Free The Montana Rancher's Bride (New Montana Brides) by Susan Leigh Carlton Page A

“Wait.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her in and deposited her beside the bed.
    “Well, aren’t you something?” she said.
    She turned her back to him. “Unhook me, please.” He obliged, moving the loops over the buttons. Without saying anything, she raised her hands over her head, and he pulled the dress off, and laid it across the chair. The next layer had no buttons. She pushed it off her shoulders, and slid it to her feet and stepped out of it. Clad now in her pantaloons and chemise, she said, “Now you.”
    H e unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed it off his shoulder. She pulled it down his arms and over his hands, She folded it and put it across the arm of the chair.
    He pulled his undershirt off, and put it atop his shirt. She unbuckled his pants, and pushed them down his legs. He stepped out of them, leaving him in his long Johns.
    Very slowly, she pulled her chemise over her head. Standing before him, breasts bare, wearing only her pantaloons. She rubbed her hands over the muscles in his chest and shoulders. As she did, the warmth crept up her arms, past her breasts, leaving the nipples firm and erect and down to her inner core. The touch affected him, causing a swelling of his manhood.
    She moved into his open arms that then encircled her. She pressed against him, her breasts mashed against his chest, and nuzzled into the cranny between his neck and shoulders. As she nibbled his ear, he cupped her breast in his hand. He stepped back, and shed his long Johns. Then pushed her pantaloons to her ankles. “My God, you’re magnificent,” he said.
    “And all yours,” she said.
    She stood there, in her naked splendor, unembarrassed, as she let her eyes move down his body, his manhood fully erect and swaying with every motion. Moving to the bed, she pulled the covers back and lay on the bed, her arm extended in invitation. Lying beside her on the bed, he held her face in both hands and kissed her gently. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and then the tender skin on her neck. Her passion was growing. When he kissed the soft mound of a breast, she arched her back. He took the nipple into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue as she cooed in the pleasure his tongue was giving. His hand moved slowly downward, rubbing in small circular motion, enjoying her mounting passion.
    He groaned, when she grasped his manhood. “I want you to make love to me,” she said in a throaty voice . “It’s my first time, Case. Be gentle.”
    He murmured something unintelligible, as he mounted her. With as much tenderness as he could muster, he entered until he met a resistance. “This is going to hurt,” he said.
    “Just do it quick ly,” she said, and pushed her hips up to meet him as he pushed down. “Ahggg” she cried out in pain. He started to retract, but she held him tight. “No, don’t. It’s all right now. He began to move in slow, easy motions. He could feel her tense, as her body began to lose control, and the passion overtook her. She had her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his back, pulling him in, as she passed the point of no return. When she gained control once more, and stopped thrashing, he began moving faster and faster.
    She felt him growing inside her, and then the pulsing as he emptied himself.
    Spent, he lay on top of her. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too much,” he said.
    “It hurt a lot at first, but then it passed. It’s okay now. That was wonderful. A new experience for me and feelings I never knew existed. “Could we do it again?” asked.
    “Well, not right away, but give me a few minutes. You’ll know when.”
    He was right. She did know when. It was easier the second time. They moved in a timeless rhythm. This time when she felt herself in the beginning throes of climax, she recognized it and moved her body to maximize the pleasure, until it took over and finished.
    Their faces were moist from their exertions as they lay facing each other. “I’m glad we