Wild Abandon

In a frenzy, their fingers trembling, they undressed each other.

Dancing Cloud released Lauralee’s hair from the tight bun so that it tumbled free across her shoulders, a few fronds falling over her breasts.

Bending to a knee before Lauralee, Dancing Cloud gazed up at her, his eyes smoke-black with passion. He smoothed the hair from her breasts and cupped them within the palms of his hands.

Lauralee sighed, the sudden onslaught of pleasure spreading a delicious warmth through her body. As he kissed her hard and long, she closed her eyes as ecstasy swam through her in wild, warm currents.

She melted into his hands as he slid them down to her waist and lowered her onto the warm pelts before the fire. He leaned over her and made love to her as if it were their first time together.

She ran her fingers over the expanse of his copper, sleekly muscled back, then reached for his finely chiseled face and feathered her fingers across his lips.

She giggled and felt currents of rapture swim through her when he sucked one of her fingers between his lips, his tongue wrapping it inside his mouth.

“It has been so long, my o-ge-ye,” Dancing Cloud said huskily, his body momentarily pausing in its movements. “It has been hard waiting for your body to heal.”

He gazed at her small, ivory-pale breasts, then down at the cloud of shadow between her legs, and up again where her ribs were brushed with the softness of the fire’s glow.

Lauralee tremored beneath the scrutiny of his eyes, seemingly being touched by them, as if they were hands, themselves, stroking her.

“Do I look well enough now for lovemaking?” she murmured. She ran her fingers through his thick, black hair. “It is so wonderful, my darling, to feel your body next to mine.”

“You look and feel well enough for this that we are now sharing,” Dancing Cloud said, leaning a soft kiss to her brow.

And then his mouth covered her lips. His body moved rhythmically against hers again, his kiss deepening, almost frenzied.

“My wife,” Dancing Cloud whispered as his lips now rested against the long, delicate column of her throat. He kept his steady pace within her, his arms now holding her imprisoned in his embrace.

“My husband,” Lauralee whispered, the drugged passion making her blood quicken. She laced her arms around his neck and whispered against his cheek. Her voice quivered emotionally in her excitement. “Oh, how I adore calling you my husband.”

Dancing Cloud’s mouth brushed Lauralee’s cheeks and ears and lightly kissed her eyelids. His fingers reached up and entwined them in her hair as he brought her mouth to his again. His mouth forced her lips open as his mouth grew more and more passionate. Desire shot thr

ough him, acutely aware that the urgency was building inside him. His head began to reel.

He held her close as her body answered the call of his. She swayed and rocked with him into paradise.

Soon Dancing Cloud rolled away from her and lay on his side facing her. He reached for her and drew her next to him, sculpting himself to her moist body.

“And so it begins, ah, it truly begins,” he said, smoothing some locks of her hair from her eyes. “Our future and that of our children.”

He paused and kissed her softly. “The damn Civil War was good for something, after all,” he said. “Though under tragic circumstances, it brought us together.”

“I am so very thankful that you were my father’s best friend,” Lauralee said, cuddling close. “If not, we would have never met. Ah, the trust that man had in you. I am certain that he is smiling from the heavens even now, Dancing Cloud, to see just how devotedly you looked after me since his death. How more devoted than to take me as your wife?”

“And the children,” Dancing Cloud said, leaning away from her, to gaze into the fire. “Our destinies also included the children that we now call ours.”

“Ii, yes, that is true,” Lauralee murmured. She cast her eyes downward and placed a hand on her flat tummy. “There could have been another child. It just wasn’t meant to be.”

She cast him a half glance. “My darling, can you truly accept that you will never have a true son, one who carries your blood through his veins?”

“I have a son,” Dancing Cloud said, turning to give her a soft smile. “As I see it, as I feel it, Brian Brave Walker is my son in every sense of the word. He will be raised in my image. And, yes, that is enough. I would never risk losing you just to gain a child.”

Lauralee drifted into his arms. She lay her cheek against his chest. She loved the smooth texture of his skin, and the swish-swishing sound of his heartbeat. “You are more than wonderful,” she murmured. “I am so blessed to have you.”

He lifted her chin with a finger. His mouth covered hers with a gentle sweetness that made her insides melt. Trembling, she wrapped her arms about his neck and returned the kiss.

Lauralee came alive again with his touch, with his kiss, with his passion, each caress, each kiss, promising more, assuring fulfillment.

Tremors cascaded down her back as he made love to her again, gently, tenderly, warmly, wonderfully.