The Handfasting (3 page)

“Emma,” he
whispered huskily as he beheld his beautiful bride.  She stood before him proud
and unashamed.  She was perfect in every way.  Her long blonde hair was
unbound, just how he liked it, and cascaded in waves mid-way down her back. 
Her waist was slender and her belly flat.  Gavin’s eyes lingered lower.  Emma
had a beautiful thatch of blonde curls that shielded her womanhood and Gavin
fought to remain his composure when he looked at her just there.  Tonight he
would bury himself inside of her.  He would be surrounded by those very curls
tonight, and his pulse hammered in his veins with this very thought.

His gaze shifted
up to her beautiful, full breasts.  His lips ached to kiss them, to shower them
with his love.  He planned to suckle her pert pink nipples until they stood
erect from the assault of his kisses.

If only I had
more time.  I’d worship every inch of ye if I had more time!

Gavin closed the
distance between them and pulled Emma against his chest. He cupped her
delicious naked bottom and pulled her intimately against his erection.  His
lips claimed hers possessively and she yielded to him by opening her mouth to
welcome his invasion.  Gavin growled appreciatively at her response to his
kiss.  She wanted him and it pleased him greatly.

Emma sensed the
urgency in his kiss and she met his desire, hot and fervent.  Gavin deepened
the kiss, kissing her nearly senseless.  He plundered her mouth until she was
breathless in her desire for him.  She wanted more of him, needed more of him
to quell the delicious burning deep within her belly.

Gavin’s lips left
hers and he trailed kisses over her collarbone.  His lips found her nipple and
he began to suckle.  Shivers of pleasure shot down Emma’s spine.  She cried out
with surprise at the newness of this sensation.  The feeling of his lips
against her sensitive nipple made the blood course through her veins as if it
was on fire.  Emma moaned loudly and felt as though her knees would give out. 
Never had she experienced such exquisite pleasure. 

Gavin tugged
gently on her erect nipple with his teeth.  Emma cried out again and cupped his
face between her hands.  Her hands moved up and raked though Gavin’s hair. She
held his lips to her breast, urging on his sweet torment.  His lips worked her
nipple expertly.  His tongue circled around her deliciously, causing her to
arch against him. 

Emma seemed to
melt against him and Gavin thought it wise to lower her onto his massive bed before
her knees gave out.  He spread her out before himself, taking a moment to drink
in her beauty before covering her with his fevered body as she lay naked atop
his bed. 

“Ye liked that,
did ye no?” Gavin chuckled as he placed light kisses down her side.  He avoided
kissing her breasts deliberately, seeking to drive Emma wild with desire for
his kiss.

“Yes,” Emma moaned
against him.  Her hands knotted in his unbound hair.  “Do that again…please,”
she begged.

“Gladly,” Gavin
growled as his lips claimed the nipple of Emma’s other breast.  He palmed her
sweet globes and tormented her with his tongue until she was arching against
him.  Gavin’s mouth became more demanding, harder against her breasts, and Emma
found that she liked that.  She loved the need that she felt in his touch.  She
loved that she could feel just how much he wanted her.

He smelled spicy
yet sweet and his unbound hair tickled her breasts in the most delicious way. 
He regained control of himself and nibbled at her breasts as he alternated suckling
her nipples with tracing his fingers lightly over her delicate skin.  Gavin wanted
to pleasure Emma thoroughly and he took his time worshiping her beautiful, full
breasts.  He wanted her mad with desire and he could tell that the lass enjoyed
what he was doing to her.  When he at last lifted his mouth from her breasts,
Emma found herself gasping for air after his sweet assault.

Gavin’s lips
trailed down to press soft kisses down her belly and Emma arched instinctively
against him.  Her nails scored the flesh of his shoulders as he kissed his way
languidly down her body. 

“Yer sae
beautiful,” he murmured as he tasted her sweet, warm skin.

Emma’s heart
fluttered at his words.  She lay completely naked before him and she had not a
shred of embarrassment.  Being this way with Gavin seemed so right.

Gavin kissed the
warm skin just above her thatch of blond curls.  Electricity shot through
Emma’s veins at the touch of his lips on her very sensitive skin.  The
throbbing between her legs intensified.

“Do ye like this?”
he whispered, his breath warm over her newly sensitized flesh.

She threaded her
hands in his hair in answer.  “Yes,” she admitted brazenly, her response
spurring him onward.

“Good.  Then I
imagine ye will like this as well,” he whispered huskily as he trailed his
tongue over her hot skin, causing tingles to race down her spine.

 Her nipples
puckered in response to his tongue gliding over her heated flesh.  Gavin’s
touch made her ache deep inside.  Her fingers explored his skin, memorizing the
contours of his muscled back and shoulders.  Her body trembled with
anticipation as Gavin’s tongue slid lower.  Emma wanted, needed something more
from him now.

Surprising her,
Gavin parted her delicate folds with his fingers.  He groaned loudly when his
fingers met her wetness.  She was more than ready for him and his cock throbbed
in response to this realization.  He fought the masculine instinct to rise up
and bury himself inside of her.  Her pleasure would come first.

Emma gasped, and
Gavin felt her muscles tense beneath him.

“It’s alright,
sweetheart,” he whispered against her skin.  “Let me show ye, let me love ye,”
he encouraged as he against placed soft kisses on the skin at the tops of her
thighs.

Emma’s breathing
was ragged.  She was surprised when Gavin touched her so intimately and yet his
kisses, his tender caresses felt so good.  She drew in a sharp, shaky breath as
his fingers touched her again.  Touched her
there.

“Och, lass.  Yer
sae wet for me,” Gavin murmured approvingly as his finger slid over the slick
wetness between Emma’s delicate folds. 

Fire shot through
Emma’s veins at Gavin’s touch.  His fingers slid over her delicate skin and she
arched her back, moaning in response to his touch. 

Aroused nearly
beyond the point that he could control himself, Gavin gritted his teeth. 
Touching Emma like this was exquisite torture.  She was so wet, so ready for
him, and yet he held back.  He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep
within her, to spill his seed in her womb.  Yet, he knew that he must go slowly
and make this moment right for Emma.    He wanted to make absolutely sure that
she was ready.  He was honored as her husband to be the one to take her
virginity and he vowed silently to himself that their first joining would be
perfect.  Emma deserved nothing less.

Gavin moved his
finger gently, caressing the bead of Emma’s hidden desire.  She called out in
response to his expert touch and Gavin smiled against her thigh.  Oh, how he
loved giving her pleasure.  Emma’s hips began to shift, pressing back against
him as he caressed her.  Her sighs now came as raspy, broken breaths.  Her
moans made Gavin’s cock pulse painfully as he touched her, driving them both to
the brink of ecstasy.

Gavin slid a
finger inside of Emma and a whimper of immense pleasure escaped from her mouth. 
Her response pleased him greatly and he groaned as his finger was surrounded by
her slick, wet heat.  She was so tight. 

Emma arched back
against the bed.

“Gavin!” she cried
out, wrenching her hands in his hair as he pleasured her with his finger. 

“Aye, love.  Let
me show ye pleasure,” he whispered against her thigh.  “Let yerself go,” he
coaxed as he stroked her softly.

He moved his
finger slowly, deliberately in and out of her tight sheath, working her to a
fever pitch.  Emma bent her knees as spread her legs wider in response to his
sweet torment.  The aching between her thighs had reached a new intensity and
she was lost now, completely consumed with her desire for Gavin.  She wanted
more.

Gavin flicked his
tongue against the bead of Emma’s desire and she nearly screamed as her
overwhelming desire intensified.  Her fingers tugged at his hair, and her nails
scored the skin of his shoulders.  Gavin smiled against her and traced his
tongue around and around her clitoris.  He drove her half mad with his expert
tongue, spurring her need with gentle flicks of his tongue as he drove his
finger into and out of her tight sheath.

She was more than
ready for him and he could wait no longer.

Rising above Emma,
Gavin swiftly removed his kilt.  He settled his engorged cock at the junction
of her thighs and gritted his teeth as the head of his erection pressed at the
entrance to her womanhood.  Her wet skin was feverish with desire, and Gavin’s
cock throbbed with the need to be inside of her.  His muscles were tense as he
fought to remain in control.  This had to be perfect.  Emma deserved perfect.

“With this ye are
mine, we are bound together as husband and wife,” he said huskily, using every
ounce of restraint to keep himself from delving into her hot sheath.  “Look at
me Emma.  Say that yer mine,” he demanded, breathing heavily with the effort
that it took to hold back from taking her.

Emma opened her
blue eyes.  They were clouded with passion, and she struggled to focus. 
“Yours,” she whispered with conviction.  “And you are mine,” she vowed.  “Make
me your wife, Gavin.”

Unable to hold
back for a second longer, Gavin drove into her.  The sweet glory that he found
in entering her consumed him and he growled loudly with ecstasy as he claimed
her virginity, tearing through the resistance of her maidenhead.

Emma cried out in
pain and her whimper caused Gavin to freeze.  The agony of holding himself
still within her nearly killed him.

“Och, sweetheart. 
It’ll be alright.  Give yerself a moment tae accept me, I promise that it will
feel better soon….I’m so sorry for hurtin’ ye,” he said through gritted teeth. 
He wanted nothing more than to drive into her powerfully, to thrust in and out
of her wetness.  He wanted to claim her fully and spill his seed deep within
her womb.  The fact that she was hurting brought his lust to a crashing halt. 
He had vowed to take this slowly, to pleasure Emma first.

Emma felt as
though she had been stretched to the limit.  Gavin’s cock stretched her fully,
and the sensation of pain was quickly replaced with one of intense pleasure as
he shifted his weight and moved slightly within her.

Emma reached down
and cupped his buttocks, pulling him deeper inside of her.  This was all the
invitation that Gavin needed and he withdrew slightly before sinking gently
back into Emma’s heat.  His head fell to her chest and his lips claimed her
breast again, teasing her nipple into an erect peak.

Emma moaned
against him as her nails scored the skin of his back.  She brought her knees up
higher, needing to feel him more deeply inside of her.

Gavin drove into
her fiercely now, losing himself with the need to claim her fully.  His fingers
slid between them and found the bead of her desire.  Emma cried out in pleasure
as he stroked her, driving into her forcefully as his fingers teased her most
intimate flesh.

Her muscles began
to quiver and when Gavin felt her sheath tighten around his cock, he sped up
the rhythm of his thrusts.  Emma cried out his name again and again, and she
moaned deeply as her body surrendered to the first wave of her orgasm.  She
felt as though her body had shattered into a million pieces.

Gavin was lost in
their lovemaking and thrust into her forcefully now, claiming her fully as his
own.  Only after he was certain that Emma had found her pleasure did her drive
into her wildly, spilling his seed deep within her womb.  He called out her
name and threw his head back.  Never before had he felt such a powerful
release.

He rolled to his
side, still buried deeply within Emma and pulled her against his chest.  Their
hearts hammered in unison, beating an erratic rhythm.

“Are ye well,
lass?” Gavin asked, concerned as he stroked Emma’s back and brushed her hair tenderly
away from her face.

She smiled against
his chest.  “Yes, I’m well,” she said, smiling against his chest.  Never had
she dreamed that loving a man could feel so wonderful.  “More than well.”

“I’m glad tae hear
it,” Gavin said chuckling, and gathered her more closely against his chest.  “I
was worrit that I might have hurt ye,” he confessed, angry with himself for
losing control.

“It hurt a little
at first, but after…” Emma trailed off as color flushed her face.  She couldn’t
believe that she was blushing after having been so intimate with Gavin. 
“After, it was really nice.”

Gavin kissed her
forehead.  “Aye, it was.  I love ye, Emma,” he whispered.

“I love you too,”
Emma said as she rose up above Gavin and claimed his lips in a tender kiss. 
Her hair floated around them like a curtain, and she kissed him gently but
possessively.  “Promise me that we can do this for the rest of out lives,” she
whispered.  “Because now that I’ve had this, now that I’ve known what it is
like to be with you like this, I won’t be able to live without you.”

..oo0oo..

Emma rolled over
and her arm sprawled across the feather mattress.  It was cold.  She came
crashing to wakefulness in a panic.  Her eyes flew open.  Gavin should be here
still.

She sat up in bed
and brushed her blonde curls from her face.  Her heart thundered in her chest. 
He couldn’t be gone already.  Her eyes scanned the room, and she let out her
breath in relief when she saw him sitting in the chair before the fire.