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With a groan, he leaned forward and fisted her hair in his hands. His mouth descended on hers as he pulled her down on the hay-strewn floor.
Making love with Silla was nothing like it had been with Abigail. Wild and passionate, she took his hand and ran it over her body. He caressed the soft curves of her breasts, her nipples already drawn into tight peaks. Entwining her fingers with his, she guided his hand down to dip into the wet heat of her core.
When he took the lead and probed deeper, Silla moaned and rocked her hips up to meet his fingers. He kissed her fiercely, claiming her mouth with his tongue. She met his kiss with desperate hunger then pulled away. Rising to her knees, she freed his throbbing cock. Her long tresses brushed over his chest as she bent her head and opened her mouth to lick her way up his stiff rod.
Gabriel groaned again, the sound torn from deep in his chest, and gave in to the sensations. Silla wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him just as she did in all his erotic dreams.
But then she took the head of his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking it as she stroked. He had never felt anything like it, had never been touched that way. Ready to explode, he yanked her down onto the hay then rolled on top of her, pinning her in place. He held his body over hers, looked deep into her eyes, and rammed his cock in with one hard thrust.
Silla moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. Gabriel pounded her, giving way to the pent-up desire he’d ruthlessly suppressed for so long. She met his raw hunger with her own, her passion fueling his need. He built a savage rhythm, driving them both higher. Silla gave a wild cry, and her body shuddered.
Her scream sent him over the edge. He let go of the last vestiges of his iron control. With the muscles of her tight core pulsing around his shaft, he gave one final thrust and exploded.
* * *
Silla took a few shaky breaths then smiled up at him. She saw no trace of guilt or shame in his eyes. Only warmth and tenderness.
“I’ve wanted you so much,” he murmured. “But I never dreamed it would be this good.”
She ran her fingers lazily through his thick hair. “I wanted you, too. I’ve watched you when you chop wood. You take your shirt off, and I see those powerful muscles rippling in your chest. I’ve imagined coming out to bring you a drink of cool water. You’d stop and take the cup. Our hands would touch, and you’d look at me, see me for the first time as a woman, not just as an Indian. Then you’d drop your axe and pull me into your arms.”
“Oh, I’ve known you were a woman ever since that first night. I was in so much pain, and you insisted on feeding me that horrible drink. But all I could think about was how good it felt to have you cradling my head against these soft breasts.” He followed his words with a gentle caress then took one of her nipples in his mouth. She moaned and tightened her fingers in his hair, holding his head in place.
“You like that, do you?” He grinned. “What else do you like?”
“I like this,” she answered, taking his hand and running it down between her legs. She guided it, rubbing his fingers over her bud, still swollen and throbbing. His eyes widened in surprise.
“What is this?”
She stared back at him, puzzled. “It is the center of my pleasure,” she answered. “Just like yours. When you stroke it, it becomes hard, only it is much smaller and well hidden, not long and stiff, standing out proudly like your manhood.” She cocked her head. “Do white women not have this center of pleasure?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. I have never touched a white woman this way.”
It was Silla’s turn to look surprised. “How do your women receive pleasure?”
“I have never seen a woman act as you do…crying out, thrashing about wildly and clenching your inner muscles around me then sighing peacefully. I did not know women had these powerful feelings.”
“The joining of men and women was meant to be a gift to both by the Great Mother,” Silla replied. “When a Cherokee man and woman make love, we feel as much happiness from giving pleasure to the other as we do in receiving it.”
“Show me again how to bring you pleasure,” Gabriel said. “I want to give you the same gift you have given me.”
Deep and low, his voice sent a thrilling shiver through her. Silla gently took his hand, sliding it down her body once again. With her other hand she opened herself to his touch, guiding his fingers to the tiny bud. She taught him how to stroke it, how to tease it, how to bring her to the peak.
* * *
Gabriel was amazed at the freedom he felt making love with Silla. In her world, no act was forbidden, no touch sinful, as long as both partners entered into it willingly. She introduced him to new sensations, new ways of giving and receiving pleasure he’d never dreamed of.
To his amazement, Gabriel felt his manhood getting hard again as he watched her respond. Her breathing quickened, and she started grinding herself against his hand. She cried out again, trembling. But then, instead of lying back with a satisfied sigh, she rolled on top of him. Straddling his body, she got to her knees and met his eyes as she guided his cock in. She slid up and down slowly, driving him deeper inside her with each deliberate stroke. Stoking the smoldering fire in his loins into a raging inferno.
Gabriel grabbed her ass, digging his fingers in as he rocked his hips up to meet her. She rode him fast and hard, back arched, eyes closed. When he reached up to rub her center of pleasure again, Silla screamed. Rhythmic contractions deep inside her milked his rigid cock the way her hands had done. His body tensed. Then, with a cry that echoed hers in intensity, he lost himself and became one with her.
Chapter Ten
Hours passed as they lay together in the soft hay, whispering and caressing each other, satisfying desires neither of them had dared to admit.
To Silla, Gabriel’s tenderness was as surprising as his eagerness. The stern cold stranger had disappeared. This Gabriel was warm and loving. His hands teased and tempted as they roamed over her body. He took his time, bringing her to climax again and again, then cradled her in his arms.