Free The Montana Doctor's Bride (New Brides of Montana) by Susan Leigh Carlton

suit you.”
     
    “To have and to hold, in sickness and in health.  That was in the vows we took.  You can’t hold Carter and me if we’re in Maryland and you’re in Montana.  I am looking forward to my new home.  Let’s go there as soon as possible.  Deal?”
     
    “Deal,” he said.  “We’ll go to the bank tomorrow.”
     
    They cleared away the dishes, and sat in the living room, with Carter bouncing Carter Patrick on his knee, enjoying the squeals of delight from his son.  When he stopped bouncing, Elizabeth took Carter in her lap and rocked him until he fell asleep.
     
    Carter stood in the doorway, smiling as she tucked him in.  She backed out of the room, making sure he was asleep.  Carter took her into his arms and whispered; “Now it’s your turn.  I’m going to take you to bed.”
     
    “I can hardly wait for that,” she said.
     
    He doused the lamps, and locked the doors.  She was standing in the middle of the bedroom.  “I didn’t start to undress.  I think I would like for you to do the honors.”  She turned, her back now toward him.  He unhooked the button loops; she raised her arms above her head and bent forward from the waist.  He pulled the long dress over her head and laid it aside.  He turned, and she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off and over his arms, then laid it aside.  He pulled her petticoat over her head and laid it atop her dress.
     
    This was tantalizing, and he could feel himself becoming firm.  She pulled his undershirt off and laid it on his shirt.  Next came her chemise, and his trousers.  Clad only in his underwear and she in her pantaloons, they came together.  He kissed her hungrily.  She shivered as her desire built.  Very slowly, he peeled her pantaloons down her legs, savoring what was now revealed to him.  “You are exquisite,” he said.  As a doctor, I can appreciate the human body, and yours is perfect.  And you’re mine.  I am truly a lucky man.”
     
    “Why sir, you could turn a girl’s head,” she said with a coquettish smile.
     
    “It is what it is,” he said.  “I speak the truth.”
     
    She removed his underwear; his member sprang forth, fully erect, bouncing.  He took her in his arms.  There was nothing separating them.  Her nipples were firm and seared his chest when they came in contact with his skin.  When he kissed her neck, she arched her back, thrusting her moist treasure against his throbbing groin.  “I want to make love to you,” he whispered.  Cupping a breast in his hand, he lowered his head and took it into his mouth.
     
    “Do it, Carter.  Do it.”  She did a slow rotation of her hips grinding her pelvis against him.  He groaned with desire.  He moved her back against the bed.  He landed on top of her when they fell.  Her arms pulled him down until he covered the full length of her body.  He kissed each breast and moved slowly down her body, pausing at her belly button long enough to trace the edges with his tongue.  She had an innie.
     
    As he moved further down, he spread her legs, opening her up for easier access.  Pushing her folds apart with his hands, he explored the edges with his fingers, and then the inside of her vault.  He felt her body quiver beneath him.  He didn’t stop, even when she lost control and began thrusting wildly beneath his ministrations.  Holding his head between her hands, she pulled it to her breasts, as her hips undulated.  She released his head.  She was spent.  But not so she couldn’t pull him up to eye level.  She crushed her lips against him, and then probed the inside of his mouth.
     
    She broke the kiss.  “Ohhh, that was wonderfully wild, never in my entire life have I…”, she panted.  Her hand clutched his manhood, a shaft of steel.  She guided it to her entrance and pushed her hips upward and pulling him inside.  He began moving, up and down, as she found the rhythm and matched his strokes with hers.  He felt the tension in