Jessamy Beech Ch. 11: Penzance

Jessamy grinned. The wet sounds of her mouth and soft choked gasps at the back of her throat escalated, quickened, as the man lying helpless beneath her jerked his hips desperately, "Ye better stop now lass. I don't know how much longer I can ..."

"Do you REALLY want me to stop?" Jessamy asked, taking a breath as she wanked his quivering, swollen shaft with her slippery fingers, cupping his hairy balls with her free hand.

Hamnavoe dumbly shook his head.

"Thought not."

Jessamy clutched at his buttocks and tasted saltiness on her tongue and knew it wouldn't be long before he came. She hungrily twirled her tongue around the edge of his glans as she bobbed up and down.

"You really b-better stop lass or I'm going to cum on your face," Hamnavoe warned.

"I want you to," Jessamy purred as he pushed between her wet lips.

Hamnavoe clenched his fists, straining against the bandages as Jessamy's fingernails danced over his balls. She dug her fingers into the hard globes of his ass and relished the feel of him thrusting himself even harder, urgently, into her mouth.

"Jess, please ..."

Jess? What happened to JB? Jessamy realised she was sopping wet between her thighs and desperately longed for her own release, but there would be time enough for that later. For now she wanted to taste Hamnavoe.

Moans of ecstacy broke from his throat as Jessamy began to move her whole head back and forth in long, swift strokes, deep-throating him, sucking and licking the whole time. She moved faster and faster, tongue probing at his foreskin, lips creating a tight seal around his hot shaft, until finally ...

Hamnavoe's cock popped out of her mouth and ejaculated hard, spurting rope after rope of hot semen over Jessamy's face and dreadlocks. She squealed out loud as salty white fluid splashed into her eyes and mouth, pearlescent geysers of cum that she stuck out her tongue to taste.

Hamnavoe slumped back on the bed, panting hard.

"Okay?" Jessamy asked, delicately licking her fingertips as she squirmed up the bed to lie alongside the old Scot.

" Ye wouldnae believe ..."

She leaned over and loosened his restraints before kissing him, sharing the creamy saltiness on her lips, "I'll let you get your breath back, then I want some attention ..."

Hamnavoe sighed, "My fault I s'pose for nettin' mysel' an insatiable younger woman."

. . .

Much later, Jessamy lay pressed up against Hamnavoe, sweat cooling on her bare skin, his warm seed leaking out of her to dribble down over her thighs. The night's silence was absolute as if Berwick and everything beyond the stone walls of their room had magically ceased to exist.

"JB?" Hamnavoe called softly, "are ye awake?"

Jessamy stretched, nuzzling herself into Hamnavoe's warm torso. This was what she loved about sex - the cuddling afterward. Those precious minutes of tender oblivion after an orgasm when she could forget who she was and just doze, snuggled up to whoever her lover might be at the time, sharing his or her body heat, "Wuzzup? Go sleep."

"Ye've done so much for me lass," Hamnavoe continued, sounding flustered, "believed in me. Helped me escape from that bastard Keaton. Nursed me and carried me through hell itself when you were in no fit state to. And I, uh ... wondered if ye'd do one more thing."

"What's that?" Jessamy asked, now more alert. She lazily twirled her fingertips in Hamnavoe's greying chest hair as she lifted her head to listen. Her wound was twinging but she wondered dreamily if he'd be up for round two.

Hamnavoe gently pushed her off him and climbed out of bed, still naked. Jessamy watched him, puzzled, but with an uneasy feeling of apprehension.

He knelt and looked up at her expectantly, "Jessamy Beech. You're one helluva woman. Ye're bonny, ye're smart, an' ye can shoot better'n any man I ken and, uh ... ye give a bloody fantastic blowjob. Fact is, I love ye. I know we're both carryin' a lot o' baggage around in our heads, but ... if ye can see it in yer heart to love a lecherous, knackered ol' Scot like me back ... would ye do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

Jessamy frowned, "Do you mean ..."

"Will ye marry me JB? Yes or no?"

Well this is a surprise, thought Jessamy. But on the other hand she should've been half expecting it. She and Hamnavoe had grown closer over the past few weeks and with his old-fashioned values she might've guessed that he would still believe in outdated customs like marriage. But ...

Jessamy touched his stubbled cheek with her fingertips, "I suppose I love you too, but ... I can't marry someone when I don't even know their real name, Hamnavoe. Will you tell me?"

Hamnavoe shook his head, "I cannae lass, I'm sorry."

"Then I'm sorry too, but the answer has to be no."

She thought Hamnavoe might protest, or storm out of the room in a temper. But instead he just clapped his hands and climbed back under the covers beside her, "Well in that case how about I give yer luscious little arse some much needed attention now, eh?"

Any further questions or any more mention of marriage proposals could wait, she decided, as Hamnavoe eased her onto her belly and slid his hand down between her buttocks, "I'll try an' be as quick as I can."

"Don't you fucking dare," Jessamy murmured as she felt the first delicious touch of his probing fingertips.

KNOCK -KNOCK!

Jessamy huffed as she pushed up onto her elbows, "For fuck's sake, what now?" she murmured, "it's the middle of the night."

"Who is it?" Hamnavoe yelled, his tone of voice the opposite of the thunderous expression on his face. Jessamy wrapped a sheet around herself to cover her nakedness, as the door swung open.

"Sorry to, uh ... wake you ..." said Merida.

By the rumpled state of the bed and clothes strewn across the room it would be obvious even to an idiot that they hadn't been asleep, Jessamy guessed, "What's up?"

"Our scouts have found Trevithick!"

COMING SOON - CHAPTER TWELVE: THANATOS