"I did not know it could feel so good." She whispered. "I fear my Indian husband would not take such care of my feelings."
"If I don't do something right, tell me, alright. I've never done this before, I'm going on how I feel."
"And how do you feel?" She whispered.
"Like I can't live without you." He kissed her again, this time his tongue shot out to dance with hers, and it sought every inch of her. She closed her eyes and smiled, as she kissed him back, enjoying the exploration of his tongue.
"You must be doing everything right, as it feels so good. I did not realize the pleasure a white man could give." She whispered at his ear. "It is so much more than I ever hoped for."
"Any white man?" He asked softly.
"No…. just you!" She whispered and saw the slow smile that sent a thrill through her. "I do not think I could trust another white man to touch and love me like this. Just you."
But seeing her compliance, he wanted to make this a memorable time for her too. He kissed her, everywhere, going under the blanket to touch and kiss every part of her. She smelled sweet, and he wondered why. He wondered if she tasted that sweet too. It was compelling. She wiggled and wreathed with such pleasure.
"I want you Snow Bird," he whispered near her ear suddenly as he guided himself inside her, and then he moved against her and she moved against him, slowly at first, then faster and suddenly she was moaning with such undeniable pleasure and he was kissing her for all she was worth. Not knowing fully what to expect, he started to pull out from her, but she shook her head, "Not yet…" she whispered. "Please, not yet…" Her voice was raw with passion, her eyes gleamed into his. Feeling that same passion, the drive to go onward, he could not deny her. He drove himself deeper inside her and the way her muscles worked to draw him ever closer and deeper, he moaned the pleasure.
"I want to be gentle…" He told her.
"No," she cupped his face, and smiled at him, "Do not be gentle now, take me…until you feel the pleasure yourself." She urged him. "You must feel the pleasure I can give you…" she cried softly.
"Can you not feel it too?" He whispered.
"I have felt it once already, but it is possible I might feel it again if you keep going. The way you touch me, makes me want more…I am consumed with the wanting."
"Yes, more…" he sighed as he plunged himself deep within her now, and she moaned in his ear.
He smiled.
His excitement grew every moment he was with her. He wanted her now, needed her now and he drove himself deep inside her and both cried out the fulfillment of their love-making as he reached an orgasm that had him seeing stars. Stars were everywhere as they reached some point of no return as they climaxed together, holding each other close and kissing everywhere. Never in his life had he realized such pleasure. So, satisfied, so happy, he laid his head on her stomach, kissed her there and she pet him with her soft hands. He smelled the sweet scent of her sex and sighed and gloried in the touching of her now. He'd made her his, and he knew it. He made tracks with his kisses all the way back to her waiting mouth that welcomed him with a fever. He couldn't believe it. He wanted her again, so soon. But it felt so right. Every move she made inflamed his senses. He didn't know a woman could be so provocative. She incensed him.
"I've never had such pleasure…" He cried.
"I too…feel the same. I never expected to like it so much. Are we wrong to enjoy it so?"
"No, God created this, it is as it should be." He chuckled softly. "I guess we did it right, then."
She couldn't stop the bubbling chuckle either, "I think we did it very right."
They stared into each other's eyes and the sweetness that grew from that glance sent them into a frenzy to have each other once more.
"I don't want to hurt the baby, but I don't want to stop touching you either." He told her.
"The baby is fine," she said softly, but her facial expression changed. "A baby that is surrounded by love cannot be anything but a happy child." She cooed in his arms.
"Well, I can keep him very happy." He told her.
"You think it will be a boy?" She asked with surprise.
"Maybe, a little girl, just like her mother would be nice too." He told her.
Then he kissed her again and she gave herself up to him with a soft moan from her lips.
They were panting now, to reach the ultimate climax, knowing now that it would come with such pleasure.
The fever that overtook them sent him over the edge and he drove himself inside her now with a frenzy. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks as he pumped himself in the sweet love nest, she offered him. His hands encouraged her as he held her sweet round butt, massaging her there as she squirmed to meet his thrusts.
Gone were all the inhibitions of their first coming together, now they knew what they sought, and they enjoyed it even more for the freedom they felt to seek it.