The Handfasting (4 page)

“I thought you’d
left,” she whispered, bringing her hand to her chest in an effort to slow the
erratic beating of her pulse.

“Nay,” Gavin
smiled lop-sidedly at her.  “I’d no leave without telling ye goodbye, love,” he
reassured her.  Gavin watched his bride intently.  She was so beautiful.  Her
blonde hair was disheveled, most likely from his hands running through the long
tendrils as he had made love to her for the first time.  His cock pulsed
beneath his kilt as he watched Emma.  She sat in the middle of his bed, her
blue eyes gazing intently at him.      Seeing her in his bed, her beautiful full
breasts naked in the morning sunlight made him ache to touch her again. 
Knowing that he could have her again, that he would have her again this morning
before he left, made his cock throb with eager anticipation of driving into her
sweet, wet sheath. 

Oh how he wanted
this beautiful lass that was now his wife.

Emma tossed back
the covers and padded across the chamber towards Gavin.  She smiled softly as
she admired the man that was now her husband.  He sat relaxed in an arm chair
next to the fire, leaning back casually as he watched her approach.  He wore
only a kilt, and Emma’s pulse thundered as her eyes moved over the absolute male
perfection of his sculpted body.  Even though his posture was relaxed, the
muscles of his bare chest were taut.  The controlled power that their sinewy
contours possessed made the aching between Emma’s thighs intensify.    Gavin
was so powerful and yet so careful and so overwhelmingly gentle when he touched
her.  Emma watched hungrily as his index finger rubbed slowly over his lower
lip.  She wanted him to do
that
to her again with his fingers.  She
wanted his hands all over her again. 

Standing naked
before her husband, Emma reached out boldly and trailed a finger down his chest
and over the ripples of his abdominal muscles.  Gavin’s breath hitched in his
throat in response to her light touch. 

“For a moment, I
thought that you were gone,” she restated, her heart clenching in her chest as
she recalled the feeling of panic that had overtaken her when she found the bed
cold beside her.  “I thought…” she trailed off as she settled herself onto his
lap so that she was straddling him.

“Shh, love.  I’m
here yet.  Let’s not be worrit about that now,” he whispered, as he nuzzled the
skin of her neck and placed kisses lightly over her collar bone.

The desire growing
in the pit of Emma’s belly pulsed and intensified with the brush of Gavin’s
lips across her sensitive skin.  His stubble tickled and aroused the flesh of
her neck as he trailed kisses from the base of her collarbone up to her ear. 
Emma splayed her hands flat on Gavin’s chest and relished in the warmth of his
muscles beneath her palms.

Gavin placed his
thumb gently over the birth mark just below her right ear and buried his
fingers in her hair.  His thumb brushed gently over the small heart shaped mark
as he looked deep into Emma’s eyes.

“Och, how I love
ye, lass.  Ye’ve made me the happiest man alive,” he said huskily as he looked
hat his beautiful, naked wife.  “Just being here with ye like this…tae touch ye
freely and tae ken that yer mine.  This is more than I ever could have hoped
for.  I love ye sae much, Emma,” he whispered as he pulled her towards him and
claimed her lips in a possessive, yet tender kiss. 

Emma opened her
lips for him and brushed her tongue boldly against his, showing him how much
that she wanted him.  She showed him how much she loved him with the aching
tenderness of her kiss.  Gavin’s lips claimed hers thoroughly, his mouth
arching over hers now as he kissed her deeply.

Emboldened by
Gavin’s response to her mouth, Emma lowered herself so that her most intimate
flesh sat astride Gavin’s manhood.  He still wore his woolen kilt, but Emma
could tell that he was aroused.  His erection pressed against her and she
instinctively began to move against him.  She was burning with desire for Gavin
and the only way to quell this desire was to have him buried deep inside of
her. 

Gavin growled low
in his throat.  Having Emma naked astride him like this was almost more than he
could withstand.  His cock pulsed painfully as Emma rubbed against him,
tormenting him with the knowledge that only the fabric of his kilt separated
him from entering her.  One of his hands settled on her sweet bottom, slowing
her erotic movements, and guiding her as she rode him.  His other hand found her
breast, and palmed its weight.  His lips placed kisses down her neck and she
moaned loudly, throwing her head back in desire. 

As her head fell
back, Gavin’s arm supported her lower back and her beautiful breasts were
thrust tantalizingly close to his mouth.  He claimed her nipple between his
lips and flicked his tongue over the rosy peak until it hardened with desire. 
His palm caressed the sweet globe as his tongue continued to torment her.  She
cried out his name when he began to suckle her.

“I need ye now,”
he said between gritted teeth, unable to take any more of her sweet torture
without spilling his seed.  He needed to bury himself inside of her.  Now. 
“Are ye sore, sweetheart?” he asked, tilting her head so that her eyes would
meet his.

Emma’s face
suddenly flushed with color.  “Maybe a little,” she confessed, admitting that
she was slightly sore between her thighs.

“I’m sorry for
that, love,” he whispered sincerely as his lips brushed hers.  “Let’s try tae
be careful,” he said, smiling against her lips.  He raised her hips gently and
rucked the fabric of his kilt up, exposing his swollen manhood.  “Ye’ll tell me
if this hurts tae much, aye?” he asked tenderly as he positioned himself at the
entrance to her body.

Emma nodded
slightly, too consumed with her passion to find words.

“Hold ontae my
neck, sweetheart,” Gavin coaxed.  His hands held Emma’s hips firmly, holding
her slight weight just above the tip of his arousal.  Achingly slowly, he
breached the entrance of her sheath, burying himself inch by delicious inch
inside of her.  He growled in pleasure as he seated himself to the hilt.

“Are ye alright,
love?” he asked, gritting his teeth with the effort that it took to remain
still inside of her.  She was so tight and the smooth muscles of her body squeezed
him deliciously.

Emma did not
respond, but she began to move against him.  Gavin stretched her so fully that
she thought she might come apart around him.  Feeling him inside of her ignited
the burning deep in her belly and she knew that she needed more.  She needed to
move.  As she lifted herself up, Gavin’s cock slid deliciously out of her. 
Pleasure trilled through her veins as she lowered herself back onto his length,
seating him to the hilt.

“Gavin!” she
moaned as his hands guided her movements, sliding her gently up and down the
length of his pulsing cock.

“Aye, love.  Ye
feel sae good.  Sae…” he trailed off as he was consumed by pleasure.  His hands
sped up Emma’s rhythm, lifting her and lowering her as his hips pumped gently
up to meet her.  Emma’s breasts bobbed seductively in front of his face, and
kissed and licked her nipples.  He bit her nipple gently between his teeth, and
was rewarded when she called out in pleasure as tingles radiated down her
spine.  She liked that.

He thrust into her
powerfully now, abandoning his intent to be gentle.  Emma leveraged herself
against him, bracing her hands on his muscular shoulders as she lifted herself
off of him and then took him fully back inside of her.  They found their rhythm
and rode each other, each garnering pleasure from the friction of their bodies
moving in unison.

Gavin felt Emma
begin to quiver against him and his hand grazed over her flat belly to the
junction of her thighs.  He found the nub of her desire and teased her with the
pad of his finger, coaxing her to succumb to the throes of passion.  His teeth
bit Emma’s sensitive nipple and she arched back against him, riding his cock
furiously now.  He sped up the rhythm of his thrusts and moved his fingers
against her sensitive nub with matching fervor.  He was rewarded when she
arched against him and called out his name.

Emma’s orgasm came
suddenly and she moaned loudly as it overtook her.  The combination of Gavin
moving inside of her and feeling his fingers work her most sensitive flesh sent
shivers racing through her entire body.  When his teeth clamped down
deliciously on her aroused nipple, it sent her over the edge and she exploded
as wave after wave of orgasm overtook her.

Having seen to
Emma’s pleasure, Gavin moved both of his hands to her hips.  He raised her off
of him and poised his cock at the entrance of her sheath, pausing for a scant moment
before sinking himself fully into her.  He growled loudly and threw back his
head as he spilled his seed deep into her womb.  The power of his release made
him lose all control and he pumped into Emma again and again.  His muscles
shook with the intensity of his orgasm.  When the waves of pleasure subsided, he
gathered Emma soundly against his chest, still sheathed deeply inside of her.

Their breathing
was ragged as they struggled to regain control, to make sense of the beautiful
moment that had just taken place between them.  Emma lowered her head to
Gavin’s chest and closed her eyes.  His skin was warm beneath her cheek and she
relished the powerful beating of his heart beneath her ear.

“Are ye well,
sweetheart?” he asked huskily, brushing his hand through the blonde masses of
her hair as they cascaded down her naked back.

“I don’t know
yet,” she said softly against his chest, still shaken from the explosive power
of her orgasm.

Gavin chuckled
softly.  “I doona ken if I’m well yet either,” he confessed, still recovering
from his own release.  “I think that ye might be a bit sore tomorrow, and I’m
right sorry for that, love.”

“Don’t be,” Emma whispered,
brushing her fingertips lightly against the skin of his pectoral muscle.  “I
quite enjoyed that,” she smiled against his skin.  He smelled so masculine, so
delicious as she reveled in the afterglow of their love making.

“I won’t then,” he
chuckled as he wrapped his arms firmly around her back.  “It’ll give ye
something tae remind ye of me,” he said teasingly.

Emma bit playfully
at his exposed nipple.  “As if I need something to remind me of you,” she said
as she sat up and met the gaze of her husband.  Her fingers traced the line of
his jaw and shivers ran down her spine as his stubble tickled her fingertips. 
“I’ll think of nothing else,” she confessed as she took his handsome face
between her hands and lowered her lips to his.  She kissed him gently, trailing
her tongue languidly over his lower lip.

“I’ve got
something for you,” she said as she pushed up off of his chest.  She carefully
rose up from him, savoring the last feeling of him being inside of her before
he withdrew completely.  She walked over to where her things were piled next to
the door and rifled through her discarded wedding gown, searching for the
hidden pocket.

“Close your eyes,”
she said, finding what she had been looking for and returning to Gavin’s side. 

He did as she
asked and closed his eyes.  Gavin smiled devilishly as he felt her flip his
kilt down, covering his manhood.  His hands were around her waist as she again
settled herself atop his lap, facing him in the chair.  Already, his cock
pulsed with desire to fill her again.  It had been a good thing that Emma had
the forethought to put the fabric of his kilt between them, or he might not
have been able to stop himself from taking her again.

Emma’s fingers
trailed down his arm and she captured his hand, pulling it away from her back. 
She settled his hand on her naked thigh, and he squeezed her playfully with his
fingers.  Emma giggled, and watched him while his eyes were closed.  He was so
beautiful.  She loved him so much.  The smile faded from her face when she
remembered that he was leaving.  Today.  She returned her attention to his hand
and placed the braided twine length around his fourth finger, securing it
tightly with a double knot.

Taking his hand in
both of hers, she raised his hand to her lips and kissed the ring that she had
placed on his finger.

“You can open your
eyes now,” she whispered as she waited anxiously for his response.

A sexy, knowing
smile spread over his rugged face when he realized what she had done.  She was
staking claim to him and he liked it.

“Thank ye,
sweetheart,” he said as he held his hand up and admired her handiwork.  “I’ll
think of ye every time that I look at it,” he said sweetly.  His hand reached
behind the base of her head, and his thumb brushed over the birth mark just
below her ear.  He tenderly brought her down for a possessive kiss and he felt
his cock engorge with need to be inside of her again.  He fought the urge now,
because time was running short.

“I’ll have tae go
soon,” he admitted, resting his forehead against Emma’s.  He drank in her
sweet, feminine smell as he threaded his fingers through her unbound hair.  He
worked to burn her image into his mind, hoping that he could think back to this
very moment when he was away from her.  He wanted to remember everything about
his wife.    He wanted to remember the sweet sensation of her fingers on his
skin, the feel of her lips beneath his, the sweet wetness of her mouth when she
yielded to him.  He wanted to remember the delicious feeling of sinking himself
deep inside of her and how she moaned and called out his name when he claimed
her.  He wanted to remember the sweet and erotic scent of their lovemaking.  He
worked to sear the precious moments that he had spent holding Emma against his
chest after their lovemaking into his mind.  He never wanted to forget these
moments.

“I’ll take ye with
me, ye ken.  In my mind. I’m trying tae remember everything about ye,” Gavin
said as he fought to burn Emma’s image into his brain.