Wild Abandon

Dancing Cloud led Lauralee to a thick bed of moss that grew spongy and green beside the creek. He lay her down onto it. He leaned over her. Their eyes met, locked in an unspoken understanding, promising ecstasy. The air was heavy with the inevitability of pleasure.

And when Dancing Cloud led himself into her warm, moist and tight place, she felt a soft, melting energy warming her insides. Desire raged and washed over her as he shoved into her, her hips responding as she thrust her pelvis toward him.

Although her senses were swimming with delicious sensations, she had enough rational thought to worry about his shoulder. “Darling,” she whispered, placing a gentle hand over the puckered skin of his wound. “I always fear hurting you while we make love. Are you certain . . . ?”

“Do not question anything at this time,” Dancing Cloud said. “Take. Enjoy what I give so willingly. In turn, I shall take what you so willingly give to me. That is all that should be on your mind now. Being together. Freely loving each other.”

“Oh, I do love you, Dancing Cloud,” Lauralee whispered, feverishly moving her fingers over his face. “Oh, my love, kiss me. Hold me. Take me to paradise with you.”

His lips came to hers in an explosive kiss. Only half aware of making whimpering sounds, she clung to him. She rocked with him. Caught in his embrace, all of her senses yearned for the promise of what they sought—the ultimate of giving, of sharing, of enjoying.

She ran her trembling hands down his back, savoring the feel of his sleek, copper body. She could never get enough of him. The touch of him. The feel. His pleasant manly aroma. His hands. His lips. Everything about him was wonderful . . . was perfect.

Dancing Cloud pressed endlessly deeper. He gathered her into his arms and sculpted himself to her body. Feeling as though a great fire was burning within him with a fierce heat, he inhaled a quavering breath. The pain of need that was building inside his loins was both agony and bliss. He felt it growing, growing, almost to the bursting point.

Wanting to delay the pleasure, to the limits of his endurance, knowing that it would be twofold if he waited, he fought to go slowly within her. He willed himself to wait.

He paused and leaned away from her so that he could take in her loveliness with his feasting eyes . . . the slimness of her body below her breasts, the supple broadening that led to her hips, the muff of hair that lay between her long, smooth thighs.

“Why have you stopped?” Lauralee questioned, her heart pounding, her body aching for that final fulfillment. She tremored when he reached his hands to her breasts and cupped them, his thumbs circling the nipples.

“To delay the pleasure so that it will be enhanced,” Dancing Cloud said, softly kneading her breasts.

Then he shifted his position. She rolled her head and closed her eyes when he began loving her body with his mouth and tongue. She abandoned herself to the pleasure that was swimming through her like sunshine spreading its warmth over a newborn day.

He made love to her slowly, finding every part of her body to delight and pleasure her. Each lazy caress, each exploratory sweep of his eager tongue over her warm flesh, brought her ecstasy.

“Darling, I am so close,” she murmured. “Please?”

His eyes dark and knowing, he rose above her. Without hesitation he came to her, thrusting hard into t

he rose-red slippery heat of her body.

She shuddered and gripped him lightly.

Their bodies strained together hungrily as his mouth covered hers with a fierce, fevered kiss.

The urgency then gave way to total pleasure. He kissed her long and deep. He thrust powerfully into her, bringing her to a wild abandon that matched his own.

Spent, his shoulder aching, Dancing Cloud rolled away from Lauralee and stretched out on his back. Panting, he closed his eyes.

“Darling, you’re in pain,” Lauralee said, her eyes wide as she moved to her knees beside him. She bent low over him and gently kissed his wound. His fingers laced through her hair and drew her lips to his.

A curling warmth spread through her again. She stretched out beside him, thankful for his muscular arms that swept around her, and the wonders of his kiss. They made love again, then both lay side by side, breathing hard.

“Let us leave now for my home in the mountains,” Dancing Cloud suddenly blurted, drawing Lauralee out of her pleasant reverie. He turned and faced her, his hands gently stroking her face. “We shall go to the Peterson House and pack our belongings, then leave. Why delay it? Have I not just proved that I am strong enough to travel?”

“You have just proven many things to me,” Lauralee said, laughing softly. Then her smile faded. “But, darling. I’ve promised the Petersons that we will spend one more night with them. What can it matter? I have already inflicted hurt on them. Why make it worse by leaving earlier?”

And she wanted to have time to talk her uncle into going and purchasing the stallion for her so that she could surprise Dancing Cloud with it early in the morning. How handsome he would look on such a magnificent steed as that! They were meant for each other, it seemed, as though it were their destiny.

“It would mean so much to you to spend this one more night with your blood kin?” Dancing Cloud asked, running his hands up and down the velvet smoothness of her body.

“So very much,” she whispered, sucking in a breath of pleasure as he again stroked her where she still throbbed from the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Again they made love.

The sun sent its slanted rays through the trees overhead, warning Lauralee that soon it would be evening. She did not want to worry Aunt Nancy. And she wanted to have a private talk with Uncle Abner about the stallion.