I nodded. "Yes!"
"You want my cock?"
I glanced down and saw that he was hard again, even after coming in my mouth just a short time ago. He would always be hard for me.
I let my head fall back to the bed. "Oh, God," I moaned.
Spreading my legs impossibly wider, he aligned himself then slid into me in one sure stroke. Deep. I felt full, so complete.
"Yes!" I cried, hooking my legs behind his back.
Ian groaned. "Right here." His breath fanned my neck. "This is where I belong. God, I never knew."
Yes, this was where he belonged, buried deep within me, merging our two beings into one. Mates. For all eternity.
He started to move within me, pulling his cock almost out, the head stretching my pussy lips wide, then plunging deep as he kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin on my neck. It took three strokes and I came.
My release took me to a place I'd never been, felt pleasure never before experienced, not even with the Scottish Ian. Sweat broke out across my skin all the while my fingers and toes went numb. Color danced behind my eyelids as the intense feelings spread from my clit to my nipples, from there to every nerve ending in my entire being. No place in my body was left untouched. Even my heart burst, overflowing with love that pulsed through my veins.
Unlike the time in Scotland where our fucking was eagerly listened to by a roomful of clansmen, there was no reason to remain quiet. Even if Ian put his hand over my mouth again to stifle the sound, would it truly work?
His release was brought on by my pussy as it clenched his cock, milking more cum from his balls. Arching his back, he drove deep on a groan, then collapsed atop me, holding himself up on his elbows.
I felt Ian's ragged breath in the crook of my neck, against my ear. Wrapping my arms about his sweaty back, I held on to him, wanting to stay just as we were. Forever. Replete, sated and oh so happy.
Once recovered enough to move, Ian pulled from me, rolled onto his side and tugged me into his chest so we were like two spoons in a drawer. Keeping me close. Lifting up my hand, he twined our fingers together. "You'll tell me the story about how you found the ring?"
"You believe me?" I stared across the room at his tan wall. From what I could tell of his room, it was clean and sparsely furnished. Very male.
"I don't bring random women home and fuck the hell out of them."
Jealousy flared to life. "That's good to know."
"The ring," he prompted.
And so I told him, about the old woman and the jewelry store, how I'd put the ring on and gone back to Scotland. He remembered our night together, so I didn't have to repeat that part.
"I know it's insane," I added. "It feels that way. This feels that way, but it also feels right."
"I don't care if it's because of the ring or because of chemistry. You're mine, Alexandra. Mine and I'm never letting you go."
I couldn't explain the feeling that washed over me. Happiness, elation, joy. Love. "Okay," I whispered. That was all I could get out, because really, what else was there to do but agree? He was my Highlander hottie, and I wasn't ever giving him up.
"You never did answer my question about the ass fuck."
I couldn't help but laugh. Rolling over, I turned to face Ian, looking him in the eye. "What do you think?" I asked, smiling. I couldn't help it. I had perma-grin and it wasn't going away anytime soon.
He stroked a finger over my cheek. "It's been awhile. A few hundred years or so. I think we'll have to try it again and find out."
"Mmm. Maybe you're right." I tried to sound serious. It was fairly hard.
So was Ian. I felt his cock, ready to go again, against my stomach. "You're insatiable."
"Mmm. This time, I want to fill you completely. Do you want a toy filling your ass or your pussy while I fuck you?"
I sucked in my breath at his dirty talk. My skin heated all over again, aroused by his words. Which way did I want it? "Surprise me."
"Arse over tits," he said and I couldn't help but laugh as Ian flipped me over onto my stomach. I felt the ruby ring pulsing around my finger. My birthday wish had come true.
The End