We both lay in the afterglow as the throes of what just happened passed. Fiona snuggled in, her firm breasts pushing against my side. I ran my fingers through her tangled curls managing to reach her scalp and provide a very gentle head massage. She shivered at my touch. I moved my hand down her back and gently stroked her, teasing in and around the small of her back.

“So, that was tasty, but I’m still hungry”, Fiona teased. “I see”, I said, “well we better do something about that, eh?”. I worked my way south and rolled Fiona onto her back, her legs parting effortlessly as I arrived between her legs. I teased in and around her clit with my tongue. Her pubic hair tickled my tongue, but I was in a good place, her wet pussy opening up to my tongue as I alternated between licking, flicking and probing her with it. Remembering that she was happy to have fingers inside her, I introduced a couple and worked a routine between tongue and digits to make her wetter still.

Fiona started to move up and down on my fingers of her own accord. I felt her vagina tightening around them, and her breathing became more ragged, intermingled with soft moans, all in that musically soft Scottish accent. “Oh, oh, oooh, I’m coming”, she whimpered. And with that, she shuddered on my fingers as I felt her contract and relax on me.

Her moans and writhing had made me rock hard, and I moved to insert myself into her. But she put a hand on my chest. “Let me ride you”, she said breathlessly. I lay down, and she straddled me once again. Reaching under, she took me in hand and guided herself onto my cock. With her hands on my chest to steady herself, she rode me slowly, deeply, grinding her pelvis against me, ensuring every last inch was inside her.

Fiona picked up the pace and started to fuck me harder and faster, the noise of her juices lubricating our rhythm, which was building to a frenzied pace. She halted as her hips shook in another orgasm. Her orgasm tipped me over the edge, and I tensed my hips involuntarily as I shot another load deep into her.

She lowered herself and laid on top of me, enveloping me in her curls and breasts. We lay like that for a few moments until she extricated herself and slumped next to me.

We continued like that through the night and the early morning, sometimes gentle, others fast, hard and animalistic. I had wished it could have gone on, but I had to be back at work in a couple of days, so after one for the road, so to speak, we said our goodbyes, and I made my way south once more. But I would never forget my wild Fiona, her freckles, her curls and her ice-blue Highlander eyes.