Luckily, her new husband was more experienced when it came to doing two things at once, because his waistcoat and shirt soon joined her gown on the floor, although his lips didn’t stop their torment.
When his teeth grazed against her skin, she went mad, the heat pooling in her core sending her, panting, even closer to him. Her hands scrabbled at his back, trying to draw him nearer, and he chuckled drily.
“This will go faster if you trust me, love.”
He was right, but it took most of her strength to loosen her hold.
In a moment, he’d shucked his kilt and the rest of his clothes, and her chemise was floating softly toward the floor as well. She would’ve watched the graceful fall of material, had he not nudged her toward the bed with a growl.
As she fell backward, he caught her androlled, until she was pinning him atop the mattress.
It was an odd position, but quite conducive to touching him, which was exactly what she wanted to do.
In between kisses and whispered words of love, she explored his body, pausing to marvel at each new wonder revealed. His skin was lighter below his collar, but just as hard as she’d imagined…while being delightfully smooth as well.
He allowed the exploration for as long as he could, his hands curled into fists at his side, until he gave in with a growl and rolled her to one side so he could touchher.
And as nice as that moment had been, she decided she liked this part even better.
He kissed, he stroked, he licked, his fingers working their magic on her. And when his hand reached the junction of her thighs, and the pad of his thumb brushed against her hidden bud, she moaned in gratitude and wrapped one leg around his, to give him better access.
In the weeks since he’d proposed, they’d snuck away to be together often. She’d moved her things into his house and helped him decorate, when they weren’t both busy at the factory. But no matter how often they’d explored the passion between them, he’d always held a part of himself back.
But now that they were married, he was truly hers.
Emberknewshe was wet and aching, ready for him…but his fingers managed to drive her higher and higher, until she was breathless with need. Or perhaps that was because of what his lips were doing to her neck… Either way, she could feel herselfsqueezing around him, inching closer and closer to the release she desperately craved.
Then he rolled again, pulling her with him as he moved onto his back. With his hands on her hips, he settled her atop his thighs, and she knew what she needed to do. Grasping his hard length, she positioned herself above him…
And sheathed herself around him.
He shuddered out a groan, and Ember’s core immediately squeezed in response.
Yes.
Max knew what to do. He always did.
With soft murmurs, he began to move, flexing himself in and out of her wetness. Soon, she’d dropped her hands to his shoulders, holding onto him as each gentle thrust pressed against her insides in the most delightful way. In no time, her pleasure had her spiraling higher again, reaching, gasping, aching.
His speed increased, and she heard his breaths coming in jolting gasps.
“Ember, I need…”
When he trailed off in a groan, she smiled, her gaze fixed on his. “Yes, love. I do too.”
It was the correct thing to say, because one of his hands moved to find her pearl, hidden in red curls, as he pumped into her. And when his thumb pressed against it, she exploded.
Her pleasure burst over her, squeezing at him as she gasped. She felt him thrust once more, and then a rush of warm liquid flooded her womb, and he groaned out her name.
“Ember!”
She flexed her hips again and again, trying to prolong the pleasure, and she did. But eventually she had to collapse, panting, against his chest.
His heart beat strongly alongside her cheek, and she smiled when his arms wrapped around her.
He was hers now, and she was his.
“Thank you, wife,” he finally whispered against her hair.
