Chapter 14 #2
“You are ready for me, I think.” He lowered her to the ground, threw the blanket he always carried over them both, and added, “Open your legs for me.”
It was not within her to argue with him, and she obeyed him at once. But instead of joining himself with her as she had expected, he brought himself down over her belly, rubbing it and spreading kisses over each part of her as his range of activity kept centering lower and lower over her.
“What is this you are doing?” she asked, not really caring, for it felt delectable. Merely, she was curious.
He said quietly, “We must not seek our pleasure in the regular way men and women love one another, for harm might come to you or the babe. Rather, we will indulge in a different form of lovemaking that will give us both much pleasure, I think. You will see. Lie back.”
As she did so, his kisses crept ever so slowly downward. At last, his tongue found her throbbing need, and she jerked upward with the pleasure of it.
“Oh, my goodness!” she groaned, sighing in complete pleasure. And she really didn’t need him saying “Spread your legs farther” to do so. It seemed the most natural deed in the world.
He kissed her there between her legs, his tongue taking over the duty of what might be considered the more natural pattern of lovemaking. So intense was the sensation, she thought she would surely spiral out of her head. She twisted against him, seeking release.
But what release this was, she was uncertain.
Surely, she had enjoyed lovemaking with William, but it had been nothing like this.
Yes, it had been pleasant, but not so acutely exhilarating.
As Black Lion continued his ministrations over her, she wiggled and twisted, her body seeming to know what to do, until a feeling began to build up inside her.
What was this? This had never happened with William. And then it built, and it built, and she was reaching a place, a plateau, then tripping over the edge of it. She groaned with the experience, she moaned, and tiny whimpers sounded from her lips.
The pleasure went on and on until suddenly it was too much, too sensual. She jerked away from him, coming to lie still beneath him. Her breathing was erratic, and her body shivered in pure ecstasy.
He had come up onto his forearms over her, resting his weight against his elbows. Grabbing hold of some snow that littered the ground, gently he washed his lips. Then he grinned at her.
“What was this you did to me?” she murmured between gasps. “I never experienced anything like that with William,” she said in all honesty.
“Did you not?”
“No. That time with him was pleasant, yes, but this was…this was…”
Black Lion jerked his head to the left. “He was more than a fool, then, to seek his pleasure without giving you yours. I am glad I am the first to show you the real enjoyment between a man and woman. Very much.”
“Yes.” A thought occurred to her. “But you? You haven’t met your pleasure, have you? Let me return the gesture.”
“That would, indeed, be fitting, but I fear it is unnecessary.” When he came up onto his knees, she was treated to the view of a very aroused male.
However, taking hold of her hand, he pressed it against him privately, and she was startled at the firmness of him.
“It has been too long since I have been with a woman, and as you can see, I have already met my pleasure.”
“Oh,” she murmured, intrigued, but somewhat disappointed. The thought of doing to him the same that he had done to her was quite arousing. “Maybe yet this night? Later?”
“Hau,” he said with a moan. “I will anticipate more of the same with you with much pleasure, Little Blue Eyes.”
“Little Blue Eyes?”
“It is the name I gave to you on the first day we met. You were wearing blue, and the blue of your eyes was startling to me. I have never forgotten.”
“Little Blue Eyes,” she repeated with a smile. “I like it. I like it very much.”
“Then it is what I will call you from this day forward. Little Blue Eyes, wife of mine.”
Coming down over her, they shared several rare, sweet and elegant kisses. Scooting his weight to the side of her, it was not long before they had both drifted off to a well-earned nap, her cloak and his blanket gently imparting them both with a warmth they hardly needed.
Black Lion jerked awake. What was it? Something had roused him. Had it been the crack of a twig against a footstep?
Alert now, Black Lion remained absolutely still, although his mind raced.
If the whites discovered him and his wife here, wrapped as they were in each other’s arms, there would be little point in announcing the fact they were married and committing no crime.
Actions could be taken which could harm, while questions might be asked later, perhaps much too late… for him.
Gently, he roused his wife awake with a kiss, then placed a finger over her lips to keep her from speaking out.
He whispered against her ear, “I have heard something in the forest, and I fear we may no longer be alone. You stay here, dress yourself as quietly as you can, then hide in the bushes. I will leave here to go and investigate whether someone is here, or whether we have been joined this night by an elk or a deer.”
She nodded.
After grabbing hold of his jeans, he pulled them on, then slipped his feet into his moccasins.
He didn’t bother with his shirt or his jacket or blanket, for when scouting, whether it was warm or cold, clothes were an encumbrance.
As soon as he was dressed, he became instantly the scout.
Lowering himself to his hands and knees, he slithered noiselessly away.
First he searched for clues over the ground close by to them.
When he found nothing, he scoured farther afield, his investigation taking him through the bushes and the brambles in the forest, over its rises and falls.
Expanding his awareness outward, he let his mind extend into the environment around him, seeking anything unusual in the natural order of things. But he could discern nothing.
Finally, he saw what he had missed before, there by a stream. A broken twig and the imprints of a doe. He let out a sigh of relief.
It would seem that for now their secret was safe.