knowing that, wanting
that, had his desires peaking, but the years had also given him
patience—patience that would pay off tonight.
Brett took his time, exploring her fully, and glorified in her
explorations, which threatened to snap his resolve, especially when she folded
one hand around him, stroking him to new heights.
He inched his way toward the foot of the bed while kissing
strategic spots, swirling his tongue over the silken skin of her belly and
kissing the golden curls lower yet. Then as she arched her hips and softly cried
his name, he settled his face between her legs and lifted her to lick the length
of her core. She quivered and moaned and he tasted her fully.
Her blatant pleasure was almost his undoing. He drew upon every
ounce of restraint he’d ever had and used them all to carry her to the peak,
where she was calling his name and her legs were stiffening over his
shoulders.
Ester was sagging into the mattress when Brett positioned
himself over her, and though she was still floating in a misty dreamland, she
understood things were far from over. “Now?” she asked, thrilled the moment had
finally arrived.
“Now,” he answered.
Those beautiful brown eyes, full of love, also had a touch of
apprehension. She smiled, loving him all the more for his tender concern, and
knowing above all else he’d never put her in danger. Especially not of losing
him.
“I’ve waited my whole life for this,” she whispered, arching
her center toward the part of him she’d found so fascinating a short time ago.
There was a touch of fear inside her, she had to admit, for he seemed so large
compared to her.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispered. “But it may still hurt.”
“So I’ve been told, but that’ll be brief,” she assured, not
wanting him to change his mind. Anticipation was renewing itself inside her, and
the pleasure she’d already experienced said what was to follow would be worth
any pain.
With one hand he guided himself into her entrance, and the
connection, the feel of him gliding into her, was profound. Her hips strained
toward him, but his hands on her waist kept her from moving as he withdrew and
entered again.
A whimper bubbled in the back of her throat. Brett had always
taken extra precautions where she was concerned, to assure her safety or
well-being, and was doing so again. She understood that, yet his gentleness in
withholding the pain was torturous.
Slowly, evenly, he withdrew and moved forward again, and then
again, going a bit deeper each time. The rhythm was enticing, had her hips
rolling to meet his, and an eagerness rose from her core that soon had her
breath quickening. She felt a flash of discomfort as he broke through her
maidenhead, but she was already set on her journey and barely flinched, wanting,
needing to reach that beautiful, wonderful, yet unexplainable destination he’d
taken her to earlier.
The voyage this time was brighter, stronger, for Brett was with
her. The muscles of his back, beneath her fingers, were rock hard, and his
breathing was as ragged as hers as he held her, kissed her and propelled her
forward, faster and faster.
Ester was at that point where something had to give. “Brett,”
she cried, unable to breathe. “Brett.”
“I know, darling. I’m with you,” he answered. “I’m with
you.”
He was, and the fascinating force between them exploded,
leaving them clinging to one another, kissing and gasping each other’s names as
astonishing fulfillment sparked from one to the other and back again.
It was all she ever imagined. All she ever dreamed. For Brett
was with her. Would be forever.
* * *
Years and years later, Ester stood on the front porch of
the sprawling ranch house, where they’d raised five children, staring at yet
another beautiful Montana sunrise. She’d never tire of them, of the way the sun
turned the earth a brilliant blaze of colors before it rose higher to splay
life-giving light across acres and acres of the most
that, had his desires peaking, but the years had also given him
patience—patience that would pay off tonight.
Brett took his time, exploring her fully, and glorified in her
explorations, which threatened to snap his resolve, especially when she folded
one hand around him, stroking him to new heights.
He inched his way toward the foot of the bed while kissing
strategic spots, swirling his tongue over the silken skin of her belly and
kissing the golden curls lower yet. Then as she arched her hips and softly cried
his name, he settled his face between her legs and lifted her to lick the length
of her core. She quivered and moaned and he tasted her fully.
Her blatant pleasure was almost his undoing. He drew upon every
ounce of restraint he’d ever had and used them all to carry her to the peak,
where she was calling his name and her legs were stiffening over his
shoulders.
Ester was sagging into the mattress when Brett positioned
himself over her, and though she was still floating in a misty dreamland, she
understood things were far from over. “Now?” she asked, thrilled the moment had
finally arrived.
“Now,” he answered.
Those beautiful brown eyes, full of love, also had a touch of
apprehension. She smiled, loving him all the more for his tender concern, and
knowing above all else he’d never put her in danger. Especially not of losing
him.
“I’ve waited my whole life for this,” she whispered, arching
her center toward the part of him she’d found so fascinating a short time ago.
There was a touch of fear inside her, she had to admit, for he seemed so large
compared to her.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispered. “But it may still hurt.”
“So I’ve been told, but that’ll be brief,” she assured, not
wanting him to change his mind. Anticipation was renewing itself inside her, and
the pleasure she’d already experienced said what was to follow would be worth
any pain.
With one hand he guided himself into her entrance, and the
connection, the feel of him gliding into her, was profound. Her hips strained
toward him, but his hands on her waist kept her from moving as he withdrew and
entered again.
A whimper bubbled in the back of her throat. Brett had always
taken extra precautions where she was concerned, to assure her safety or
well-being, and was doing so again. She understood that, yet his gentleness in
withholding the pain was torturous.
Slowly, evenly, he withdrew and moved forward again, and then
again, going a bit deeper each time. The rhythm was enticing, had her hips
rolling to meet his, and an eagerness rose from her core that soon had her
breath quickening. She felt a flash of discomfort as he broke through her
maidenhead, but she was already set on her journey and barely flinched, wanting,
needing to reach that beautiful, wonderful, yet unexplainable destination he’d
taken her to earlier.
The voyage this time was brighter, stronger, for Brett was with
her. The muscles of his back, beneath her fingers, were rock hard, and his
breathing was as ragged as hers as he held her, kissed her and propelled her
forward, faster and faster.
Ester was at that point where something had to give. “Brett,”
she cried, unable to breathe. “Brett.”
“I know, darling. I’m with you,” he answered. “I’m with
you.”
He was, and the fascinating force between them exploded,
leaving them clinging to one another, kissing and gasping each other’s names as
astonishing fulfillment sparked from one to the other and back again.
It was all she ever imagined. All she ever dreamed. For Brett
was with her. Would be forever.
* * *
Years and years later, Ester stood on the front porch of
the sprawling ranch house, where they’d raised five children, staring at yet
another beautiful Montana sunrise. She’d never tire of them, of the way the sun
turned the earth a brilliant blaze of colors before it rose higher to splay
life-giving light across acres and acres of the most
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