Chapter 7: Sweet Nirvana
Jamie carried Claire down the narrow hallway, stopping to kiss her deeply before they made it to her bedroom. Now it would be *their* bedroom. He kept hold of her and sat down on the bed, cuddling her on his lap.
"Jamie, I'm so happy."
"Aye, so am I, my love." He hesitated for a moment. "Claire, ye ken that I havna done this before, although I've certainly thought about it a lot. I want so much to please ye."
"Oh, Jamie. I want you, no matter what. All we need is each other and everything else will work itself out." She bent her head to him, giving him a deep, lingering kiss while her hands ran through his auburn curls. She moaned slightly, urgent to draw him closer.
Jamie growled, deep down in his throat. She had awakened a primal need to take her and claim her as his. His hand caressed her thigh, slowly moving upward, every inch of her eliciting a thrill within him that could no longer be denied. This time, he didn't stop. His hand kept moving upward, until, at last, he found her. He started, looking at Claire in surprise.
"Claire, you're...bare! Ye didna wear anything under it? What if we had gone out to dinner?"
"I found the possibility of you fondling me under the table quite exciting, to tell you the truth. So I figured I'd be prepared." She smiled mischievously, then sighed as his fingers explored her warm flesh.
"God, Sassenach, ye feel so good. Jesus, I want ye naked and writhing under me."
With that, he turned her and gently lay her on the bed. He looked down at her, breath catching at the sight of her, waiting for him to take her. He reached down, to caress her cheek, then ran his fingers lightly down her neck and her chest. He started unbuttoning her blouse, hands trembling, and proceeded to remove it.
She wore a black lace bra, which left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples showed through the thin lace, and he groaned with need at the sight. He bent down and suckled her through the lace, eliciting a whimper from her lips. When he had given both breasts ample attention, Claire unhooked the bra and he helped her remove it quickly.
"Sweet Jesus. Claire, you are so beautiful."
He reached out, touching her breasts, playing with the soft pink nipples between his fingers. She arched her back, urgent to be suckled again. He took one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking until her whimpers became moans. He repeated on the other side, making her cry out even more.
"Jamie! Oh, God!"
Jamie reached for the waist of her skirt, pushing it down over her hips, then pulling it the rest of the way off. She was naked, and he thought his heart would stop altogether at the sight of her. He gulped, eyes wide.
"Claire, oh my love." He didn't have any more words in that moment. He ran his hands along her smooth legs, leaning down to kiss her deeply and passionately.
She began unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed her, pushing it off his shoulders quickly to expose his lean, muscled torso. She moaned in his mouth at the feel of his body under her hands. "God you feel good."
He raised up, then, onto his knees, reaching down to touch her between her legs, causing her to cry out in anticipation at what was to come. She gasped as Jamie began massaging her. Somehow, he knew exactly how she liked to be touched.
As he fondled her, she reached up and unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly. He stopped to help her push his pants down over his hips, then wriggled out of them quickly, returning to kneel before her again. He was completely naked and she gasped at the sight of his body, so beautiful and so ready. His anatomy was quite impressive and she became even more aroused at the thought of taking him inside her.
She reached to touch him, her whole hand grasping him in long, lingering strokes.
"Christ, Sassenach!" His eyes closed as he savored the feel of her hand on him.
After a moment, he bent his head to look at her, a kind of crazed passion burning within him. She could see it in his eyes and saw her own desire reflected there. He leaned over her, kissing her gently, slowly, softly, then the kiss became more demanding - harder and deeper.
"Claire," he said, voice shaking with intense need, "I want ye now. Right now!"
"Yes, Jamie, take me!"
He shook with the effort not to throw himself onto her. He wanted to possess her, to take her hard and fast, but he had also wanted their first time to be gentle. She could see the war going on in his head and said, "Jamie, you can take me any way you like, but please, dear God, take me now."
With that, she opened her legs wider to show him all of herself, inviting him to partake in the delights of the flesh. She looked at him, with desire and unutterable tenderness. "I give you my body…"
She didn't have time to finish the vow. Jamie was on her, kissing her with such urgency and yearning that she couldn't catch her breath. She didn't care. She wanted him now and forever.
She pulled him closer as he nestled between her legs. She could feel the solid heat of him against her, his body trembling. He grabbed her thigh in one of his big hands, pulling it up to open her wider.
"Claire. I must have ye, or I will die."
She grabbed his neck, pulling him down to her, while moving her hips against him in invitation. That was all he needed. He positioned himself, feeling for her entrance, and pushed into her slowly, groaning at the sensation of her warm, wet flesh sheltering his.
"Sweet Holy Lord!" He savored the feeling, closing his eyes briefly to fully relish the moment.
Before he knew it, he was moving within her, eliciting whimpers and cries from her lips. He loved the sounds she made as he took her. He was crying out too, in a rush of joy and desire.
"Oh, yes, Jamie! Yes!" She bucked her hips along with his.
"Claire!" Jamie cried out urgently, as he thrust faster and deeper, bringing her closer and closer to the precipice.
She screamed as his flesh impaled her, penetrating deep into her core. Her ecstatic cries mingled with his, as they rode together into a wild frenzy, finally reaching the pinnacle together.
Jamie lay on her, then, his whole body trembling. He could feel the echoes of her own release pulsing around him. He was still inside her, reveling in the overwhelming ecstasy of their joining.
At last, he rolled to the side, still panting, and held her around the waist, his hand resting on the curve of her hip.
Once Claire had collected herself, she let out a sigh of deep contentment, turning her head to look at Jamie. He was looking at her with a big smile on his face.
"Oh, my love. Sweet Claire. Ye are so wonderful."
He reached up to trace her face with his fingers, very softly moving from cheek to jaw, then down to her neck. He repeated this over and over, looking into her face with indescribable love and tenderness.
Claire turned to him and rested her hand on his bare hip, softly caressing his skin, feeling the smooth musculature beneath. "Jamie, you are amazing. My God, that was...magnificent!"
Jamie smiled at that, pleased that he could satisfy her. "Aye, it was." He leaned closer to give her a soft kiss, nipping playfully at her bottom lip.
She smiled, saying, "Jamie, we are so good together…" Her words were cut off by a gasp as his teeth grazed her neck."
"Aye. We are *very* good together, love. Are you ready for another go?"
"Jamie...don't you need to wait?"
"I've waited my whole life for you, Sassenach. And I intend to take advantage of every moment we have from now on."
"That sounds intriguing...but won't you get hungry at some point?" she teased.
As if on cue, his stomach growled. "It appears so," he said, laughing. "How about I go get our dessert?"
"Sounds good. Hurry back," she said as her hand lingered on him.
Jamie reluctantly left the bed, not bothering to put on any clothes before heading to the kitchen. A minute later, he returned with two dishes of chocolate mousse.
"Ooooh, that looks so good!" Claire exclaimed, excitedly.
"Aye, I thought you would like it." He watched her take a couple of bites, his eyes focusing on her mouth as she savored the delectable dessert.
"Jesus, Sassenach…"
She stopped mid-bite and said, "What?"
He looked at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Give me that, love. I want to try something." He took her dish of mousse, noting the astonished look on her face.
"What are you doing, Jamie?"
"You'll see, love." He proceeded to dip his finger into the decadent dessert. Instead of eating it, he dabbed a little on her bottom lip. He leaned toward her and kissed her, tasting the sweet, smooth, chocolate on her lips. He moaned in delight, then dipped his finger in again. This time, he put a dab on her neck, repeating the ritual by licking it off of her in long, languorous strokes.
She sighed in pleasure, leaning her head back to give him better access. He continued this playful demonstration on her collarbone and on each breast, lingering to suck her taut nipples until she whimpered. Next was her stomach, where he licked off the sweet dessert and flicked his tongue into her belly button. She giggled.
It was at that point, he looked up at her with hunger in his eyes. "Do you like it, Claire?"
"God, yes!" she said, panting.
Jamie smiled wickedly, setting down the dessert on the nightstand. He then proceeded to open her legs again with his hands and scooted down to the end of the bed to look at her. He let out a pained groan at the sight before his eyes.
"Christ, you are so lovely."
He dipped his head to her flesh, using his tongue to explore her. He could taste her salty sweetness and moaned appreciatively, sending vibrations throughout her body.
"Jamie…" she sighed, barely audible, caught up in this sensuous delight. She reached down, running her fingers through his tousled curls, willing him to explore her deeper.
He lapped at her, experimenting until he found a particularly sensitive spot. She cried out, then, hips rocking with the motion of his tongue.
"Jamie! Oh, God. Jamie!"
He continued his efforts, licking, sucking, tasting, and teasing. She cried out and arched her back, trembling violently as she peaked, her passion boiling over.
She gasped, trying to catch her breath, while holding his head in place to wait out the tremors. Finally, she released him, allowing him to catch his own breath. He kneeled before her, his arousal quite apparent.
"God, Jamie that was...sooooo...good."
He smiled down at her, noticing her flushed cheeks, heaving chest, and the glistening moisture between her legs. His blood burned in his veins as he fought back the urge to devour her completely.
Seeing this, Claire beckoned to him, smiling slyly. That was all the encouragement he needed. He positioned himself between her legs and pushed into her swollen flesh, this time harder and faster than before. He needed to possess her.
He leaned over her, pulling her hands up above her head and locking his fingers with hers. His hands held her trapped as he thrust into her, over and over again. He cried out as he felt her writhe beneath him. She was struggling, not to get away, but to get closer to him, offering up her body in complete surrender.
He was like a man possessed, taking her over and over with no sign of stopping. She screamed with the impact, relishing the exquisite invasion. He growled, overcome with passion and consumed by the unquenchable fire that her body evoked in him.
Suddenly, he pulled her up into a sitting position, straddling his lap, all the while keeping their connection. He continued thrusting into her as she rode him, their arms locked around each other in a close embrace, hoping to meld themselves into one being.
It wasn't long before Claire began to climax again, spurred on by the new position. "Jamie! Oh God, JAMIE!"
He felt the strong pulses of her body stroking him and he could no longer contain himself. "Holy Christ! CLAIRE!"
He shuddered violently, caught up in the rapture of physical release. He spilled himself into her, giving her his seed as well as his soul. They were truly one flesh, forever united in the bonds of love.
They collapsed once again onto the bed, panting. They both glistened with sweat from the intensity of their lovemaking, hearts pounding and breathing hard. Once they began to cool down, Jamie turned to her, pulling her towards him and wrapping himself around her spoon-fashion.
They had slept like this before, the night of their first date, but then it was different, innocent. They had held each other in loving affection then, but now, they held each other as one flesh, bound forever.
They fell asleep, bodies molded together. Their hearts began beating in sync as they mingled with each other in their dreams.
Come morning, Jamie woke early, looking over at his beautiful love, still sleeping so peacefully with a contented smile on her lips. He reached out to touch her face, very gently tracing her features. He smiled warmly as he studied her, so lovely, so delicate, and yet she had a fire, a passion, that was more powerful than he could ever have imagined.
Seeming to sense his gaze, her eyes fluttered open. She looked at him sleepily and smiled. "Good morning, love," she said, reaching out to him.
"Aye, Sassenach, it certainly is a good morning," he said, remembering the passion they had shared, "thanks to you, love."
"Oh, Jamie, it was so good last night, wasn't it?"
"Oh, aye. More than good." He leaned to kiss her shoulder, then her neck.
She shivered with delight at the touch of his lips. "You were absolutely amazing, baby. Truly. I'm astonished that you hadn't done that before. You're so good at it."
He blushed. "Weel, as I told ye once, love, the mind is a wonderful, dirty thing. I've thought about making love to you so many times in so many ways. I guess you could say I had a lot of practice...in my mind." He smiled wickedly and she giggled.
"Whatever you did, it worked perfectly. Magnificent...that's what you are."
She leaned to kiss him and they drew together. Jamie smoothed his hand over her skin, resting it on her round backside. He squeezed her gently, then pulled her leg up to rest on his hip. They held each other, limbs entwined, enjoying their newfound intimacy and revelling in their love.