Slowly, he set her down, his weight settling on top of hers. He was heavy but somehow that only added to her feeling of well-being in his arms. “I’ve watched your sisters enough to know that their love is fierce and that together, you can weather any storm. I am honored and humbled to be part of that family. Thank you, Emily, my love.”
“Thank you,” she murmured back. “For being my knight in shining armor and a man whom I can really love.”
He slid his hand down her body, feeling the rise of her breasts, the flat of her abdomen, the juncture between her thighs. And as his fingers slipped over her slick skin she gasped, pressing against his hand.
He kissed her then, long and deep as he repeated the movement against her most sensitive flesh.
She moved with him, her body matching his stroke for stroke.
He could feel the tension building in her body as he increased the tempo. She twisted, her hands grasping at his shoulders until her pleasure broke. He felt her shatter, her moans of pleasure filling his ears.
Brandon slowed his movement, as her body turned to jelly underneath his. He couldn’t help the small smile of satisfaction that played at his mouth as he moved his hand away, allowing the tip of his manhood to press into her soft, slick folds.
Her fingers threaded into his hair. “That was…”
“Wonderful,” he replied as he slid inside her just a bit.
He felt her tense a bit. “Brandon.” She tugged at his hair. “Wait.”
He stilled. He’d do whatever she asked, but had she changed her mind? Inside, he died a bit to think it.
Emily looked up into the hazel depths of his eyes.
She’d needed to say these words one more time before they continued. “I love you.”
One of his eyes squinted. “Tha
t is why we stopped? I was worried.”
“Apologies,” she answered, brushing his hair back from his face. “I’ve waited too long to say those words. I just want to repeat them over and over.”
He kissed her. “I love you too. And say the words as many times as you wish, I’ll never tire of hearing them.”
And then he pushed just a bit deeper into her channel.
She was wet but still tight for his large member, and he felt her stretching to accommodate him. She tensed and he knew he needed to keep her talking, distract her. Tension would only make it hurt more.
So he began to stroke her face, kissing a trail along her skin. “The first time I saw you, you were holding Abigail as she cried.”
Emily chuckled. “That could be one of many a time. She is rather prone to tears.”
“It was the day the groom left,” he told her, realizing that he may be making a mistake in sharing this particular memory.
She looked into his eyes. “You saw that.”
He nodded. “It was the first time I truly questioned my plan. Because I could see the pain it caused you and because…” He paused.
Her hands skimmed down his back and then rested on his backside, encouraging him a bit deeper inside. “Tell me.”
“Because I also realized that I might love you. You were so tender, kind, and patient in that moment, and you must have been hurting too, Emily. I’ve never had that sort of affection. Not in my entire life and…”
She encouraged him a bit deeper and he felt her maidenhead break, her body stiffening from the pain. “Keep talking,” she whispered.
“I didn’t want to be distracted from my goal. But I think I fell in love at that very moment.”
She gasped and he froze, worried he was hurting her even as her hand tapped on his derriere. “You’re meeting with the king. Tomorrow.”
He shook his head. “That doesn’t matter.”