Wild Abandon

More snow fell. Lauralee felt the magic, the stillness, and excitement, when the winter turned its world into a blank white sheet upon which one’s imagination could range free.

“Let’s make love out here in the snow,” she blurted, hearing the creak of the snow-laden branches.

Dancing Cloud gazed ahead and caught sight of an antlered buck and his doe. They turned their quick eyes to the horse and sleigh, then away they suddenly went, tails up, with long leaps over the snow, lovely and slow.

“I am happy in the company of our forest friends,” he said.

He turned his dark eyes to Lauralee. Her skin was as pale as the snow, all blushed with the evening’s quiet pinks. “You would like for your husband to warm your body beneath the buffalo blankets?” he asked, his eyes dancing into hers.

Snuggled and hooded in a coat of rabbit’s fur, Lauralee nodded anxiously, her pulse racing. “Please, my darling, I need you,” she murmured. “But not for warming my body. I want you, for wanting’s sake, alone.”

Dancing Cloud drew a tight rein beneath a snow-laden maple tree. He dropped the reins to the floor of the sleigh, then took the buffalo blanket and drew it entirely over himself and Lauralee as she stretched out on the sleigh on another thick layer of blankets.

Dancing Cloud and Lauralee laughed as they shook off clothes that impeded their lovemaking. When they were ready, Dancing Cloud ran his hands up and down the satiny flesh of Lauralee’s thigh, her skin warm, smooth, and inviting.

Lauralee seemed to be in a state of suspended animation as they began making love. While the wind moaned and whistled around the sleigh, the air beneath the buffalo blanket was charged with heat and excitement.

Dancing Cloud’s mouth covered Lauralee’s with a heated kiss. She moaned with passion against his lips. She lifted her hips and rocked with him, his arms holding tight.

As he moved with her, their bodies joined as one. Lauralee abandoned herself to the torrent of feelings that swam through her. She nestled close to him, her breathing quickening as she already felt the pleasure mounting and spreading.

Dancing Cloud’s kiss became more demanding. Lauralee trembled with a quickening rapture, the curl of heat tightening inside him.

As Dancing Cloud’s passion rose, he felt himself being drawn into the feeling of a vast, spreading fire.

And then the explosion rocked his whole being as he came to that moment of wild abandon, when nothing but giving and taking total pleasure was the ultimate goal. He clung to Lauralee. He moaned against the long, sweet column of her throat.

Lauralee tossed her head back and forth, the intensity of the pleasure filling her, spilling over, spreading, her gasps long, soft whimpers into the still snow-filled air on the mountain path.

Their bodies then subsided exhaustedly into each other’s. The sharp cry of a blue jay jerked them out of their reverie. Lauralee giggled. Dancing Cloud laughed.

“Did I warm you enough, my o-ge-ye?” he teased.

“More than a dozen fires in a fireplace.” Lauralee laughed.

The horse whinnied. The bluejay cried again. The wind howled more feverishly outside the covering of the buffalo blanket.

“I guess it’s time to return to the real world.” Lauralee sighed. They quickly dressed. “I believe Brian Brave Walker has plans tonight. He said something about using our horse and sleigh, to take a friend from the neighboring village for a ride.”

“She is a woman friend?” Dancing Cloud asked, pausing to frown at her.

“Yes, a woman friend,” Lauralee said softly.

“He is too young to think so seriously about women,” Dancing Cloud grumbled.

“Darling, life is too short to measure one’s love by age,” Lauralee said, gently touching his cheek. “If he’s in love, let it be.”

“Just like I should allow our daughter to continue corresponding with that Brown boy from Mattoon?” Dancing Cloud said, sarcasm thick in his voice.

“I’ve told you time and again that nothing but a sincere friendship can ever come of that relationship,” Lauralee softly argued. “Remember how much older Wilnoty is than Noah.”

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bsp; Before they threw aside the buffalo blanket and returned to their seat, Lauralee framed her husband’s face between her hands. “Darling, let our children enjoy their young lives,” she murmured. “I had no life, till you. I was robbed of so many sweet moments that most young people share. Please relax with our children. Please?”

Dancing Cloud drew her suddenly into his arms and held her close. “I want what is best, always, for our children,” he said, then tilted her lips to his. “And your words about what is best for our children are wise. I find that I am a selfish father sometimes.”

“You are a wonderful father and husband,” Lauralee quickly corrected. “Ah, but how I would love another kiss, my darling.”