Wild Abandon

He spread his legs and again enjoyed her caresses, her hands soft, sweet, and warm.

But when he felt that the pleasure was building to an intensity that threatened sharing it with her, he gently eased her hand away.

Lauralee’s heart throbbed as Dancing Cloud removed her blouse, her skirt, and her underthings. Her body tingled with pleasure each time the flesh of his fingers brushed against her body while disrobing her.

When he grazed a breast, she sucked in a breath of pleasure.

When his fingers brushed against her thigh, she trembled and closed her eyes.

After she was fully nude he stepped away from her, his dark, stormy eyes feeding on the sweetness of her flesh. His gaze burned along her bare skin as his eyes swept over her with a silent, urgent message.

In turn, her eyes moved over the sleekness of his body, his muscular thighs, his narrow hips, his long, lean torso.

When she gazed down at the full length of his manhood remembrances of how he so magnificently made love made her shoulders sway with unleashed passion.

Dancing Cloud placed his hands to Lauralee’s waist and led her to a blanket on the ground. As night fell over the valley, a faint silvery mist appeared above the water. The frogs began to boom and croak. The forest behind them became alive with the call of insects.

Dancing Cloud knelt down over Lauralee and silently gazed upon her loveliness again.

Her coppery red hair lay disarrayed around her smooth, creamy shoulders. Her hips curving voluptuously from her waist framed the triangle of hair beneath which lay the secrets of her desire. It was a hot, moist place where he would again find escape and intense pleasure.

Unable to wait any longer for that paradise that he always found in Lauralee’s arms, Dancing Cloud blanketed her with his body.

Lauralee’s soft, full thighs opened as Dancing Cloud’s loins surged forth. He entered her with one deep thrust. His lean, sinewy buttocks moved rhythmically within her, plunging into her, reaching deeply for her innermost part.

Feeling the quickening of her senses, Lauralee clung to Dancing Cloud with a rapturous intensity. Soft moans repeatedly surfaced from inside her as his lips came to her in a grinding, fierce and fevered kiss.

He kissed her long and deep, his hand cupping a breast, his thumb rolling the nipple. He squeezed the breast gently, pulling and rotating the stiff, resilient nipple.

Her hips moved and rocked.

She pressed her pelvis into his.

Dancing Cloud felt the nerves in his body tensing, the wild abandon near. His hand moved over her creamy flesh, then held her in a torrid embrace as he shoved more deeply into her.

He lay his cheek against hers and closed his eyes. He anchored her fiercely still for a moment, then again plunged into her.

The blood was spinning hot through his veins.

Lauralee tremored sensually when Dancing Cloud pressed his lips to her throat, then swept his tongue down her flesh, soon lapping one of her nipples to an even more taut tightness. The golden web of magic was spinning around them, capturing them as their other world slowly melted away.

Then the warmth spread, bringing them together as though one, their bodies quaking, throbbing, and shuddering.

Lauralee arched and cried out and clung to Dancing Cloud with a wildness and desperation as that most wondrous of feelings overwhelmed her. She could tell that he had reached that same pinnacle of pleasure, for he was plunging over and over again inside her. His grip was tight, as though she were being held within a vise.

When their bodies subsided and Dancing Cloud rolled away from Lauralee, he knelt over her and lifted her head from the ground, raining kisses on her lids, and on her hair.

“I so adore you,” Lauralee whispered. Her hands traveled over him, never tiring of feeling his wonderfully muscled copper body. She rediscovered the contours of his sculpted face as he leaned only a fraction away from her, his eyes filled with a loving warmth and peace.

Dancing Cloud suddenly laughed softly as his stomach growled, filling the night air with the sound. “More of myself now needs fed,” he said. “My desires have been fed. Now I must see to the needs of my stomach.”

The night breeze had turned cool. Lauralee sat up and drew the blanket around her shoulders. “If you build a fire I shall prepare our evening meal,” she said, her eyes twinkling into his.

“I believe that is an easy enough bargain to make,” Dancing Cloud said, pulling on his breeches. He slipped his shirt over his head, again aware of the pain in his shoulder. While making love, he had been oblivious of everything but Lauralee.

Lauralee hurried into her own clothes and set about spreading a tablecloth on the ground, and then sliced an apple, peeled a banana, and placed these with a hunk of cheese on a platter.

Unwrapping a checkered table napkin, she withdrew a loaf of bread, surprising Dancing Cloud that she seemed to have thought of everything.