Page 71 of Dark Side of the Laird
I blew out a long breath, trying to regain some control. I wanted this to last. Didn’t want to have it end so soon. If my cock had a mind of its own, I’d have slid inside her already.
With an arm tucked around her waist, I grabbed hold of the bar of soap and dipped it into the water. I slid the slick bar over Emma’s shoulders, down between her breasts to her belly. She sighed, a slight shudder going through her, and she leaned her head back onto my shoulder, her eyes closing.
“I could get used to this,” she murmured.
“Then we’ll have to make it a regular activity.”
“Oh, yes, please.”
I smoothed the bar over her breasts, watching the suds bubble on her creamy skin and nipples. I set the bar down, content to run my hands over her slickened skin. To see how many bubbles I could create and pop.
Emma moaned, arching her back, her buttocks pressing harder to my groin. I gritted my teeth, turgid shaft pulsing with need.
I slid my fingers over her neck and shoulders. Pushing her forward, I stroked my soapy hands over her back, thumbs kneading the length of her spine. The ends of her hair were wet and tickled my hands and forearms.
Every inch of her felt exquisite, and she was all mine. I caressed my way to the base of her spine, over her hips to her smooth, flattened belly, then trailed my fingers down her thighs. Her legs fell open to the sides, and I couldn’t help but take her up on her invitation. I cupped her heat, stroking my thumb over her clit and teasing the folds of her sex.
Emma gasped, writhing in my arms.
“I missed touching ye,” I whispered in her ear. “The heat of ye, so slick and smooth.”
I slid a finger inside her, feeling the muscles of her heat clenching me tight, then letting me go, then clenching again. I wanted to feel her do that on my cock.
“Turn around,” I gently commanded.
Emma grabbed hold of the tub and lifted herself up, her beautiful, heart-shaped arse in my face. I playfully smacked her buttocks, and she shrieked and jumped around. Water sluiced down her belly, to the two bare lips of her sex, centering at the top and dripping in a line down the crack where her netherlips touched.
“Do ye know how beautiful ye are?” I asked, gaze flicking up to her face, then back down to her sex. I leaned forward, licking the line of her cleft, and gathering the droplets of water on my tongue.
Emma gasped, her knees buckling. I grabbed her hips, steadying her. But one lick wasn’t enough. It never was with her. With the pads of my thumbs, I parted her folds, and gazed at the wondrous pink petals, the little nob that made her hiss when I touched it. I flicked my tongue over the knotted flesh, listening for that quick indrawn breath and chuckling with satisfied pleasure when it passed her lips.
I slipped a finger slowly inside her as I scraped my teeth gently over her clit. Emma moaned, a guttural, primal sound that I answered with a groan of my own, sucking gently on that bundle of nerves as I tongued her folds. I held tight to her hip, balancing her as she trembled and quaked. Heated cream slicked my fingers as I plunged in and out. She draped herself over me, hands on my shoulders, breasts on my head, hair tickling the top of my back. I was relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure. I lapped at her delicious body, the slippery folds, that bundle of nerves, all the while fucking her with one finger, then two, then stretching her further with three.
She moaned, panted, mumbled incoherent words. Her nails dug deep into my flesh. Every time I felt her body tense, I pulled my fingers out, mouth away, blew hotly on her sex, but didn’t touch her. Counted to twenty, then dipped back in, teasing her with small nudges of my tongue and only one finger, before diving back in completely, loving her with my whole mouth and multiple fingers deep inside her.
After forcing her to hold back her climax several times, I gave into her trembling, aching need and drove her over the edge. Head thrown back, beautiful body taught, she peaked. An erotic cry that thrummed along every nerve in my body like the swipe of her delicious tongue, poured from her lips. Her sex held my fingers tight as she spasmed around me. Emma’s completion was glorious, wonderful and had me nearly climaxing just to behold it.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I tugged her down, her knees straddling my hips, my cock notching against her entrance. “I love ye,” I said.
Emma kissed me hard, licking her juices from my lips and tongue, and thrusting her pelvis downward, my cock filling her. “I love you, too,” she said.
She felt so good surrounding me. Tight, warm, wet. Like home. If I could, I’d stay buried inside her for the rest of my life. I held onto her hips, steadying her pace, but when I’d teased her before, she now returned the favor, ignoring the pace I set, she bounced on me rapidly. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub, but I didn’t care. A casualty of our war on pleasure.
The muscles of her sheath clenched tight around me with every downward move, and I swore I was going to explode every time. She was doing that thing she’d been doing on my fingers. Tightening, releasing, tightening, releasing. Gritting my teeth, I squeezed my eyes shut and kissed the hell out of her at the same time I forced myself not to come.
When Emma sucked in a ragged gasp and her body stiffened as she hastened her pace, I knew we were at the end, and I no longer had to hold back. I growled, crying out with the force of my body shattering. My orgasm gripped me tight and held on strong as I pumped up into her, matching her frantic rhythm. At that same moment, Emma too cried out, her body jerking forcefully.
We stayed in the water until our skin prickled and pruned, and then we climbed out, drying each other before the hearth. As I knelt before Emma, looking up at her pink, love-ripened skin, I was overcome with my love for her.
“Will ye marry me?” I asked her.
A broad grin covered her lips. “Is this an official proposal?” she asked.
“Aye, lass. I know I’ve said it before. But now I would make it happen without waiting. I want ye to be my wife. I love ye.”
“I love you, too.”
“When I stared death in the face, all I could think about was not wanting to leave ye behind. When I think about the rest of my life, I canna imagine it without ye in it. Ye’ve shared my deepest, darkest secrets. Ye’ve seen me at my lowest, and ye’ve seen me at my highest. Hell, woman, ye traveled through the bounds of time and space. Emma, love, ye’ve changed my whole world. Ye’ve changed who I am, who I want to be. And all for the better. I’d not realized how lost I was until I met ye. How hopelessly broken I was. Ye made me whole again and I want to spend the rest of my life making ye happy.”
