A Laird for All Time by Angeline Fortin (room on the broom read aloud txt) 📗

belly tightening with promise and he hadn’t even touched her yet.   His lips left hers to fasten on her neck, sucking and biting lightly.  She cried out as the passion overwhelmed her.  “Oh, Connor!  Now! Now!”  She fumbled with buttons on his shirt urging him to hurry.

Connor broke away slightly to look down into her face.  Her eyes were unfocused, her cheeks flushed.  Never had he imaged that she felt this as deeply as he.  “Och, my love!  Ye precious lass!”

Still carrying her, he walked in the next room and dropped her down on the bed.  Pulling his shirt over his head in a fluid motion and losing his trousers in equally short order.  He lowered himself over her even as his arms shook from the force of his want and lust.   “I dinna know how long I can wait, lass.  I feel as if I have wanted ye forever.”

“Then don’t wait.”  She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his weight down on her.

Still he managed to find the strength to refrain from falling on her like a callous lad, Connor’s lips instead found her breast and suckled deeply on a nipple drawing a cry and moan from her.  She wound her long legs around his waist and urged him closer with her muscled thighs while her hands roamed his chest and shoulders before skimming lower to massage his buttocks.  Determined to prolong the moment, he drew back to make space for his fingers to travel down her belly and down farther still.

She gasped as his touch first the inside her thigh before turned upward, she was hot and damp already as his fingers circled the sensitive nub there before dipping inside.  With a moan, she thrust her hips up to meet his hand as he stroked her again and again.  Her thighs shook and she clutched his shoulders.  “Connor,” she moaned.

He caught her lips again in a probing kiss as he reared back and drove into her in a single thrust.  A deep throaty cry escaped her lips before she deepened their kiss and urged him onward.  Praying for control, Conner withdrew and plunged deeply again and again.  Her hands ran down his back again as her legs climbed higher around his waist.  She hung on tightly as he found a rhythm that pleased them both.  Her inner muscles clenched around his length nearly driving him mad.   She hummed over or over between kisses, “Ohmigod, ohmigod!”  He shifted hooking his arm under one thigh to change the angle of his thrusts and her breathing changed.

The tension was building in Emmy’s center as she reveled in the power of Connor’s lovemaking.  He was so large and muscular.  She loved the feel of his heavy arms around her, his weight bearing down on her.  The hairs of his chests rubbed against her nipples arousing tingles in the sensitive peaks.  She had never imagined sex could be so thrilling!  Normally, it was almost a chore following foreplay, but she had wanted nothing more than the feel of him inside her.  Then he shifted drawing her leg up higher and pulling his chest up to change the angle of his thrusts and with that a new feeling struck Emmy’s core.

She drew in a short, shocked breath as a new ache built deep inside her.  Not painful by any means, but almost like a pleasurable cramp that reached out with its fingers across her abdomen and radiated down her inner thighs.  She grew tighter and tighter until a feeling of near panic overtook her.  “Connor?” she panted opening her eyes in confusion uncertain what was happening and feeling a need to deny it.  “No, no,” she moaned.

Connor looked down at the confusion in her eyes and lowered his head to kiss her once more.  “Just let it happen, my love, let it come,” he urged.

Then it did, the ache built almost painfully and broke in waves of ecstasy that flooded hotly through her.  Her muscles contracted rhythmically around his erection as he plunged once again to her core and cried out his own release.  He gathered her against him and drove in one last time before holding her close.  The spasms continued for a while decreasing in intensity until Emmy relaxed against him and savored his weight above her.

She closed her eyes in wonder.  She thought she had had an orgasm before, usually during foreplay when in the company of a considerate lover but she had never felt one during intercourse before.  Oh, she had enjoyed the act before and had found it pleasurable, but nothing in her experience could compare with this…this shared moment of release and bliss.  Emmy turned her head and kissed the side of his neck.  “Thank you,” she whispered.

Connor chuckled and rolled on to his back pulling her with him until she was nestled against his side.  “No, my lady, thank ye.”

Emmy slapped his sweaty chest playfully and tugged on the chest hairs there.  He had a magnificent chest, she thought.  Thick and muscular with deep, sinewy lines and definition.  In fact his whole body was like that.  Large and…she giggled as she included another aspect of his anatomy in the description.  She raised her head to look down before returning to the pillow of his chest.  Yup, definitely large and…everything.  His hand cupped the back of her head and stroked her hair in a comforting fashion.

After a long, languid silence, the wind and rain slapped against the windows reminding Emmy where she was.  Raising her head, she looked up to see him watching her.  His dark eyes were warm but wary despite the coziness of their embrace.

“What?” she queried although she had an idea what he was thinking.  He didn’t take long to prove her correct.

Chapter 26

“Ye were not a virgin.”  It was not an accusation as much as an observation.

“I think we already discussed that,” she said softly as not to provoke him.

“Did you have to sell yerself to survive?”

The question was voiced with