every piece of my fucking mind. Canna wait to taste ye… I missed ye so much.”
He speaks and I feel like I’m drunk. Each time is like the first time. My head is dizzy, and I’m lost all over again. It’s like I’m under his power, the power of his hands, and his mouth. This desire is blinding me. The air gets heavy, hot, and suffocating.
“Just...fuck me. Fuck me, Jamie…” I mumble and the next moment he yanks down my underwear, spreads my legs and digs his mouth into my hot flesh. “Oh god. Yes...” I breathe out and bite my bottom lip.
“Yer so fucking hot... So wet for me,” he licks me vigorously and holds my thighs to keep me steady.
I place one of my legs on his shoulder to give him a better access to my burning core, to let him in deeper.
“Jamie I’m close, I’m… I’m gonna come...” I whimper, amazed as ever by his ability to drive me to orgasm within seconds, using just his tongue and lips. He sucks, and licks and bites, and I can’t take it anymore, the heat is rising inside me. And then, he stops.
“What the hell, why did you stop?” I protest, and he gets up to give me a kiss. I know that he wants me to taste myself, and I moan into his mouth in pleasure. I give up. I'm gone.
“Bed. Now.” He hisses and grabs my hand to take me to the room. To take me fully. I can barely walk and when my legs touch the edge of the bed, he whispers, “On your knees.”
My brain is no longer functioning. I obey as I crawl onto the bed and stand on my knees. I’m using my arms to support myself, ass in the air. He's undressing and within seconds I feel him position himself behind me, and his hardness touches my buttocks as he starts fondling my arse. I’m sweating and dripping wet and ready to beg as his fingers travel across my flesh.
He leans and whispers into my ear, “I’m gonna fuck ye senseless.”
He won’t let me finish, he enters me roughly and starts moving right away, roaring like a hungry beast. My heart is pounding in my ears, and all I want to do is scream. Sweet, sweet and delicious pain. He pulls out and then rides back in. His right hand goes under me, and he grabs my boob and pinches my nipple. Then, his left hand travels between my legs and his thumb finds my clit. He wants to bring pleasure to every part of my body and I know that I don’t mind.
“Yer so tight, so wet, Christ!” He exclaims, breathing heavily.
The room is filled with nothing but the sounds of our sins as he takes me. Deep in my mind I know this had to end a long time ago, but not now, not when it’s him deep inside me and my body shakes and, oh-
“Fuck, oh god, fuck,” I gasp out when he starts rubbing my clit to drive me closer to the edge.
“Scream for me, come for me, come on my cock, let me feel ye,” he groans and quickens his movements.
I know that I don’t have to tell him that I am close, he can feel it himself. He knows my body better than I know it, and so I clench around him, and I lose it, and I come hard. It takes everything in me not to scream out loud, and I feel him follow right after me, his breathing hitches.
He pulls out and turns me over, I fall onto the pillow, and he leans down to kiss me. I’m powerless. I can’t respond to the kiss, I can’t breathe, can’t move and can’t even open my eyes.
“Look at me, Claire, look at me,” he demands as he keeps kissing my swollen lips, massaging my right breast, and my eyes fly open. I stare at him and just want to cry. He is so good and feels so good. I feel hot and wanted with him and have the best sex in my life with him.
He makes me feel alive. He makes me feel me. But I know that I can’t do this anymore.
“Jamie, we can’t… we can’t keep doing this.” I whisper, touching his cheek.
“Please, sassenach...” He rolls over, falls on his back and stares at the ceiling. “Why do ye have to bring this up again?”
I take his left hand and trace my fingers along the golden band on his ring finger. “That’s why,” I say feeling pain in my chest, a huge lump forming in my throat.
“You’re still married. It has to stop.”