Aprons For Gayle Ch. 11

He slid his hand to the other side of her waist and tugged slightly until she was on her back. Brushing her hair away from her temples, he gazed into her eyes as if they'd been lovers for years. She sighed and found the nerve to meet his own eyes and was sorry she did. If she thought she was in trouble before, she definitely was in trouble now.

"Don't you think you should start dinner, Sir?" she asked, her voice quivering.

He laughed. "Oh, little fawn. You are most precious."

"Most precious?" she bellowed playfully. "I'm not a gemstone!"

With her left hand she pushed away from him, thinking she'd be able to sit up then stomp out of the room. But instead she ended up on the floor, flat on her back and looking up at a very amused Scot.

"Ow," she mumbled then she burst out laughing. "That wasn't as graceful as I'd hoped it be."

He threw his head back and laughed as well, causing Bessie to come see what was going on with the crazy humans. Hamish stood at Gayle's feet and offered his hand, which she took. Pushing the skirt down, he told her, "I think I shall call you my graceful little fawn."

"Sir, after that I won't even argue with you."

"Come on. I'll get dinner started."

Dinner was a fairly quiet affair between the two. She explained to him how different Kinshaldy was to the beaches in North Carolina and was surprised the waters were as cold as they were. He explained a little the differences between driving in the U.K. and the U.S.

And soon enough both of their plates were empty, causing Gayle's anxiety to shoot up twenty fold. As she cleaned the dishes, Hamish sat at the table drinking a small glass of whisky, being that if what he hoped was going to happen he wanted his wits about him, not that a couple of nips would get him drunk.

When she put the last of the dishes away, he asked her, "So, Gayle. What shall we do now? Play Scrabble, in which I can guarantee you that I will win, or did you have something else in mind?"

He knew exactly what she was struggling with and for very good reason. She had in her mind that having sex again after her ex would be just as bad, but he thought he had proven himself that he wouldn't hurt her. Yet here she was, not able to bring herself to ask for what she wants, desires, needs. But as he promised, it would be her decision, and he would not press the issue with her. But he never said there was anything wrong with giving her a little push.

Hanging the dish towel over the handle of the stove, she turned and put her hands on the counter then took a deep breath. "Sir? Would you, um, want some company tonight?"

"Unless you are planning on going somewhere, you already have my company.

"No. I, um, would you ... want to ... take me?"

He frowned. "Take you where? All the shops are closed at this hour."

She sighed. "I meant do you want me to spend the night with you, you know, to keep you company," she repeated. She was clearly getting flustered that he wasn't taking the hint.

"I've got Bessie, but thanks for asking." A sly grin slowly etched his lips as he went to her and stood beside her.

"No! I mean --"

"I know what you mean, Gayle," he whispered.

He suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, he put his hand gently on her face then pulled her to him, crushing her breasts firmly against his chest. The look of shock on her face was priceless, but he could also see the look of lust in her eyes and feel the heat of her excitement.

Putting his finger under her chin and tilting it up so she had to look him in his face, she growled, "Say it, Ms. Boyce."

She took a deep breath. "I was wondering if you'd want to have sex." Her cheeks blushed a dark crimson.

"Oh, no. I don't have sex, Ms. Boyce."

She furrowed her eyebrows, getting pissed off at him for playing this game at the worst possible time. Forcing herself free of his hold she blurted, "Look! You know this is hard for me! Stop being such a dolt!" She instantly covered her mouth, her eyes wide. "I didn't mean to say that! I'm sorry!"

He looked at her with mock anger, but only for a split second. Taking her hand, he said, "As I said, I don't have sex. I make love."

Gayle practically tripped over her feet as he led her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. Her heart was pounding, as per usual. Her mind was reeling that this was finally happening, but she didn't turn back or stop him.

Walking through the door, Hamish turned around, never let go of her hand and led her to the bed, where he leaned against it and gently drew her to him, leaving a small space between them. She stepped between his feet and put her hands behind her. He smiled, took her hands and held her fingers, gently rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.

He asked softly, "Gayle, is this what you want?"

She nodded and forced herself to breath. "Sir? May I ask that you use no blindfold, no restraints, and just ... not yet."

He put his forefinger over her lips to silence her. "Lass, you've nothing to worry about. I will be gentle with you. You haven't told me much, and that was my fault. I should have quizzed you harder, but if I do anything that you aren't comfortable with, tell me. I will stop immediately. I do not wish to hurt you, Gayle."

She looked at him like they were only words, and that he didn't mean a word he was saying. "I'm sorry. I'm just ... scared."

"Is that why you're shaking?"

She shrugged her shoulders, and he sighed heavily, but a smile slowly crept over his lips. "May I undress you?"

"I think I need to let Bessie out first."

"Oh, no. I've got you in my bedroom, and I will not let you go so easily. She'll be sleeping by the fire in my library for hours. Now, yes or no on the undressing part?"

"I'm used to doing it myself," she replied lightheartedly.

"Then it will be my honor."

With their eyes locked, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse to the bottom, leaving the material open just enough to see the inside curves of her breasts. He smirked when he saw her lower neck and collarbone flush into a bright red rash; the apples of her cheeks were a beautiful rosy pink. Slipping his thumbs between the blouse and her skin, he traced his fingernails back up to the collar and slowly pulled it off of her shoulders, laying it on the mattress.

She took in a sharp breath from the expression on his face. No one had looked at her like that before in such a compromising moment, not even Hamish. She felt vulnerable, exposed, and ... wanted.

Without a word, he pulled her skirt down from the bottom hem and laid it on top of the blouse, never taking his eyes off of her. He smiled warmly and pulled her into his arms, pushing her head against his collarbone before putting his arms around her; his rested in the small of her back.

At first she resisted his touch and the warmth of his body. But soon enough she found herself melting against him, her mind relaxed, and the tingling in her crotch growing. She sighed heavily and welcomed his embrace.

"How are you doing, little fawn?"

She chuckled softly. "I'm good, Sir. This is nice."

"Ah. In that case ..."

He placed his hands firmly on her ass, he picked her up, twirled her to the bed and set her down. She squealed with surprise but laughed. In her best Donkey voice from 'Shrek,' she said, "That was fun. Let's do that again!"

He shook his head but smiled. "Scootch over."

When she did, he nonchalantly took off his sweatshirt and lounge pants, leaving on his boxer-briefs. Pulling down the duvet and bed sheets, he jumped onto the bed then under the covers and told her to do the same. Leaving the sheet just above her breasts, she lay on her side with her head in her hand and watched him as he, too, settled on his side facing her.

"Now, was that so bad?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "We've not done anything yet."

He bust out laughing. "I love your sense of humor."

She smiled sweetly, though the nerves were starting to get the better of her. Looking over his face, she noticed for the first time a scar under his ginger-colored beard on the left side of his chin. Tentatively reaching out, she rubbed the spot with her thumb.

"Where did you get this from, Sir?"

"Oh. I got in a fight with a guy over a girl."

"And you lost," she replied matter of factly.

"No. I always win. You should have seen the other guy!" He laughed.

Shaking her head, she suddenly realized she hadn't removed her hand from his chin, but she didn't pull her hand away. She simply continued to caress his chin. "Your beard is so soft."

"I moisturize twice a day," he chortled.

Losing her smile, she used the rest of her fingers and cupped his chin with her palm, using her fingertips to brush them over his mustache to the tops of his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. Sliding her hand to his right cheek, her thumb over his ear, she slowly yet barely massaged until it slipped down to the crook of his neck to his collarbone.

He closed his eyes briefly and smiled softly, making her stop and look at him oddly. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, to be honest. This is just ... nice. I've never really ... ugh," she moaned and rolled over on her back.

"Gayle, don't think."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're thinking too much. If you want to touch me I won't burst into flames."

She turned her head and looked at him. "You might not, but I might."

He chuckled. "I can assure you that you won't. Love, I get the impression you've not had really explored your sexuality, much less another man's."

That comment took her breath. He was right. "Sir, having sex was mechanical, and I sure as shit didn't enjoy it. It was like I was nothing but a sack of potatoes and just waited for him to finish. The fact that you can ... get me going shocks me."

He took her hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart. "Just toss all of your worries. I'm here for you, sweetie. This is your time to get over this wall you've put up around yourself. Nothing will happen unless you want it to."

Tears welled in her eyes and fell when she closed them. "Hey, hey. None of that, either." He wiped her tears away with the back of his fingers. "Look at me, Gayle." When she did, he said, "Let's just cuddle. No expectations. If we do nothing more than fall to sleep in each other's arms, I'll be quite happy with that."

She finally smiled. "Thank you for understanding."

"Now come here."

Rolling back on her side, she let him wrap his arms around her and nestled her head in the crook of his arm. He intertwined his leg with hers but then noticed her hands still clinging close to her neck. Taking her left hand, he flung it over his shoulder, and she kept it there.

To her it's what sealed their bond, not the fact that her breasts were flat against his chest. She swore she could feel his heart pounding. Taking one deep, calm breath, she whispered, "I can't believe you're so hot."

"I wouldn't say hot, more like handsome."

She threw her head back, her mouth agape. "I didn't mean hot as in ..." He laughed heartily. "You know what I meant!" She finally laughed back then she settled against him.

A few minutes later, she tilted her head back, and he met her gaze. "Would you kiss me, Sir?"

"Hamish."

"No," she grinned. "I'm Gayle. You're Ham --"

She was silenced when he pressed his lips against hers, and she definitely lost her breath. Running his hand down her shoulder to her elbow, he licked her bottom lip. Opening her mouth, she flicked her own tongue to his before licking his upper lip. Growling, he dove his tongue into her mouth and their tongues danced in unison.

Every trepidation Gayle had instantly vanished. Her hand roamed over Hamish's chest, twisting the tips of her fingers with his sparse chest hair. His cock twitched against her thigh, which made her kiss him harder and more passionately. He threw his arm over her waist to the small of her back, pushing her closer to him, though it was hardly necessary; their bodies were as close as they ever would be.

Bringing her foot up higher over his thigh, opening herself up to him, his erect penis slid in the crevice but didn't enter her. He could feel her wetness, and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her, but it wasn't his decision. It was hers.

For the next several minutes, their hands explored the others gently and lovingly, their lips never parting, both softly moaning and groaning in the back of their throats. If she thought his body put off a lot of heat, the sweltering heat building between them was threefold.

Breathless, she pulled her head back and whispered, "Hamish, I need you. Please."

He kissed her forehead. "Are you sure?" She nodded. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yesss," she purred.

"Say it," he cooed.

"Fuck! Stop playing that stupid --"

Her words caught in her throat when he grabbed her upper thigh, his hand grasping almost all of it and lifted it wide. At that particular angle, his cock was poking through the fly of the briefs, and he teased her pussy with the tip of it.

"What do you want?" he asked again.

"I want you to ... fuck me. Please. Please?"

No longer teasing her, he pushed her onto her back and swiftly removed his briefs, haphazardly throwing them to the floor. Then he got between her knees, lifted then parted her legs. Purely on raw instinct she promptly wrapped her legs around his waist and stretched her arms over her head.

Rubbing the tip and shaft of his dick up and down from her clit to her opening, he bent down and kissed her again before kissing down her neck to her collarbone, occasionally nibbling with his lips or making little circles with his tongue.

She moaned softly and tilted her head back biting her bottom lip. He had made her wet before but nothing like she was now. She was ready for him -- oh, so ready.

"Sir, now. Please! But slow," she added, a sudden sense of fear cautioning her not to be too eager.

"Relax, lass," he whispered as he rested his hands just under her armpits.

Testing her acceptance of his now swollen and throbbing cock, he inserted just the head a few times gauging her reactions. Her face contorted but it wasn't in pain, he didn't think, or at least he hoped.

"Gayle, are you ready for more?"

Yes Sir." she mumbled

"Louder. I want to hear you."

"Yes sir." she said louder than before.

"Louder."

"Yes Sir. Fuck me!" she screamed.

Gayle's loud shout, however, awakened the protective instincts in her canine friend, and unbeknown to either of them Bessie padded quietly up the stairs and poked her head around the open bedroom door to check on her. Seeing she wasn't being murdered or being attacked by intruders, she settled on the rug at the bottom of the bed and assumed guard duty ... just in case.

"Don't come until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

She nodded emphatically, keeping her eyes glued onto his. She didn't want to close them for fear of imagining it was her ex and not Hamish making love to her. But she also wanted to close her eyes to experience just exactly how good he felt inside of her.

"Yes Sir."

Taking a deep breath, he pushed in a little more with each thrust, giving her a moment to adjust to his size before pulling almost out then going in a tad deeper each time. Her moans excited him; the slight lift of the corners of her lips told him what he needed to know: that he was doing everything right and was being gentle with her.

Her breathing now shallow, he was almost fully inside when she closed her eyes and her body seemed to collapse into the mattress. Her tight pussy walls undulated against his shaft, reaching out and caressing every inch of his manhood. With her continuous steady, soft whining he knew she was ready.

Pulling almost out, he slowly entered her again, inch by inch, until he was fully inside of her. He closed his eyes and relished the feeling of her moist, hot cunt surrounding his cock as he slowly penetrated her gently but growing with each thrust.

Her chest rose and fell as she began to pant, her toes curled, and the heels of her feet dug into his ass cheeks.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, his own breathing becoming heavy.

"Hmmm. Yes. Yessss Sirrrr," she whined louder.

She never imagined anyone would be able to make her feel such heat and passion, much less this demanding, tough, sweet and gentle boss of hers.

He continued to fuck her -- all the way in before pulling out then going halfway in then to her very core. He circled his hips a few times which elicited a yelp of ecstasy from her. She could no longer control her breathing as she came closer and closer to the edge. She began to pant harder and harder, her loud whines filling the room.

"Hmmph, please let me ... come. Oh, please...oh fuck. Please!" Tears filled her eyes as she lost herself as every pulsing nerve ending sent waves of electricity from her cunt to her toes then back again.

Hamish's own breathing was fast and heavy, and he groaned from the back of his throat when she tightened her PC muscles tighter around his cock. He was as close as she was, but he thrived on her screams and the power he held over her.

"No," he gasped. "Hold it!"

In one swift movement he flipped her over onto her knees. "No. No! Not ..."

"Shh, little fawn," he cooed.

Bracing herself on her elbows, he took a firm hold of her hips and entered her with ease. He fucked her slowly at first until soon enough he pounded into her harder, their moans and groans seemed to be in sync, and that only spurred him on.

"I ... I can't. I can't. Hold it. Please." Her nails dug into her palms and closed her eyes tightly, doing whatever she could to hold back her release. "Oh, fuck! Please!" she begged.

He felt her pussy walls begin to spasm and massage his cock. "Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Ohhh, yes ... yes!" he grunted between thrusts as the vinegar stroke rapidly approached. "Hold onto to my cock! Don't. Let. Go."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

HOOOOWWWLLLLLL bellowed Gayle's new bestest canine friend, Bessie, from the floor at the bottom of the bed.

Breathlessly, Gayle whined loudly, "Then. Don't. Stop. Hmmmm, yes!"

"YYEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!"

HOOWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

"I. Wasn't. Going to," he replied.

With every word he rammed his cock deeper and deeper inside her. Her upper body shook as her orgasm built and built, her lower torso completely stiff from the desperately needed release.

"PLEEAAASSSSSSSEEEEE!" she whined at the top of her lungs.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed back.

HOWWWWWLLLLLLL

Giggling, Gayle screamed to her now non favourite canine, "Bessie, will you PLEASSSEEE shut the fuck up!"

For whatever reason, at that moment Hamish gave one long, guttural growl which warned her he was about to come. "Come! NOWWWWW!" he bellowed.

HOWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL Bessie called to the ceiling as if baying to the moon.

Hearing both their inhuman growls, and with his permission, Gayle was sent into a blissful heaven a split second later. "Oh, god! Ohgodohgodohgod!!!"

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she tilted it back, her mouth gaping open. He then came hard inside of her, groaning and grunting at his release before pressing his chest against her back.

"Yes. Yes! Ohhh Gayle," he cooed then pumped twice before holding still.

He held onto her waist harder as her body shook and spasmed as she rode the wave of her climax, having no control over her body to stop it. His chest rose and fell as his breathing was ragged from his much needed orgasm and they both continued to groan together with their simultaneous climax.

"Ssssiirrrr," she mumbled, suddenly finding tears pouring from her eyes.

HOOWLLLLLLLLLLLL

Ignoring Bessie, he laid down beside her as she collapsed on her stomach, her face looking away from him. Running his fingers down her back, he said, "Look at me."