I heard him undress but I didn’t see it. I was looking down at the rug, feeling his eyes on me. The heat of the fire was already working, the cold of the loch slowly ebbing away, my nerves coming back to life.

I was here. I was naked and I was pointing my ass at him for him to admire. A few minutes ago I’d been leaving forever and now I was here.

He loved me.

I smiled as I thought about it, about his grand gesture on the loch, the way he’d nearly sunk both boats in his efforts to get in front of us, to get me to listen to him.

He had been stupid but so had I. I shouldn’t have walked away. I should have called him. We should have communicated better. That would be something for us to talk about later. I got the feeling there would be an awful lot we’d both want to talk about later.

But at that moment, I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to feel his hand on me. He fulfilled my wish a second later but not in the way I was expecting.

“This is for being stupid with your money and wasting it all on an idiot who's too stubborn to ring you,” he said.

Before I knew what was going to happen I felt a sting in my ass. His hand had smacked down on my right buttock sending intense shock through my body, bringing the skin to life, heating it more than the fire ever could.

He spanked me again a second later. I couldn’t help gasping at the sensation but I wanted more. I wanted so much more.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, knowing what effect those words would have on him. “I have been a naughty girl.”

“Wicked,” he growled, slapping my ass again and again. “You must try harder.”

“I will,” I said, getting into the role of submissive as if I’d never been away. “Please forgive me.”

He smacked me a final time, his fingers then tracing lines over my buttocks, making me shudder at the sheer overwhelming sensation of it all.

My pussy was tingling with need and I shuffled my knees apart, pushing my ass further up, wanting him to get the hint.

He spread my ass wide, his tongue running down in a line, finding my hole, nudging into it, lapping around it as I moaned into the rug under me. He dipped his tongue in and out of my ass before kissing where he’d spanked, moving up my back and then down again, his hands wandering over my thighs.

My world revolved around him, his touch, his smell, everything about him. The past was forgotten. I wasn’t even thinking about the future. I was just thinking about the present and nothing else, the moment with him as his finger slipped into my pussy, exploring, probing, withdrawing, making me cry out with pleasure as he teased me to breaking point.

“On your knees,” he said a moment later.

I was too shaky to move quickly, almost losing my balance as I turned and caught sight of his cock, rigid, throbbing, moving towards me.

I couldn’t resist taking hold of the shaft in my hands, pulling him towards me, needing to taste him. He looked down at me, his fingers running through my hair as I opened my mouth.

He kept his body still, making me move. I wrapped my lips around his length, loving the feeling of being gagged by his cock, feeling it pulse on my tongue. I stared up at him, seeing the hunger in his eyes as he began to thrust, fucking my face. All the while my pussy throbbed with need but I ignored it, concentrating on giving him pleasure.

I fought for breath when he pulled back but then he was in again, making it impossible for me to move away, holding me in place, groaning loudly. “You look good with my cock in your mouth,” he said. “I want to see that a lot.”

I smiled as best I could, running my tongue over the tip of him, rewarded by it twitching in my hand.

“On your back,” he said, pushing my shoulders down, moving between my legs, kissing my thighs while stroking his way up my stomach. He buried his tongue in me at the same moment his fingers reached my aching nipples, teasing and tugging at them, kneading my breasts while lapping inside me.

I ground my hips onto him as he moved up to my clit, the motion of our bodies enough to send an orgasm racing through me a minute later. When it struck, he immediately move up me, looming over me, my hands stroking the muscles of his chest as he impaled me on his length in a single solid motion.

I gasped out loud, my climax still tearing through my body, the duration increased by the way he rocked inside me. “I love you,” he said, leaning down and kissing me. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Fuck me,” I replied, my voice a hungry growl. “Come in me.”

He pulled back and began slamming home but after too short a time, he stopped. “On all fours again,” he said.

I obliged all too eagerly, pushing my ass back at him as his finger dipped again into my pussy.

Then it was easing its way into my ass, stretching me, making me wince as he used my wetness to lubricate the tight little hole.

“I’m going to own that,” he said, sliding his finger free. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck me,” I said, enough of an answer for him.

The tip of his cock ran down the valley between my buttocks, finding the hole, nudging into it as I tried to breathe through the discomfort. The pain didn’t last long, he was expert at judging just how slow to take it, making sure I was ready before moving deeper into my ass, rocking gently in place, letting me move back onto him as I stretched and widened around his length.

“Come in me,” I said again. “I want to feel it.”

I moved one hand to my clit underneath me, rubbing it in the way I knew would work best, frantic to reach another climax.

Mine hit just after his. I felt his cock suddenly twitch and spurt into my ass and the sensation tipped me over the edge. It was the first time I’d ever had anything in there but I didn’t care, I just knew it felt incredible, so perfect because it was with him.

My climax made my body grip him, all the muscles inside me spasming together, my back arching, his hands on my hips, holding me against him until the last drops were squeezed from him. Only then did he slide slowly out, kissing my buttocks lightly before moving to lay beside me on the rug.

I could feel the heat of the fire again. It had been forgotten in the moment but I was glad of its glow as I lay naked beside Robert, stroking his chest with my hand, my heart gradually slowing, my breathing returning to normal.

“Welcome to your new home,” he said.

“It’s yours,” I replied. “I gave it to you.”

How about its ours?”

“Deal.”

“I have one question though.”

“And what’s that?”

“Can I be your gardener?”

I laughed. “Have you read Lady Chatterley’s Lover? That's the type of gardener I'm after.”

He kissed me again, the sound of the fire spitting behind us dying down in the noise of my emotions. I felt pure joy. Nothing that had happened before mattered. All that mattered was the present and the future, our future together.