Part 12

“Och, Lassie, ya feel so good next ta me,” He whispered, "your body fit so well up against mine."

“Vincent, the sound of your voice is so intoxicating, rolling over me like the Scottish mist.”

He was lightly kissing my neck, holding me closely in his arms, when he propped his head up and asked, “Are ya here because of the way I talk?”

I really wasn’t sure if he was upset or not. He had a great poker face.

I propped myself up on an elbow, getting face to face with him, looking into those incredible blue eyes, and said, “Your accent is an incredible turn on. What American girl doesn’t love listening to Sean Connery or Gerard Butler, but that is not why I am here.” I leaned in to give him a kiss for emphasis and said softly, “You had me at pan pipes.”

The smile I received was brilliant, lighting up his whole face. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him down to me as I laid back down on the bed.

Vince was laying half on top of her with one leg bent and insinuated between her legs. He was slowly rubbing his manhood against her leg. He bent down a little and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking. The cooing and moaning coming from her in ecstasy was music to his ears. Her nails were lightly scratching his back as her right hand worked it’s way to his cock. He didn’t think he could be any harder but he felt like he grew another inch.

I was in heaven. It was like we had always been together. They seemed so in sync. My hand stroked him up and down with a varied grip. He was pumping in rhythm with my hand and his breathing was getting more labored. I have no idea how I was concentrating on anything, as he was laving each nipple with his tongue. His mouth hot and moist.

His hand was now touching my mound, stroking my tiny curls before delving between the folds. I heard him whisper, “Baby, you are so hot and wet. I want to fuck you.”

“Vince, I need...” I barely got the words out as I was slowly reaching the edge. The touch of his hand on my inner thigh was heaven as he pushed one leg then the other spreading me wide.

Ah, my fairy pixey was ready and he was beyond ready. He’d be surprised if he lasted longer than a few minutes. But he would try for some control to make it good for her. He caressed her inner thighs gently pushing them apart opening her to him.

He was running his hands up and down my legs with an occasional stop to fondle my clit. I moaned and whimpered. I was reaping the rewards of his violin playing expertise.

“Vince,” I moaned as I kissed him, wrapping an arm around his neck to bring him close, “I need...”

“Ah, Lassie. My beautiful fairy pixey, I want to make love to you,” Vince whispered in my ear.

“Please, yes, Vince,” I answered.”