“Ii, yes, gentle,” Dancing Cloud said, his heart pounding. “I shall show you how it should be between a man and a woman in love. Just relax. Allow it.”
“Yes, I will allow it,” Lauralee said, drawing a ragged breath of anticipation. “I want it.”
Dancing Cloud’s eyes swept over her with a silent, urgent message, then he tilted her chin and touched her lips wonderingly with his.
Cradling her close, he kissed her softly at first, and then his mouth seared into hers.
Lauralee moaned against his lips, a wild, exuberant passion spinning through her veins. Her hands sought out the feel of his sleek back, then moved around. She ran them over his smooth chest, her fingers lightly pinching his nipples until he groaned with pleasure.
When her hands roamed lower and she felt something hard and long pressing against the inside of his breeches, she fought off the alarm of realizing what it was. She refused to allow remembrances of another man, another time, enter her consciousness. This was Dancing Cloud. He had promised her that he would be gentle.
Wanting to prove to hersel
f that she could continue with what had started between herself and Dancing Cloud, she shakily placed her fingers over the swell of his manhood and slowly caressed him through the thin fabric of buckskin.
She did not flinch and draw away when he began moving his body in rhythmic motion with her caressing hand.
She kissed him long and hard. She could tell that she was giving him pleasure by the way he occasionally emitted soft moans and groans against her lips. She found it hard to understand, but she was getting pleasure from giving it to him.
Her whole insides warmed to the ecstasy that was pressing forth within her. She came alive in ways never known to her before.
And then she drew her hand away. She became stiff when Dancing Cloud backed away from her and she was the reason why. He needed room between them to loosen the buttons of her white cotton blouse.
She scarcely breathed when he swept her blouse away from her shoulders, her breasts now fully exposed to him.
She felt the heat of his gaze as he looked at her breasts, aware herself of her erect rosy nipples that had stiffened from desiring his hands on them.
And when he cupped them in his hands, his thumb slowly circling the nipple, Lauralee closed her eyes, her knees almost buckling beneath her from the rapture. A kind of slow fire was beginning to lick through her body, burning where his fingers touched. The heat was tiding through her, flowing everywhere.
When he bent to flick his tongue around one of her nipples, the feeling of wild bliss came at once, startling her. And then she was aware of another new sensation after he skillfully, quickly finished disrobing her. One of his hands swept down where curls of coppery-colored hair hid the secrets of her womanhood. Lauralee sucked in a wild breath of pleasure as one of his fingers delved into her clasping, moist inner flesh.
A brief moment of pain ensued, and then the sweetest sensations followed as he caressed her where her throbbing mound was slowly awakening to unknown bounds of pleasure.
Dancing Cloud’s blood spun hot and wild through his veins. He realized now that Lauralee had finally placed her fears behind her and was ready to accept the ultimate of pleasure. He drew her within his powerful arms and kissed her, freeing one of his hands so that he could shove his buckskin breeches to the floor of the cave.
When he was freed of his clothes, and nothing more stood between them, he lifted Lauralee into his arms and placed her on the blanket, then knelt over her. He parted her thighs with a knee. He smiled down at her as he again stroked the swollen cleft between her thighs.
Her hair disarrayed around her smooth and creamy shoulders had a coppery sheen that reflected the blushing glow from the embers of the fire. Her hips curved voluptuously from her slender waist. Her pale, ivory breasts were well rounded, and her soft, full thighs were open wide, an invitation for him to enter.
“Relax now and let me transport you to paradise,” Dancing Cloud whispered, brushing a soft kiss across her lips, and then her breasts. “Do not stiffen. Allow your body to mesh with mine. Slowly. I shall enter you slowly.”
Lauralee’s eyes were wide as she gazed down at his hand as he led his hardness inside her. She scarcely breathed. When remembrances of her mother screaming tried to rob her of this moment of pleasure, she found the willpower to brush it from her mind.
Pleasure.
She would feel only pleasure.
Dancing Cloud was gentle.
Dancing Cloud loved her.
He . . . was . . . not taking her by force!
She was allowing it!
Dancing Cloud shoved himself fully into her and delved into the rose-red, slippery heat of her innermost sensual place. He showered her with loving kisses as he began his rhythmic strokes within her, her inner flesh warm and clinging like an embrace.
Lauralee sighed and relaxed her body. She closed her eyes and laced her fingers around Dancing Cloud’s neck as between kisses she pleaded for more, her voice quivering emotionally in her excitement of the discovery of just how wonderful it was to be with a man. She swirled in a storm of passion that shook her innermost senses.