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Chapter 23

Gerry was lying on his bed and stared at the ceiling. His parents had gone to bed already and he had no drive to go out anymore, especially since there was not exactly much in the vicinity of his parent’s house. He turned onto his left side and a short time later he threw himself around onto his right side.

He snuffled indignantly and felt annoyed by the unsatisfactory fact that he kind of wished Tamsin was with him. Gerry decided that this was not good, especially since he had been away from her for no more than a few hours.

Maybe he should give her a quick call to see whether his car was still unscathed. Yeah, that was a good idea. He let the phone ring and ring until he wanted to give up when she finally took the call. He immediately had to hold the handset away from his ear as a crashing sound was followed by an unladylike “shit”.

He laughed and listened to her explanation “Sorry, I was just cooking and then the phone slipped because I needed my hands to save the…ah…never mind. How’s it going in bonnie Scotland?” So he told her about his day with his parents and it was easy for her to hear how happy his time at home made Gerry.

“You know that you sound even more Scottish after a few hours back home?”
“Ay coorse mah quinie…Aam a Glasgee loon“
“What…??? Did you really just say you’re a loony from Glasgow?“

Gerry’s exasperated voice boomed through the earpiece “Jeez…you gotta learn some Scottish girl it’s a tragedy how uneducated you are when it comes to all things Scottish!”
“Ah please Gerry...I am English why would I subject myself to the education from a rugged highlander!”

“Wait till I get my fingers on you again… you will beg that highlander to forgive you for your foolishness!”
Tamsin giggled as she pictured him wearing a kilt and holding a sword on a rugged Highland mountaintop, with bagpipes playing amazing grace in the background.

“I might beg you highlander…but not for forgiveness!”
“Hmm…good thought…maybe you are not completely useless although you’re English…”
“Anyway you should be grateful since I managed not to smash your car!”

Gerry groaned at the thought that this induced that there had been the possibility that she might have. While he walked out of his room and down the stairs he listened to her rant about London traffic. When she stopped for a second to take a deep breath, he had reached the kitchen door and threw in “honey admit it… the traffic scared the living daylight out of ya!”

“Hm…yeah…OK it did…but I managed! I was just scared that I might break your heart by demolishing your beloved car”. Gerry laughed “in order to break my heart you’d need to do something worse than put a few dents into my car.” He looked up and stopped in the doorframe to the kitchen with a goofy smile when he saw his mother who made a cup of tea in her nightgown.

Margaret stirred her tea and opened the cupboard to take out another cup for her son. “Hey looks as if my Mum can’t sleep either and she also seems to need my entertainment. Do you mind if I leave you to your cooking for now…” then he added in a puzzled tone “why the heck are you cooking so late anyway??? …Alright, I’ll call again soon. Good night!” and after a short pause he opened his mouth but then closed it again and put the phone down.

Margaret smiled “Sweetheart you could have as well owned up about the fact that you miss her.” “Are you trying yourself as a mind reader now Ma!?” Gerry chuntered. “Just saying son… But you know that you could have brought her along…we never get to see any girlfriends of yours.”

Gerry took a deep breath “She’s not my girlfriend! We have only been going out for a little while!”
“Alright, alright…no need to get all worked up Gerard. Maybe another time.” But she was not very optimistic about her chances to get to see this mystery girl and she knew full well that if she wanted to avoid seeing the back of her son, she would have to change the topic.

“Here is your tea come and sit down with me for a bit. We get to do this far too seldom.”

**

At five o’clock in the morning Gerry stared into the darkness that surrounded him and was clueless when it came to the reason as to why he was unable to sleep. With a sigh he turned on the light on his bedside table and glanced at the display of his mobile. He put the phone down but only to lift it up once more only moments later.

**

Tam heard her mobile give a beep and picked it up “Sorry I cut you off like that last night honey…hope you did not poison yourself with your cooking. G xxx” She smirked at the fact that he too seemed incapable of sleeping and immediately sent a text back “Cried all night cause you were so rude. Also ate 3 liters of ice cream to feel better while I watched a film of yours”

When Gerry read her text his heart skipped a beat and he hesitated for a moment but then wrote back with a weary expression on his face “so what did you think?” Her quick answer “I’ll tell you on the phone” did not help to relief his tension.

When the phone rang only moments later, Tamsin smirked and picked it up “Hey Scot”
“Hi…alright…we’re on the phone now…what did you think?” She immediately sensed the importance this held for him although he must have heard a thousand people before her praise both the film and his performance. “It’s a beautiful film and you were amazing. It was very, very weird to see you on my TV screen though.”

When Tam realised that her verdict was very generically and did not comprise any of the emotions she had been going through she hastily added “I know this is very vague, but I want to tell you the rest when I get to see you the next time.”

Gerry let out a breath held unknowingly “I’m glad you liked it and that you didn’t freak out completely upon seeing me on screen” and before he knew what he was saying he added “well…concerning seeing each other…my Ma was mortally offended to not get to see you when she heard that I have already gotten to meet your parents.” For good measure he added a giggle.

A wide grin spread on Tamsin’s face but she remained silent awaiting his next sentence that followed immediately “Are you spontaneous English?”

“Hmm…yeah… I guess so…”
“Alright…why don’t you catch a taxi to Heathrow and I’ll book you a ticket for the next flight to Glasgow…”
“You’re jokin Gerry, right!?”
“Well you got the rest of the week off because of your…erm…mystery illness and here are some people who would not mind having you around for a bit.”

Tamsin smiled from ear to ear “some people…?”
“Alright, alright…that would include me…” Gerry grumbled.
“OK…why not! I’ll call the taxi and you’ll book the flight”
“Great so I’ll see you soon…in Glasgow. I’ll call ya in a few moments with the flight details.”

**

Tamsin saw the tall dark haired figure immediately when she came through the arrivals gate at Glasgow Intl. airport. Hands in his pockets Gerry looked at her with a smile that slowly crept all over his face. She felt her stomach lurch in response and her heartbeat reach new, yet unknown heights.

Time seemed to diminish in its importance and when he embraced her tightly. When they drove away from the airport and through Paisley, Gerry with a charming and childlike zeal, kept pointing out places of importance from his past.

His Glaswegian accent got even stronger and made Tamsin smirk wildly which prompted Gerry to look at her with narrowed eyes when he stopped at a set of traffic lights. “Why exactly is this wicked smile plastered all over your face?”

Holding back a laugh she looked at him with big eyes “nothing sweetheart”.
“See if you had not just called me sweetheart I might have believed you…!”
“Awww…it’s just cute that you transform into this very, very Scottish person when you are back home.” “Wait till I don’t have to keep my hands on the steering wheel anymore! And don’t call me cute!”
“Alright…sweetie”
“Aargh”

Once they had left the city and drove towards the Trossachs National Park, Tamsin felt excited about a multitude of things, but most prominent on her mind was the fact that she would get to meet Gerry’s parents. Only a short time later though, the beauty of the landscape all around them blissfully distracted her.

She had no idea where they were going, but apart from the countryside that steadily gained in beauty and wildness, the all consuming happiness she had felt from the moment her eyes had met Gerry’s at the airport, stayed with her and deemed all else secondary.

They were joking and teasing each other until Gerry left the main road that was small enough anyway and proceeded to park the car on the shores of a lake. “That’s Loch Katrine” he proudly announced before he got out of the car and stretched.

The air, crisp and clean seemed to already bear the precursors of autumn and as she looked around taking in the serene beauty of the loch which was completely framed by mountains took Tamsin’s breath away. This loss of breath was not exactly helped by Gerry standing there on the shore, ruggedly beautiful and looking out over the water. The scene she observed suddenly made her feel how deeply rooted he was in his homeland and also how right he looked here.

Before she could further follow this thread of thought he turned with a lopsided smile on his face adorned by stubble. “So…what do you say English?”

“Hm…nice. Bit rugged” she said with as much aloofness as she could muster. Faster than she could react he sprinted towards her, grabbed her with a growl around her waist and dragged her towards the water.

Tamsin squeaked and protested in vain. “You will so regret your snide comments!” Gerry threatened and stopped only centimetres away from the water. “So what do you offer to make a mends lassie?”

“I…I” Tamsin stuttered. Suddenly Gerry’s face was so very close to hers and she felt his words warm on her face “Maybe I will forgive you if you reconcile me with a really great kiss…one I won’t forget in a while” and Tamsin happily gave her best to give Gerry his retribution.

When their lips parted she let go of his face and saw a smile that lit up his face and made her heart hop with emotion. “Alright what did I just say?” Gerry smirked. Tamsin decided to end the teasing and stroked the nape of his neck “thank you for bringing me to this amazing place. It’s so beautiful…I had nearly forgotten how wonderful Scotland is!”

“Hah! I so knew you would be impressed English…I just knew it!” Gerry exclaimed triumphantly. “Shut up and snog me Scottish!” Tamsin laughed in response.

**

When he turned the key in the ignition and killed the engine in front of his parent’s cottage, Tamsin let out an uneven breath and opened the door with a slightly shaking hand. Her tense actions were closely observed by Gerry “honey, believe me…MY mother won’t give you the same grief YOUR mother gave me in the beginning!”

“Thanks. Now I feel much better knowing that you don’t like my mum.” “That’s unfair…I think she’s alright…but you gotta admit that in the beginning she did not exactly embrace me with open arms!”

Thanks to their discussion both had completely missed the fact that Gerry’s parents were standing in the door and looked at them. Once he had stepped out of the car he beamed at his mother “see what a good son I am? You complain that I don’t bring home my girlfriend and I immediately oblige and go to great lengths to please you!”

“Hear, hear son…you sure are spontaneous” Margaret said unable to fight back the smirk the words of her youngest conjured up by speaking out loud what he had so vehemently denied hours ago when she had dared to call her his girlfriend.

Gerry realised with a delay what he had just said and a wary expression crossed his face, but his mother chose this moment to step towards a rather timid looking Tamsin and embraced her with a big hug “lovely to meet you my dear…oh and please call me Margaret.”

The nervousness dropped off Tam like a heavy load and by the time they all sat around the large table in the kitchen for breakfast, everyone was at ease. The conversation jumped here and there and the constant seemed to be the good natured jokes and teasing everyone received from the others, Tamsin included.

After a while Margaret stood up with determination “Gerard can you please take care of the kitchen? We need to go to Callander to get some things done.” Then she addressed Tam “don’t let him make you do all the work he can be such a…”
“MA” Gerry interrupted “…I know you take good care that I get my hands dirty regularly to keep me grounded as you call it!”

“Well you have enough people treat you as if you were royalty”
“Yeah I know and you are doing just fine in dragging me back to earth”
Margaret laughed at her pouting son who furrowed his brow.

For a moment she saw her little boy in front of her, who had always made her forgive him far too quickly whatever he had done. Where had time gone? He was a grown man now with a life of his own, a legion of fans and a spot in the limelight.

Her heart was heavy for a moment mourning the old times when she had her kids around her all the time, but quickly shook off the nostalgia by reminding herself that life was actually very good now.

“Alright, I take it I can leave you two alone…” she directed towards Gerry who had put on his best blank expression which slightly worried her. With a little sigh she turned towards her husband “let’s go then”.

Taking Margaret’s request to clean up the kitchen very seriously, Tamsin had to deal with Gerry who boycotted her good intentions as thoroughly as he could. Her every move was interrupted by Gerry who not only had become more Scottish but also more childish. “Gerry stop it…” she protested in vain as Gerry caught her from behind and nuzzled her neck.

Damn that man could be so annoying and charming at the same time Tamsin mused and tried to gently shove him away. The only result was that Gerry giggled “I have not flown you up here to watch you wash the dishes.” “Well, as soon as we’re finished here I’ll have to spank you for being such a bad boy.”

“Oooh…spanking…you’re even naughtier than I thought honey” he purred and to underline his attention directed towards this more pleasant line of conversation, he licked along the rim of her ear.

Tamsin felt how a legion of shivers ran through her body, but then shuddered as she remembered that they were standing in his parent’s kitchen and it felt utterly wrong having started such a conversation here. It also did not exactly help to refocus Gerry’s attention to the cleaning that had to be done.

“Gerry, I did not mean it like that! Now help me find the right places for that stuff here” and with that she put a heap of things into his arms before he could flee. With a satisfied grin she observed how Gerry, once more pouting, quickly rid himself of the things but at least put them where they belonged.

“Finished” he declared soon after “come on now!” “Geez Gerry…why don’t you go play for a few minutes until the kitchen is really finished!”
From the response Tam received in return she deducted that it was obviously impossible to not steer his thoughts into one direction.

Green, intense eyes with a naughty flicker stared directly into hers and a wicked smirk was underlined by a raised eyebrow “so you send me to play…with myself…er…I mean all by myself…” he chuckled.

“Alright, you’ll find me in my room when you’re finished in the kitchen woman”
“You’re just as lazy as your mother said” Tamsin called after Gerry who imitated her in a whining voice “…just as your mother said…. Eeeeewwwww…“ She threw the wet towel at him but missed by a mile.

“Hahahaha! Have fun in the kitchen!”
“You’re a cheeky, spoilt, lazy bugger and I did not come here to be your kitchen maid Gerard!”
“Ooooooh now I’m scared. Hurry up English…I’m upstairs if you’re looking for me!”

**

When she stomped up the set of stairs she felt anger gnaw at her and when she finally found Gerry, even the fact that he was sprawled on a bed did nothing to lift her mood. “I can’t believe that you let me do almost everything alone and I was stupid enough to do it” An unconcerned Gerry replied with a maddening grin “that would be because you want to impress my parents.”

Then he changed his strategy with the self-assuredness of a person knowing that charm always helps “don’t be angry baby…I’m sorry…come here” and opened his arms with what he thought was an utterly disarming smile.

Tamsin felt the annoyance indeed melt away, but then there was her pride which forbid her to give in that easily “you seem awfully sure that a smile and some sucking up unfailingly works…!”

“I’m sorry…OK?”
“How do I know you’re really sorry? You’re an actor after all!”
Gerry groaned impatiently “come one let’s not lose time with unnecessary quarrelling”
“You are one manipulative…Scottish…person…argh! First you make me angry and then you turn it all around to make me feel bad for losing precious time!”

“Is that the best you can come up with? And I don’t even regret making you angry because you get that sexy look on your face…”
“You are really unbelievably…now I forgot what I wanted to say and it’s all your fault…you…you… green eyed monster!”

Gerry laughed and managed to tackle and throw her onto the bed where she writhed underneath him to no avail. “And you are one sexy English beast…give me that scowl again baby” Gerry growled into her ear. “Gerry we are at your parents house…get off me!”

“Hm…let me think…no. You know I think they are quite aware of the fact that we as a couple have sex and my mother is probably very happy that for a change she knows who I sleep with”

“GERRY I will simply forget the second part of the sentence and I hope you appreciate it” “Sorry I was not thinking”
“That’s what worries me most…now do something to help me get my mind off it”

“How about that” and she indeed forgot his remark when his lips were warm on hers and his hot and determined tongue entered her mouth, pressing against hers in hungry assurance. Then he stopped and both his hands were holding her face as he paused for a moment.

His thumbs slowly stroked over her cheeks and his eyes told her of feelings he had not yet been able to put into words and it was then, that the realisation hit her clear and strong that she was truly falling for him, falling in love without even the remotest of chances left to ward it off, so far was she gone.

Tamsin felt panic rise in her chest. Gerry observed the change in her eyes and felt her slightly pull away trying to get out of his hold “shhhh…it’s ok…it’s ok…” and he knew that she, deep down, was just as unsettled as he was about the direction their relationship was taking. He wanted to put his feelings into words, but all Tamsin saw as a result of these intentions were his parted lips and an intake of breath. Then he closed his mouth again and looked away.

Tamsin was surprised by the sudden calmness she felt and turned his face back towards her, slowly stroked along his stubbly cheek and in a steady voice asserted “it’s alright…I don’t need words from you Gerry” and added with a smile “what does bug me though is that you promised to make up for your outrageous behaviour in the kitchen. What exactly do you intend to do about that?” The reward for her words was that his serious face brightened up considerably.

“You know what…I think I rather make my own requests. Why don’t you take me on a little walk into the Scottish…umm…wilderness Mr. Highlander?”
“I’ll show you wild honey” he proclaimed and gently forced Tamsin onto her back, then hesitated for a moment and half heartedly kissed her for a while before Tamsin freed herself and looked at him “what’s the matter? I thought you wanted to give wild a new meaning?” Gerry sighed and put his chin onto her chest “dunno…just a minute”

She laughed “maybe you’re tired and not in the mood?”
“Hmmm…no.”
“Oh come on…you sure do look tired! Gerry I would actually be scared if you were always horny and ready to deliver. Thank goodness you’re human and not some sex robot.”

“I can sleep on the plane tomorrow” he replied stubbornly.
Tamsin smiled broadly at him “you promised to do what I want…remember… to make up. Alright…come here now Highlander I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

And for a long time Tamsin held Gerry close to her and drew slow circles on his skin, fully aware of the fact that only twenty four hours later he would be gone. They did not speak much but Tamsin told him how she had felt watching Dear Frankie and how Gerry’s character and the change in the Stranger had touched her.

“That kiss between Lizzie and the stranger nearly made me cry...it must have been one of the most beautiful kisses on the silver screen ever” Tamsin concluded.
“Well we had to do about twenty takes to get it right” Gerry grinned.
“Hm”
“Jealous?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Cause it is a film kiss and now shut up I actually don’t want to think about it.”
“So you ARE jealous”
“You’re quite self destructive…are you now? Drop it!”
“I could kiss you goodbye like that you know” Gerry laughed and freed himself from her arms.
“No thanks!”

Before they could continue their banter, both were startled by Margaret’s voice “GERARD?”
“YEEES”
“COULD YOU PLEASE COME HERE FOR A MOMENT”
“GIMME ME A SECOND!”

With a sigh he got up and dragged a reluctant Tamsin with him “I’m not going alone…come on she’ll be less hard on me if you’re there!”
Tamsin sniggered “I have a feeling she was not hard enough on you” and added after Gerry had let go of her arm “because you are a spoilt mummy’s boy” and bolted out of the door.

Halfway down the stairs he caught her, grabbed her from behind and bit her neck right at the time his mother had decided to come upstairs and drag her son down the stairs if she had to. “GERARD!”

When he looked at her with an angelic expression on his face, she grumbled “don’t waste your time trying to convince me you are innocent. Now go help your dad get everything out of the car otherwise he’s gonna put his back out again.”

With an inflictive glance at her son she put her arm around Tamsin’s shoulders and steered her towards the kitchen. When he looked open mouthed at the backs of the two women, he saw Tam turn around and stick her tongue out at him.

He immediately reciprocated her action but for added effect combined it with the worst grimace he could come up with, but luck was not on his side as his mother turned around and caught him in the act. “GERARD…that’s enough now!” she scolded “good grief son…one should think you are about ten! Now go and get these bags.”

Gerry decided to leave without further ado and pondered about his revenge on Tamsin. Margaret in the meanwhile chuckled highly amused at the childish display of her grown up son “I haven’t seen him like that…for…ehm…a long time. But he has always been cheeky and his charm has always gotten him out of everything!”

Tamsin laughed “well, he seems very happy to be at home…and no matter how old we are, I guess we always regress to the children that are still inside us when we’re around our parents.”

Margaret smiled at her words and looked around the kitchen “you two have done a good job here…did Gerard help you at all?” “Erm…yeah…he did…quite…ah…a lot” Tamsin lied and slightly blushed when Margaret looked at her with raised eyebrows “you are a very bad liar my girl!”

**

Gerry entered the kitchen in high spirits “that’s the way things should be…the women in the kitchen and the men…” was as far as he got before his mother gave him a gentle smack over his head “hold your tongue and peel the potatoes over there and don’t cut yourself again!”
“I’m not finished helping with these bags!” he protested in vain but then wisely accepted his fate.

After lunch Gerry proposed “alright our honourable English guest wishes to see some of the wild beauty of Scotland…because that’s something the English are incredibly envious about. So I thought we could take her for a walk at the Falls of Dochart?”
So only an hour later they walked through the picturesque village Killin and then on to the falls.

“Impressed English?” Gerry said as smugly as if he had personally created the beauty around them. But Tamsin had had enough of their mutual teasing and truthfully answered “yeah, it’s absolutely stunning and somehow…makes your soul feel at peace.” Hastily adding “don’t laugh! …I know it sounds corny but it’s true!”

He stopped and looked at her with a smile playing around the corners of his lips “you’re right it does”. When he kept looking at her, there was this funnily pleasant feeling in the pit of Tam’s stomach again. With a sideways glance she established that Gerry’s parents were strolling slowly ahead of them.

Gerry still looked at her and what would have usually made her nervous, felt nothing but good. She smirked when she realised that this very moment was one of these short snapshots of momentary happiness, one too often forgets to notice.

“What makes you smirk like a Cheshire Cat sitting in a pot of cream…heh? Any worthwhile thoughts you wanna share?”
“I just realised that right now I am really happy…you know content and…happy in the here and now…”
In response the most beautiful smile appeared on his face “that’s good…you know I’m happy too right now.”

Gerry’s parents had stopped way ahead where the way parted and watched the two who stood talking. They observed a short kiss between them before Margaret saw her son drag Tamsin close to him with gentle roughness.

She was dragged out of her thoughts when her husband remarked with a thoughtful expression “I think he really likes her” and Margaret happily seconded that “yeah, at last there seems to be hope where all hope seemed lost”

They laughed as they watched the two approaching, both sporting these happy little smiles and were utterly oblivious to the fact that they were, although good naturedly, laughed about.

**

Hours later Tamsin crawled under the linen sheets with a yawn and mused about the lovely day she had spent with Gerry and his parents. These thoughts were flying out of the window when Gerry came back from the bathroom, looking gorgeous in his half-nakedness, his face a little stubbly and smiling at her.

Her pulse leapt along excitedly and when the smile changed into a naughty grin and he bit his lip, that well known feeling of desire self-assuredly settled in her body.
“I know you don’t like me horny all the time, but I just can’t help myself when you and I lie in the same bed half naked” Gerry whispered into her ear after he had joined her under the sheets.

“Good because right now…I am horny too!” Then she hesitated for a moment and whispered “but it still bothers me that we’re in your parent’s house!” In a mocking tone he replied “we’ll have to be quiet then you little screamer” and before she could retort anything, she felt him press against her, already half hard.

Her body reacted immediately, desire flooded her every cell and a little moan escaped her throat. “See?” Gerry mumbled against her neck before he licked admiringly over the hickey he had so expertly placed on the side of her neck two days ago and which regrettably started to lose its colour.

He felt arousal seep through him and occupy his body from head to toe. There was an overwhelming urge to touch her body everywhere, kiss, lick and bite every single piece of smooth skin exposed to his attention. He watched her nipples react and contract under his touch until they stood statue like and beautiful for him and him only.

He was thrilled to see her body react to him and decided that it was quite amazing. There was a multitude of little muscles that tensed hardly visible under his hands, hordes of goose-bumps that suddenly appeared from nowhere in response to his touch and galloped over her skin like a herd of wild Mustangs. Shivers that ran in little waves over her lightly tanned skin. Waves that were barely observable, yet in obvious correlation to his fingers running over her softly rounded stomach.

There were her barely audible moans and sighs, the reactions to the feelings he translated into strokes, little licks and gentle bites. After drinking in the display in front of him, Gerry finally let his thumb run over her aroused bud.

As he looked up her body he whispered with admiration in his voice “you’re so beautiful” before he let his finger slowly circle her core and felt a jolt of lust as she arched into his touch with a low moan.

Gerry felt his breath quicken and his own arousal reach the state where it nearly became unpleasant. But right now his wish to satisfy her was stronger. He replaced his thumb with his tongue and slowly started to lick, tasting her. He had to hold her down when he intensified his actions and carefully inserted his finger into her slickness stroking and feeling that velvety channel.

An animalistic low groan left her mouth, but he had not the heart to remind her of their intention to remain silent. Gerry closed his eyes and focused all his attention on feeling the little reactions to every change in his ministrations with his tongue.

When he gently started to suckle that small but oh so potent bundle of nerves, her hand found his head and even the touch of her fingers in his hair aroused him further, as it was showing him her enjoyment of what he was doing.

Gerry varied the strokes of his tongue and let it dance lightly before he licked with his hot tongue flat and rough. When she groaned again, he slid up her body and sealed her lips with his before he whispered into her ear “I love it when you let me hear how much I turn you on…but I am not sure whether my parents appreciate it so much”.

And before she cold get embarrassed he kissed her once more and then licked and kissed a trail back down her body until he reached that hot spot between her legs again.

He resumed his licking and when she writhed silently with more vigour against his mouth, he gently suckled and encircled her clit. Gerry looked up with dark, dilated pupils to see her buck beneath him and grasp the sheets. He witnessed breathlessly how she bit down hard onto her lower lip and saw a single, small drop of blood - crimson, unsettling and arousing at once.

He extended his arm and swiped away the drop that coloured her lip in a darker shade of red. Then he inserted his index finger between her parted lips, felt how her teeth slightly indented the soft flesh of his digit and hoped she would not bite down hard.

It did not take much more of his skilful licking and sucking before he felt her muscles tighten and watched with excitement her climax. Gerry observed how she started to shudder and with one smooth motion slid up her body to enter her.

His mouth sealed hers just in time to swallow her scream as well as his own groan, for he was all of a sudden sheathed in her pulsing hotness. Gerry felt like he was losing his mind as his arousal multiplied with every wave of her orgasm and he moved urgently in her, his lips still on hers, his hot hard breathing intermingling with hers.

Tamsin locked her legs around his waist and her arms were digging into his back, forcing him deeper inside her. His thrusts were driven by an overwhelming desire and he could taste the slightly metallic taste of blood on her lips, a proof of the overwhelming passion he had ignited.

Gerry’s heavy lidded gaze met hers and he saw black, hungry desire. Although he quickened his pace everything around them seemed to come to a standstill, all that reached his senses was the hotness between them and the tension that climbed towards the highest peak until it came crashing down on him, as her body once more joined his in its climactic tumble.

Tamsin watched his lips tremble and the ecstasy in his eyes, before she felt the muscles under her hands contract as he thrust even deeper into her.

Their bodies - bound in a secret pact - found deliverance together as Gerry buried his face in the nape of her neck to renew the fading mark he had left there.
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