Wild Thunder

He claspeth mine,

And keeps us near.

—JULIA BAKER

Sparkling moon, The month of March. . . .

As Hannah walked to the far edge of the village beside Strong Wolf, she noticed the leaves on the oak trees were now the size of a squirrel’s ear, a sign that it was time for the Potawatomis people to plant their crops.

She looked at the fields spread before them, where the men had burned tree branches the previous fall to enrich the soil. Neat rows of planting hills stretched into the distance, ready for the new crop.

Soon she would be among the women who would be placing seeds together carefully in the top of each hill. They would plant two rows in one field, then move on to plant two rows in another field. The work would go quickly as the women would talk and joke among themselves. Only when each field had some rows planted would they return to the first field. Thus no one would feel that her field had been favored.

“You are so quiet,” Strong Wolf said, snuggling her closer to his side. “What are you in such serious thought about? Our children? We checked on them before we went for our walk. Their stomachs content with their mother’s milk, they went fast asleep.”

“No, I’m not thinking about our children,” Hannah murmured. “I look forward to being a part of the planting season this year. That was what I was thinking about.”

“I have other things on my mind,” Strong Wolf said huskily, giving her a playful nudge closer.

“Then, let us return to our cabin and pursue those thoughts,” Hannah teased back as she smiled seductively up at him. “Show me, darling, what’s on your mind, don’t just tell me.”

Laughing softly, they ran through the village, almost breathless when they reached their cabin and hurried inside, closing the door behind them.

Spring was in the air, soft and warm. The night scents abounded in fragrances of wild roses and lilacs. The moon was wafting its silver light through the window and across the bed when Hannah and Strong Wolf stretched across it, their hands gently touching and caressing each other’s bodies.

“Your stomach is flat and smooth again,” Strong Wolf said, running his fingers over its flatness. He straddled her and bent low, to flick his tongue in and out of her navel. “But it tastes the same, like honey.”

“That tickles,” Hannah giggled, the flesh of her stomach rippling beneath his teasing tongue. The ache of need blossomed between her thighs when his tongue dipped lower and he found her sweet place nestled between her thighs. She closed her eyes and slowly tossed her head back and forth, the ecstasy building within her.

“Does that tickle, or does it do something more for you?” Strong Wolf asked, his eyes dark pits of passion as he gazed up at her.

Hannah twined her fingers through his glossy black hair and smiled down at him. “You know how it feels,” she murmured. “Wonderful.”

“Then shall I continue, or would you rather I . . . ?” He didn’t get the chance to finish. She had her hands gently at his neck, urging him fully over her.

“I’d rather,” she murmured, her fingers in his hair again as she urged his lips to hers. She melted inside as he kissed her and plunged his thick shaft inside her, half lifting her off the bed with the thrust of entering her.

His lips drugging her, Hannah’s body hardened and tightened. When he cupped her breasts, she groaned with pleasure against his lips. She arched her hips and pressed her pelvis against him. He showered her face, ears, throat, and breasts with loving kisses.

Hannah was swirling in a storm of passion that shook her innermost senses. For too long they couldn’t share these special moments. She had made love with him only in her warm pink dreams.

But now, as the babies lay in matching cribs not that far from Hannah and Strong Wolf’s bed, she was able to be everything to Strong Wolf again, and he to her.

Their bodies strained together hungrily.

They could not hold back the ecstasy any longer.

Their kisses became frenzied,

Their moans of pleasure mingled.

Their bodies shook and quaked.

When they came down from the clouds, panting and satisfied, Hannah leaned up on an elbow and gazed at the cribs. “Mother never told me that there were twins in our family,” she whispered. “Can you imagine, Strong Wolf? We have a daughter and a son. I think it’s a miracle.”

She sucked in a wild breath of rapture as Strong Wolf came up behind her and pulled her back against his hard body. She reached behind him and stroked his muscled buttocks.

“You are the true miracle,” Strong Wolf whispered in her ear. “That you came to me and filled my life with so much more meaning, and that you have given me a son and daughter. How could a man ask for more?”