"No…I am glad!" She said and reached to kiss him.
He drowned in her kiss, and her admission. Pride surged through him, awakening the sleeping tiger within him.
Later, he cradled her in his arms. He stared through the darkness at her. "My brother-in-law did not rush his love making with my sister. He was gentle, and he kissed her everywhere a lot before he took her. She moaned so loud, we all heard her, so we expected she liked it."
"Your brother-in-law was a smart man," She murmured. "And you have learned well from him."
"I guess my dad was right. Being open about things with your family, it's important. It's how you learn things. My sister was extremely happy, and all us kids learned to love her husband as much as she did. Lovin' and death, they are all part of life. But right now, I want to enjoy us coming together as much as humanly possible."
"When the other white man took me, it was so harsh, so ugly. I was ashamed. But…you do not take me like that. And I think I am falling in love with you my husband."
He kissed her for that admission. Their kisses became heated again and without another thought she raised her body to meet his, welcoming his touches, his kisses. He gasped.
He slowed her actions though when he reached to rub her growing belly.
"I don't want to hurt you, you're so little." He whispered. "And I don't want to hurt the baby either."
"You cannot hurt me, I know that now." She whispered back. "I am pleased to be your wife. I want you to touch me, look at me, take me…"
"You are pleased to be my wife?" He held his breath for her answer.
She reached up and kissed his lips, "I am. And I feel no shame in letting you claim me. You gave me respect, you married me. And I will always give to you from my heart."
"You say the sweetest things." He smiled.
When he just stared at her naked breasts his lips dipped to kiss them. "I don't know for sure, because I've never felt this way before, but I think I'm in love with you, Snow Bird."
She moaned softly in his ear, her lips spreading against him there in a smile. "We are one with that thought."
But the soft breast she offered made everything come into place and he kept kissing her there. She squirmed beneath him. His hand moved the blanket, so he could look at her there, and the feelings inside him whirled into a frenzy of delight as his hands cupped and his thumbs caressed her nipples over and over, until she was wreathing with wants and needs. Her breasts stood at his attention. She was small, but her nipples were large and dark and so inviting his lips to touch her there. He wondered if every woman was built this beautifully. His lips covered them, making them moist and shiny. He studied them, licked them, laved them, and kissed them into hard peaks over and over. He'd seen a half-naked girl before, in a bar once. She was white and pink all over. But Snow Bird was dark and dusky, and he admired looking at her. She tasted better than sugar, he thought idly. He could not get enough of her sweet, dark satin nipples. They begged his attention and he didn't mind giving all his attention.
She reached to his shirt and opened it, then he shrugged out of it completely and threw it somewhere. He stared down at her soft features. She was permitting him every pleasure it would seem. Her hands quickly splayed over his naked chest and he gasp at the warmth and when her mouth covered his nipple he jerked in reaction.
"I feel the same way, when you touch me there." She smiled.
He pulled the covers up again to stare from the flickering flames at her naked body. It was a slow, lingering stare that went from the top of her head to the sole of her feet. He smiled, and so did she.
"Do I please you, to look at?"
"More than you know. I never thought just looking at a man could be such a pleasure. You have a strong body. I could look at you all day." She smiled.
"Your nipples are such a lovely rose color. I can't stop looking at how beautiful you are. Small and beautiful. I'll never get the picture of you in my mind out of my heart."
"I should be ashamed that you are not my first husband, but I am not. I cannot be ashamed of what is so good. You are my white husband. And I give myself to you tonight. Had you taken me without marriage, I might not feel the same, but you did the right thing, and I cannot be angry about that. You chose me over a white woman, and I cannot be angry about that either. I'm thrilled. For I too have looked at you, wondered what it might be like with you. Tonight, we become as one. Is that not what your good book says?"
"You know of our bible?" He raised his head to look her in the eyes.
"Yes, that is how I learned to read."
"Oh…." He smiled.
Then he shrugged out of his
pants and the clothes flew over their heads somewhere.
Now their bodies joined. He was shivering as her body joined his now without clothes between them. The pleasure of that feel went straight to his heart. He felt the pinpoint of her nipples spearing his chest, so beautiful and small. They stood out against his chest now, and he relished the feel of them. He felt her legs spread and invite him in. His breath hitched. Trying to control his rioting emotions, he didn't want to rush this. He wanted it to be a good thing for them both. After all, he had married her. He'd kissed her, and he enjoyed that, now he wanted to make love to her, right.
His hands went lower now, and he found the small treasures of her womanhood. She was warm and as he moved his hand inside the womanly folds of her, she was wet. She quickly opened to him, allowing him every pleasure as his hand dipped to test her ripeness. Her sex gave off a heated yet an allure he couldn't get enough of. She moaned the pleasure his hands evoked. He touched her love nub and she bolted against him, wanting to join with him. He did not know what he touched, but he felt her immediate reaction to it, so he rubbed her there for long lingering moments, noting how excited it made her, how she squirmed for more.