Chapter 15 #2
He nodded. “This is where you store the artifacts.”
She didn’t answer.
“You are a very smart woman to keep these so close to you. Your clothes protect them, and no one can see them or get to them easily. It is a good place. Do not worry, your secret is safe with me.”
She nodded, but buried within her heart, she worried. Was it true? Was her secret really safe with him? Didn’t he desire to gain the artifacts as much as anyone else?
However, she had no time in which to debate the question. For now, she trusted him, and he was close, so very, very close, and she wanted him closer yet. She could feel the evidence of his sex, there at the apex of her legs. The knowledge quietly sent her pulse into convulsions.
“Poohsapoot,” he whispered against her ear, and he half led, half carried her to the shore, where he laid her back against the soft grasses that lined the stream.
“Are there snakes here?” she asked, shivering slightly.
“We are too far north for snakes to inhabit these waters. A little farther south and you might find a few. The danger of snakes in this country is on the land, not here in the water.”
“Good,” she said.
In a voice most teasing, he stated, “We married folks have many ways of showing each other our love. One of them is like this.” He came up over her, taking one of her breasts into his mouth.
She groaned.
“Oh,” he murmured against her, and then so softly she barely heard him, he added, “to see you with my child, suckling on your breast. How proud I would be.”
He shifted to her other breast, and she twisted beneath him, as though she might squirm her way to some unknown pinnacle. Deep within her, at the junction of her legs, an excitement roused. She wanted more…more…but of what?
Momentarily, he left her breasts and moved upward until he was raining wet kisses over her neck, her chest, her ear, her cheeks, her lips, her eyes. In truth, no part of her face escaped his notice.
“Kitsikakomimmo.”
She murmured back, “Kitsikakomimmo,” which had the immediate response of eliciting a groan from him.
“Do you mean it?”
“I think so.”
“Then we will marry.”
So lost was she to the moment, it was beyond her to respond to him, whether in the positive or the negative. She only wanted him to continue what he was doing, now. Then she found herself saying, “Red Hawk?”
“Yes?”
“I believe you have on too many clothes.”
He looked down at himself, then grinned sheepishly up at her. “I think you are right.” He remedied the situation at once, untying his breechcloth and tossing it aside. “I fear that we have left a scattering of our garments up and down this shoreline.”
“Yes.”
“But we will find them easily enough.”
“Good, good. But, Red Hawk, you stopped.”
He smiled down at her and kissed her gently on the lips. “How foolish of me.” His mouth immediately found a most sensitive spot on her neck.
Downward he roamed again, following the path of her necklace, his lips suckling on her breasts, until she thought she might cry out with sheer pleasure.
So this was what lovemaking was about. No wonder men and women everywhere yearned for it.
But was this all? Did a man simply make a woman dizzy with kisses? Carnally, she understood there had to be more to it than this—that a part of her that was most private and a part of him would need to align in some fashion or the other. But the exact extent of what this entailed was beyond her.
He made a foray downward over her body, his lips on her stomach, her belly button, down farther, until she feared he went too far.
She sat up suddenly. “What are you doing?”
He gazed up at her with no apology. “I am making love to you.”
“But you are way down there. Shouldn’t you be up here?” She placed her hand on her chest.
“Aa,” he agreed. “Sometimes.”
“I thought—”
“But not now.” His voice was low but firm. “Lie back. I would kiss you here, and I would have you enjoy this, your first time.”
“But…”
“Come, I am showing you what it would be like to be married to me. Lie down.”
She lay down as he commanded.
“You must spread your legs around me,” he said. Before she could deny him, he parted her legs and came down between them. Then he kissed her there on her most feminine spot—and those kisses were quite warm and wet.
She sighed. Had she ever felt anything more wonderful? His tongue slid all over her, his fingers helping stimulate her. As passion took hold of her, she opened her legs wider to give him further access.
Then it began within her, a pressure, a desire, a need to move, to squirm beneath his ministrations. Her breathing quickened, and her pulse beat staccato in her ears.
A crescendo was building inside her, and she was pushing toward some peak. She felt much like a volcano, ready to blast at any time.
Over and over she twisted her hips against him until she thought she might explode, and then all at once, she did, as though she fell down from the edge of a precipice.
Waves of ecstasy washed through her, feelings of love and admiration swamping her.
She pressed upward to enhance the pleasure, until at last the sensation of fulfillment possessed her.
Coming down from that emotional pinnacle, she lay still for a moment, letting her breathing return to normal. Her first thought, however, was of him. Had he, too, reached the same sort of peak she had?
“That was wonderful,” she muttered. “Did you, too, attain your pleasure?”
“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice as soft as hers. “But soon.”
She nodded and then fell into silence.
Dear Lord, was this what married people experienced with one another? No wonder people aspired to marriage.
Indeed, before this moment, marriage had seemed to her to be a dream that lacked reality. Now she understood the attraction.
Meanwhile, he had brought himself up onto his elbows, and gazing up at her, smiled. When he extended his body over hers, she soaked up the sight of him. It was also the first time she had glimpsed that essentially male part of him.
Naively, if she had thought about it at all, she had not considered how a man could be so smooth and slick and…large.
As he positioned himself over her, his face was only a fraction of an inch away from hers, and he must have read her thoughts, for he said, “You do realize that a man grows in size when aroused?”
“I… Of course. I have studied biology, and I know that blood flows there and so…of course…it would… But I suppose I didn’t realize it would be so…big.”
He laughed slightly, then whispered, “Do you mean to compliment me?”
“I… Why yes.”
“Then I thank you. Now hear me, for this is important. You should know—you may already know—that it is not always easy for a woman her first time. The first experience a woman has with love may find her sore after. I will be gentle, but it may not be easy for you, and it may hurt. Know that lovemaking will eventually bring to you a thrill similar to what you just experienced. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Are you ready to continue?”
She repeated that nod.
He kissed her. “Kitsikakomimmo.”
“Kitsikakomimmo,” she echoed after him. “Oh, Red Hawk, love me.”
“I mean to, sweet Effie. I mean to.”
Coming onto his knees, he took hold of her legs and brought them over his shoulders. Then, with no more than a soft sigh, he joined his body with hers.
It did hurt.
Up and down her legs, his fingers massaged her. He didn’t move at first, but held back, and she was grateful that he seemed to know exactly what to do.
He waited and waited, kissing her legs, holding her gently in place.
When she could stand the delay no more, she cried out, “Please, Red Hawk, I need all of you.”
He groaned and began to move within her and against her. His eyes were closed, and his body thrust into her again and again, until he crossed what appeared to be a threshold. His action became more intense, his face contorted with effort.
With a groan, he rose and emptied his seed within her. Over and over he pushed against her, as a look of utmost pleasure stole across his face.
Clearly spent, he came up onto his forearms, looking down upon her, and after kissing her heartily, he rested his body against hers. Before he drifted off to a brief bit of slumber, he said, “At last we are together. And I love you more than life itself, my wife.”