Savage Skies

“I will never harm you in any way,” Blue Thunder said, brushing soft kisses across her brow. “My woman, oh, how I love you. I need you.”

“I am yours,” Shirleen said, smiling sweetly at him as the tears dried in her eyes. She was now only thinking of this wonderful man and the coming moments when she knew she would finally discover how wonderful lovemaking could be.

This man she loved with all her heart was so gentle, so caring, so loving!

She trembled with ecstasy as Blue Thunder slowly, almost meditatively, removed her clothes, bending to one knee to take off her moccasins, slowly, one at a time, while still gazing up into her eyes.

What he did then made Shirleen’s heart skip a beat. She was uncertain whether it was right or wrong; all she knew was the sheer bliss it was causing inside her. He placed his hands at her hips and drew her closer to him, his tongue flicking out and touching, then caressing, that part of her which had only now come alive.

She threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning with a pleasure she had never known existed, as he continued to caress her there with his tongue.

And then she was aware that he was kissing his way up her body, causing tremors across her belly as his lips touched the sensitive skin there.

And then she felt as though she might melt from sheer ecstasy as he stood and bent his head low, flicking his tongue across the nipple of one of her breasts. He transferred his attention to the other, his hands cupping her breasts, lovingly cradling them.

“What are you doing to me?” Shirleen said in whisper, arching her back in invitation. She reached up and twined her fingers through her hair, lifting it from her shoulders, then let it fall back down again.

“I have never felt anything like this,” she murmured.

“There is so much more to feel,” Blue Thunder said, fully standing now and slowly turning her so that her back was to him.

She gasped with the wonder of it when Blue Thunder began gently kissing her scars, first one and then another, making her feel something far different from the pain that had come when they were inflicted.

As Blue Thunder’s tongue licked each scar so lovingly, Shirleen could not help crying softly at the thought that this man could love her so much, even though she had been so terribly scarred by a madman.

And then he turned her to face him.

She brushed the tears away as she watched him slowly disrobe until his magnificently muscled body was revealed to her eyes in its total nude splendor!

She could not help herself.

She reached out and moved her hand over his muscled arms, his powerful shoulders, and then his hairless, muscled chest.

She saw how the touch of her fingers made his hard body tremble. When she came to that part of him that proved his sex, she blushed at how God had bestowed him with such power even there!

She had only seen one man nude.

Earl.

And he was nothing in comparison.

His manhood was small, sort of wrinkled and shriveled, whereas Blue Thunder’s was, oh, so much larger!

“Touch me there, too,” Blue Thunder said, reaching for her hand and placing it on his throbbing member. “Caress me there.”

Having never tried such a thing before, yet strangely tempted by the thought of doing it, Shirleen gazed bashfully into his eyes. As she slowly wrapped her fingers around him, his heat against her flesh made her eyes widen.

“Move your hand on me,” Blue Thunder encouraged. “For a moment, and then I want to be inside you. I want you to know the gentleness of a man, yet the full pleasure that a man who loves you can give to you.”

Feeling as though she were living a dream, hoping that someone would not suddenly awaken her, she began moving her hand on him. His body shuddered and his eyes closed, making her realize that she was giving him the same sort of pleasure his hands and tongue had given her.

She stroked him for another moment; then he reached down and took her hand away.

He drew her hard against him and enfolded her within his powerful arms. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her passionately as he used his body to press her down onto the plush pelts and blankets on the lodge floor.

As she lay there on her back, she gazed up at him through a haze of sexual wanting.

He blanketed her with his body, and as he kissed her again, he thrust the magnificent length of his manhood deep within her. Each of his rhythmic strokes brought a newfound ecstasy to Shirleen’s pounding heart.