Page 30 of Christmas Wore Plaid

She twisted around in his grip, no longer able to withstand the onslaught of sensations.

She needed to feel him too, needed to grip the firm muscles of his rear, needed to feel his manhood eager against her navel, needed to wrap her arms around him skin to skin and feel the man she’d pined for as a girl, now all grown up and offering his body to her as a woman.

Brady dropped his lips back to hers and tempered his breathing as he felt Emerson press her bonny breasts to his chest. God how he’d missed her, but never like this. He’d never known what this would feel like with her until now. And then he felt her breath graze his chest as she kissed his pectorals, slid her hands beneath his loosened trousers, gripped his rear, encouraged him to have what had been denied him until now.

“Emmy,” he groaned, and tore apart from her to unbuckle his boots and kick them haphazardly aside like an untried lad.

His eagerness returning, he ripped down his trousers and undergarments, fighting his feet free. She giggled at him and he stumbled and righted himself, colliding with her chest to chest and catapulting them both backward onto the plushness of the coverlet. Her dark hair splashed across his pillows in a haphazard fan and he reached down to pull her legs wide and slide his fingertips around her waist to grip her, his cock heavy and thickened with impatience as it stroked against the splayed crux of her thighs. He gripped her hair and sank his lips against hers, delighting in the feel of their chests pressed together.

“Perfect,” he whispered, and pressed his lips to hers, so softened by his kissing.

She looked up at him and he nuzzled her nose as he lifted her wrist and drew her hand to his shaft, relinquishing it to do with him as she would while he swirled his fingers around her navel, then down to caress her feminine lips. He fought to breathe as she closed her eyes on a pleasured sigh, and…God take him now, her touch encased his shaft.

He groaned and swallowed hard as she explored him in apprehensive strokes, and he spread her apart to run his fingers against her slickness. He nipped at her lips to stave off ravaging her like a beast as he pushed into her grip to both ease and stoke his lust. It had been so long since he’d felt at peace, but right now, as they lay together for the first time, he was blanketed in the sensation that everything might finally turn out all right, now that her uncle’s intrigues and schemes no longer mattered. But he needed no priming. He was ready to burst, and hissed as she skimmed his helm. She smiled, bit her lip, and looked up into his eyes.

“You wish to give yourself to me?” he murmured, brushing back her hair. She let go of him, sliding her palms over his shoulders, making him shiver. “No going back if we do,” he added, but she placed her finger over his lips.

“I know. I want to do this.”

As he pushed within her, his eyes fell shut and a whoosh of air escaping him. She cried out and arched her back.

“Emmy…Emmy…” he whispered, gritting his teeth and grasping her to steady her while she softened to the intrusion.

He dusted kisses across her brow and cheeks as she arched her breasts against him. Unable to refrain, he undulated with her, rocking their bodies together as he buried his nose into her hair and basked in her ragged breathing. His muscles flexed, her moans only encouraging him, and his thrusts gained power. He’d been denied many dreams, but right now, he was gifted with the one that had mattered most.

Her head lolled to the side, and she scored his back and rear with her fingers, anchoring him atop her until he couldn’t contain the surge that erupted from him.

“Brady!” she cried, sheathing him with her pleasure.

He ripped free of her grip and shoved up to his knees, grasping her hips and pushing hard within her on a rough shout to spend himself in steady surges.

For a moment, neither of them could move as they spilled over the precipice. But he had no intent on dressing and returning to work. With barely any presence of mind, he pulled loose the tassels from his canopy to drape them both within, and collapsed upon her.