"Perhaps I should be shy, but I'm not ashamed with you. To know that there is so much more to love than what my husband offered…" She mumbled against his skin, as she nipped his skin between her teeth and waited. "From the moment you kissed me, I knew it would be good between us. The way you took you time to kiss me, to make me want you. I never wanted a man before. Then I feared you might never touch me again…I thought myself too bold, too willing. I was ashamed."
"That is a white man's game. When an Indian looks at a woman, he looks with his heart also."
He suddenly kissed her from her nipples, to her belly button, and then went lower, until he was moving her legs apart and wrapping them around his head and kissing the center of her womanhood, manipulating his tongue in a slow drag across her there. She moaned softly. Her body reacted in ripples of awareness and tingling sensations danced across her belly. She nearly fainted from the sheer pleasure he gave.
"Oh," she relaxed and closed her eyes and closing her legs around his head. "Such pleasures you give me. I don't deserve such a heaven." The sensation he created with his tongue sent hot desire spearing through her. She jerked and pushed herself up so he could reach her easier, thrusting her hips against his loving mouth. Never had she imagined such a wonder. Wanting more of him. This was what dreams were made of. How could love be so simple, so sweet, and so satisfying? Suddenly she clutched his hair and yanked it as she reached a climax that shattered through her like a million beautiful stars. He kept laving and she kept climaxing until she shivered so hard she collapsed on top of him. Weak she tried to recover but craved his touches too. Her legs clung to him, quivering as he continued the lapping. It was torture in the most pleasurable way. She tried to relax, but he continued to build once more. Her body moved in an erotic dance at his touch. Tender she pulled away some so that his touch was light and still priming her for his entry. She moved against his mouth, and he continued to lave. Then his lips captured her core and he suckled her there gently. Unraveled she climbed his body, wanting more, seeking him, needing him to complete what he started. "You are…magnificent. So much a man…words fail me." She whispered.
She settled against the dirt and panted.
"My God is this what love is?" She spoke the words like a prayer, as he moved toward her with a purpose. Their lips mingled, tasted and mingled again. "Did God mean man and woman to be this one with each other?"
"Yes my sweet, this is what love is…" he smiled against her breast as he took the sweet dusty rose nipple into his mouth. He gently flicked his tongue against it in small little thrusts that had her yearning for more.
"Every kiss, every touch, sends a fire through me. You must squelch this fire before it consumes me…"
He feasted there for long pleasurable moments. Her fingernails dug into his back, clawing and moaning the pleasures he evoked in her.
She moaned softly and moved toward him with white-hot desire. "I want you in me…" She cried. "I want to be one with you again. Make me yours."
He smiled again and moved inside her with one stroke of his manhood. His aim was perfect, without the slightest effort. She was more than ready to receive him, wet and hot, she climbed him. The fire between them consumed him as he pushed himself deeper. Her muscles worked to hold him there, clutching him with her sweet warm moistness. He held her bottom in his hands, kneading her there as they began a rhythm. His touch was gentle, caressing her, as though every part of her pleased him. Every move he made enticed a bigger climax than before. As they reached the highest of peaks, he kissed her, his tongue moving inside her mouth, waltzing with hers, as the moment through them over the edge.
Exhaustion claimed them and they rested in each other's arms. A light sleep rested them.
When they woke, they lay entwined for a long time again, talking, kissing, and feeling each other. It was a happy feeling, a feeling of being loved, and nurturing that love.
"I've wanted your touch for days…" She cried. "I've dreamt about it, thought about it, and prayed about it. I felt sinful, wanting you so much and so often."
She reared up over him to look into his eyes. "That day at the camp, when you took me. You could have plunged yourself inside me and been done with it. Why didn't you? Why did you make love with me that first time?"
He almost laughed.
"For two long years I have waited for you, wanting you, feeling your sorrows, your pains, and knowing beyond doubt that something powerful was growing between us. I fought being in love with you. It was obvious the obstacles we might create by doing so. I fought the feelings down so many times, but every time, they came back, only stronger. I felt it, and I somehow knew you did too. I even tried to leave you several times, but each time I was drawn back. When it came time to take you, when I had to take you, to save you, I wanted it to be memorable. I would never rape your body and leave you! Never!"
They sat on the banks, just talking for a while. Admiring each other, touching and talking. "Oh," she cried aloud. "I will carry your babies, I know I will…."
"Have I hurt you?" He gazed into her eyes.
"No," she kissed his chin, she gently squeezed his nipple. "I've never felt this wonderful in my entire life."
"There is only one way we can always be together. Only one."
"Tell me! For I have worried that you wouldn't stay with me."
"Never worry of that!" He smiled and kissed her hard. He raised his head and looked at her. "I could never leave you now!" He declared. "I would have stayed even if you hadn't wanted me. But now I know we must marry…"
"You want to marry me?" Her voice was filled with such wonder as she stared at him.
"It is the only way. We are already one. We must, to love like this, forever, marriage is the only way. I want to make us a family. For I love you and the children. Our love is not dirty or sinful, but pure, marriage is the only way, and with my people is the only place that we may live in any kind of peace. But we must be together, always. No matter the problems. We must face them together. For apart we are nothing."
"And your people, what will they think of us, of me."
"It might be difficult at first, but by marrying, no one can object. You might have to act like my white slave to be accepted at first, but as they see you do my bidding, they will begin to accept you. When you bear my children, they will welcome you."
"I'll do any bidding you like, as long as we can be together, like this…"
"I love you Eve Dawson…and we will be together like this, many, many times."
She smiled. "Oh yes, yes my darling. I will marry you. I never dreamed we could have so much together."