Jamie removed his hand, and lifted Amelia up, a contented smile on her well-kissed lips. Her eyes were half-closed, and she asked. “‘Tis worth writing a whole novel about.” And she giggled to herself, so sated from their wicked deed.

“Will you let me see you now?” She had felt a long hardness but had never seen a shaft before.

“Aye, but I’m afraid I willnae last very long, not after seeing ye come tae yer pleasure.”

“Is that attractive?” Amelia asked innocently as she toyed with the ties on his breeches.

He swallowed, his face looking slightly pained, and said, “More than ye know, lass.”

With Jamie’s help, Amelia freed his cock from its prison, and its size made her gasp. She reached out to grab it, her soft fingers clutching the silky skin.

“Ye move up and down, lass.”

“Like this?” Jamie groaned in response. “Aye.”

And Amelia rubbed and pulled, savoring the feel of his smooth man flesh, so hard and sturdy in her hand. He leaned over her, hands on either side of her on the desk as she continued her rhythm, steadily growing in speed. And then, she felt his cock stiffen and thicken and then his seed began to pour out, Jamie growling into her neck, shaking, and then exhaling deeply.