Hamish was in heaven. He pulled Amanda onto his lap and held her as if he would never let her go. This was what he had wanted to do almost since the first time he saw her, even when he thought she was working for his brother. She was the woman he needed in every way, but it had taken him a long time to realise it.
His body knew it now, however. As he drew her closer to him so that they were pressed firmly together, breast to chest, he felt himself stiffen so hard that it was almost painful. Hamish gently parted Amanda’s lips with his tongue and slipped inside her warm mouth so that he could stroke hers.
She froze for a second, then began to imitate him, and he sighed with satisfaction. Eventually, they drew apart and looked at each other, then Hamish smiled and said huskily, “Do you know how long I have wanted to do that?”
“No,” Amanda replied, returning his smile.
“It seems like forever,” he told her tenderly. “Almost from the first moment I saw you, and when I saw what you could do, and how people respond to you, I wanted to know you better, Amanda. I still do—in every way.” He said the last three words in a tone that left Amanda in no doubt as to what he meant.
“You want to know me?” she murmured. “Hamish, I want you to know me better. I want to be yours so much. Please. Tell me what you want to do.”
Hamish cupped Amanda’s face, gazing into beautiful eyes that were the colour of autumn heather.
“I want to give you so much pleasure, Amanda. I want you to scream my name and beg me not to stop. Tell me, have you been with a man before?”
Amanda shook her head, her cheeks colouring. “No. Never,” she replied softly. “But I want to be… with you.”
Hamish felt a surge of triumph sweep over him. “Then I will be your first lover,” he said tenderly. Then something elseoccurred to him. “Are you sure, Amanda? Nothing will be the same for you after this.”
Amanda’s voice was warm, but there was a note of desperation in it.
“Thank you for thinking of me, but I’m certain. I want you. Now. Please don’t keep me waiting any longer.”
She was beginning to feel her own arousal taking over, a feeling of warm moisture and a sweet pulse between her legs. As well as that, the long ridge of Hamish’s erect manhood was pressing against her most sensitive spot, and it was becoming harder and harder for her to stay still.
Hamish kissed her again, and Amanda moaned with pleasure. She had always thought that his lips would be rough and unyielding like the rest of him, but they were soft, mobile, and moist against her own.
When he moved his mouth down to her throat, Amanda tilted her head back to allow him room, then let out a long sigh of delight as he cupped his hands over her breasts and squeezed gently. At once, she felt her nipples harden and become
delightfully sensitive. She let out a soft breath of satisfaction as Hamish began to rub his thumbs over the pebbled peaks.
However, Hamish wanted more. He looked up at Amanda as if seeking permission as he began to undo the buttons at the front of her dress, and he took her eager nod as consent. She was wearing a tattered chemise underneath, and he undid the drawstring then pulled the two sides apart to reveal her breasts, creamy globes topped by rose pink nipples.
Amanda felt nervous, exposed, and her first instinct was to pull her chemise together and cover herself. Hamish took both her hands in his and kissed the palms tenderly, then gazed his fill at her, shaking his head in wonder.
“Amanda,” he whispered. “I could never tire of looking at you. You are so lovely.”
He kissed each one of her nipples, and Amanda’s body took on a will of its own as she arched her hips up towards him and moaned in pleasure.
Hamish began to circle her nipple with his tongue, scraped it gently with his teeth, then he began to suckle, sending a jet of delight straight to Amanda’s core. Meanwhile, he played with the other nipple, twirling it between his thumb and forefinger, loving the sighs and moans she gave as he worked his magic.
He looked up, giving Amanda a mischievous smile before switching sides and drawing more and more pleasure from her.
Amanda could hardly believe what was happening. How could these big, rough hands be so gentle? How could they caress her so tenderly and make her feel sensations that she could never have imagined?
Gently he laid her on his cot. As his face brushed against her skin, Amanda felt his rough stubble against her, and the gentle rasping was another sensation that added to her delight. She moaned again, wondering how much longer she could endure the sweet, glorious torture.
A moment later, Hamish pushed her dress up to her waist, swiftly disposed of her drawers, then looked down at the thatch of dark hair between Amanda’s thighs. How he wanted her!
He parted her legs and gently spread her folds apart with his thumbs. Her flesh was glistening, wet, and ready for him.
Amanda was suddenly apprehensive. Even though she knew her way around the human body, she was a novice to the act of intercourse, and asked fearfully, “Hamish? What are you doing?”
Hamish could feel her trembling. This was all new to her, he realised, and although she knew what happened during intercourse, she had little idea of how it would feel. He raised his head and looked at her.
“I want to give you pleasure, Amanda, but please tell me if you are uncomfortable and I’ll stop. I would never hurt you.”
He meant what he said, but in truth he knew it would kill him to stop at that moment because he needed her so very, very much.
