Page 15 of Highlander Unraveled
Emma got down on her knees in front of me, cupping my face with her long, delicate hands. She kissed me deeply, wiping away wetness that appeared on my cheeks, and I realized my tears had fallen, and she’d caught me crying.
But she didn’t say anything, just kissed me in that way she had that sucked the breath from me, and yet, made me feel as though I were wrapped up in warmth.
I was the warrior. I was the Guardian of Scotland. I was Laird Grant, and yet, the touch of my wife, her love, could cut me at the knees like nothing else.
Emma gently pushed at my shoulders until I lay on my back with her climbing over me. She stroked her long fingers over my shoulders, my chest, tracing a path over every muscle until she skated over my abdomen toward my rock-hard cock. She untied my breeches the rest of the way and set my solid length free.
Och, how I ached for her. Blood surged toward my middle, filling my shaft until it was thicker, longer than it had been in years.
I supposed my dreams would give me a bit more than my already well-endowed cock possessed.
“Oh,” Emma gasped as she reached my length, wrapping her fingers around my hot skin and then sliding upward.
“All for ye, lass.” I flashed a wicked grin, and winked.
She smiled down at me. “Every inch.”
I leaned up and worked to remove the odd bits of lace from her breasts, trying to free them. Wanting to touch. To lick. They were larger than before. She gently pushed my hands away and covered herself.
“Not this time…,” her voice trailed off, that self-consciousness rearing its head again.
I nodded, wanting to comply with her wishes, not wanting to ruin anything by pushing her in a way she wasn’t comfortable with. She started to tuck the garment back on, when a thought occurred to me. I realized why she might not want me to touch her breasts, as she used them to feed our son; perhaps she was self-conscious of that fact.
“Ye know this is a dream,” I said. “There will be no milk… spillage.”
Her face lit up, her mouth forming a surprised O. “Oh, I didn’t think of that. In that case…” She tugged off the lace, and I moved in quick to cup the fleshy globes, rubbing my lips over one pert nipple and my thumb over the other.
Emma groaned, her head falling back, a pink flush covering her silky skin. “That feels so good.”
“Better than good,” I replied, flicking my tongue over her softness.
She tasted of peaches, honey and everything I ever wanted.
Emma straddled my hips, her sex pressed hotly to my cock. Through the silky undergarment I could feel how wet she was, and it made my blood burn with the need to feel her hot flesh naked on mine.
“I’m going to rip these off,” I said, taking hold of the garment and shredding them with one tug. “I need to be inside ye.”
Emma giggled. “I hope I don’t wake up naked.”
“I hope ye do,” I growled, sliding my fingers between her silken folds and shuddering at the contact. I gently pinched the throbbing nub, she called it her clit, and she cried out. “Damn, lass, ye’re so wet.”
Emma dropped her lips to my shoulder, nipping my skin and then licking and sucking every place she put her teeth.
“Get inside me, Logan,” she demanded.
The roles were quickly reversed, with my wife taking charge and ordering me about. But I didn’t mind. It had been months since I’d felt the silken heat of her flesh wrapped around my cock.
I gripped the base of my erection and slid it along her wet folds, finding her entrance and surging upward. My head fell back, a groan of pure animal pleasure erupting from me at the tight, hot feel. A moan of ecstasy melted from her luscious mouth.
Behind my closed eyes, brightness surged. I opened them to see that a light emitted from the rune stone behind us. Was the magic working? I didn’t remember a light from before. Or it could have been my imagination, my need for it to happen. This was partially a dream after all.
I gripped her round hips, locked my eyes on hers and said, “I love ye so damn much.”
Emma grinned down at me with an impish tilt to her lips. “Prove it. Worship me.”
“Och, love, but I already do.” I leaned up on my elbow, dragging her head toward me and claimed her mouth in a searing, tongue twisting kiss as I pumped my cock in and out of her. One hand threaded through her hair, tugging gently enough to cause a sting, the other held tight to her hips.
Emma rode me hard, her thighs clutched tight to my hips, her arse bouncing up and down on my thighs. She pressed her hands to my chest.
