MacGregor

Chapter 5. The Beach

*Warning. Strictly 18+ only. Mature and explicit sexual content*

S tusa gràdh mo bheatha. Scots Gaelic: meaning: You're the love of my life.

"This way" MacGregor led the way along the side of the hall, its whitewashed walls bathed in the brightest moonlight. A mild, almost warm and gentle breeze embraced them as they made along a small rugged path through the peat bogs which finally gave way to drier, sandier ground. "Stay close Chloe, the ground is quite uneven." His voice was husky and caring, "Stay close Chloe," She whispered through her breath before grasping his hand tighter. "Arrg crap!" A small trip and Chloe lost her footing, falling forwards and into the solid arms of Macgregor. "Whoops, watch it there lass, are you alright?" His deep voice resonated in his chest and through Chloe like a call from the wild, taking her breath away and calling her womb to attention. "Just his voice can do that" Chloe pondered breathlessly. "Just his voice can send a message straight to my vagina which was now pleading for him to touch it. "Chloe?" She was jolted from the thought as MacGregor stared into her eyes. His hands were still holding firmly to her hips and big enough to spread all the way around her. He looked different, concerned and soft around the face, his eyes searching hers. "I'm fine, I I'm fine j just got a bit of a shock is all." Chloe's eyes looked down from his soul searching glare. It was making her feel a bit faint. "Yer makin a habit o getting frightened eh lass? don't worry, don't be scared, your safe wae me." A smile grew on the edges of his mouth and he pulled her hips gently closer "yer in good hands." Their faces came so close she tasted the whisky from his hot breath, hitting her in the solar plexus with a sickening want, a kind of desire she had never experienced before. She wanted this giant Scotsman, she wanted to taste him, his rich and heady scent of burning peat, whisky and the raw smell of MacGregor. It was a heady cocktail. MacGregor pulled her even closer and this time, plucking her up in his arms, he strode down hill, covering ground quicker than she thought human before finally stopping and lowering her once again to stand in front of him. "Well?" MacGregor's face was alight, his eyebrows raised and inquiring."Well what?" Chloe quizzed and before she knew it, his hands were again around her waist and turning her around to face where he was looking.

"Oh. My. God. " Chloe gasped in awe at the sight which greeted her. "I told you it'd be a treat" MacGregor boasted as they surveyed the most divine beach Chloe had ever set eyes on. White sands, perfectly defined by moonlight stretched for as far as she could see, the waters lapping gently over the plains as the vast Atlantic stretched eternally out. Chloe shrieked in delight and made off on to the sands, her slight frame dancing before him, sprightly and delicate. Powerful feelings filled his body, conflicting feelings of wanting to protect her and wanting to take her, take her sex, drown in it. MacGregor followed, her laughter filling his ears with sweetness. "Oh Rory!" Chloe whooped. " I can die a happy woman." She threw her arms around him, spinning and laughing, gripping his large shoulders as she danced. MacGregor's breath grew stronger, his growing need audible, his grip tightening with desire for her. He wanted to feel that creamy porcelain skin beneath his hands again, wanted to take her, possess her. Overcome with lust MacGregor pulled her hard in to him, his green eyes smoldering down on her as he held her tight to his chest. Chloe's heart pounded at his sudden move. "Tell me what you see Chloe." MacGregor breathed deeply. "ahh." A small aching sound released from her mouth as his hands gripped firmly round her, pulling her closer until his lips brushed past her ear "Tell me what you see Chloe" MacGregor's whispers were deep and erotic. He pressed his firm torso against her and brought a hand to her chin, raising her face enough to meet his gaze. Chloe's breath let out a whimper as she felt she'd entered a wonderland of fantasy "Your eyes..."she sighed "your body." She lowered her head bashfully. MacGregor's breath deepened, "Look at me lass" and he pushed her chin upwards till his lips brushed against her cheek and hovered achingly over her mouth. "Do you like this lass?" he stared intensely down through strands of thick, dark curls. "Yes," She whimpered, her pulse racing. "Can I kiss you again Chloe?" MacGregor's mouth parted, panting his warm breath over her, begging for her to drink him in. Chloe's knees weakened and she was now completely held up by his arms. " K kiss me Rory, please k..." His mouth pressed gently down on hers, softly caressing and teasing her, she pulled at his huge shoulders to bring him in to her, closer, burning in his kiss.