Page 51 of The Shadow of a Laird
Maura smiled. “Anythin’, my love.”
Gavin knelt down on one knee and said tenderly: “Maura Hislop, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”
Maura gasped, for a moment unable to believe what she was hearing, then a beaming smile spread across her face. “Yes, Gavin. I will marry ye.” Her eyes were full of tears of joy, and she kissed him again until they were both breathless.
“I cannot believe this.” Gavin shook his head and his eyes shone with love as he looked down at her. “You—my wife. It’s all I’ve dreamed of almost since the first time I met you.”
Maura’s throat was choked with tears as she looked up at him; the happiness inside her was so intense she thought she might burst into flames. She leaned her head on his chest, feeling his solid, hard bulk against her cheek, like a rock—her rock, which she would lean on and depend upon for the rest of her life. Then she felt something she had not felt since her parents died; she was safe, protected, and sheltered. Whatever happened from now on, she would not be alone.
“Maura,” Gavin said tenderly as he stroked her hair. Morag had tactfully disappeared, but he wanted to be somewhere private and secluded with her so that he could show her just how much she meant to him. “Let me make love to you.”
Before Maura could answer, he swept her off her feet and into his arms. She gave a little squeal of surprise, then smiled at him lovingly. There was no need for words.
The room Maura led them to was not her own, but one of the guest rooms in the tavern.
“Why are we here?” he asked, puzzled.
“Look at the bed,” she replied.
Gavin did so, then laughed. The bed was twice the size of Maura’s, like the one in which they had made love before. He laid her down tenderly on it and kissed her, caressing her breastsas he did so. Maura moaned with delight, and Gavin felt his manhood stiffen instantly. God, how he wanted her!
Maura began to undress him, becoming clumsy in her eagerness to see him properly naked for the first time. Their first coming together had been in a cold room, and they had kept themselves partially clothed. This one was little better, but the residual warmth from the smouldering fire in the grate took the worst of the chill away.
Moreover, they were too absorbed with each other to care about the temperature, and knew that the heat of passion would soon banish any trace of discomfort.
As the last of his clothing dropped to the floor, and she looked at him, Maura’s eyes widened, witnessing his glorious nakedness.
Gavin smiled at the expression on her face. “Time you were naked too, Maura,” he told her, reaching for the fastenings on the front of her dress. He kissed her again, and Maura felt his fingers tickling her flesh through the thin fabric of her shift.
“Why do women wear so many clothes?” Gavin growled in frustration.
Maura laughed. “The more ye talk, the longer it will take ye,” she said. “Get on wi’ it!”
Gavin did so, muttering to himself. “I really think I should just tear this dress off,” he threatened.
“Did I no’ tell ye tae stop talking?” She looked at him mischievously.
“You did,” Gavin replied, then bit his lip, a gesture of agitation. At last, he pulled her shift over her head and her body was revealed to him.
He could not keep his eyes off her breasts. They were perfect, as round as ripe melons, and he bent to suck her erect nipple. She groaned in pleasure and held the back of his head so he could suck her harder.
Maura was breathing heavily; her wetness was beginning to become uncomfortable. Up till now it had been bearable, but now she just wanted him inside her, filling her up and driving her to ecstasy.
The tip of his arousal was touching her navel, and she found its light touch amazingly erotic. He was massaging her breasts more firmly now, and she ground her hips against him. Maura reached down to take him in her hand. He was stiff, and his skin’s velvety surface stretched under her hand as she pulled it up and down.
Maura felt him tense in anticipation, and then he kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers. They fell onto the bed, and she rolled on top of him, then she straddled him.
She took his manhood and thrust it inside herself. He cried out with shock and delight. Maura had never seen such an expression of joy before as she did when he moved his hips up to thrust into her.
He pushed, gently and slowly, building up the pace and the pressure till she could feel herself about to reach her climax. When it came, it was utterly overwhelming, an explosion of delightful sensation that was almost too much to bear.
Then Maura watched Gavin’s face as he thrust harder till at last his face spasmed in sheer ecstasy. Then they lay, flesh against flesh, warm and content, looking into each other’s eyes.