But when she had finally opened the door, White Fire’s and the child’s eyes had met. Then Dancing Star had so trustingly held her arms out for him. Nothing could have kept them apart.
White Fire had grabbed the child in his arms and held her as though she were a precious jewel.
Then later, when Dancing Star had fallen asleep in White Fire’s arms, Flame watched him place her onto the soft blankets and pelts on the floor before the gentle flames of the fire. Flame had known then that things would be all right.
And today he was going to get his son! Today there was going to be a wedding!
Extremely happy from the promise of the future, Flame’s thoughts merged now with her passion that was growing into a heated inferno. When she felt White Fire’s manhood probing her hot, moist place, she opened her legs more fully to him, and clung to him as with one insistent thrust he was inside her.
His mouth slid from her lips and fell over one of her breasts. As he rolled her nipple with his tongue, and he plunged deeply into her, withdrew and plunged again, she became mindless with bliss.
Again he sought her lips with his mouth. His hands took in the roundness of her breasts, gently stroking. He kissed her with an easy sureness, his hips rhythmically moving as he brought her closer and closer to a mind-exploding release.
His tongue brushed her lips lightly. Then he kissed her again. His body was on fire with the building ec
stasy. He groaned in whispers against her lips.
Cradling her close, his steel arms enfolding her, White Fire felt Flame’s hunger as she twined her fingers through his hair and brought his lips down hard on hers again.
As the pleasure built inside him, he fought to bring his breathing under control. He could tell that her cresting pleasure matched his by the way her fingers bit into the corded muscles of his shoulders.
Trembling, he reached a hand between them and found her warm and secret place. As he moved rhythmically within her, he caressed her damp valley, her woman’s center tight and large against the tips of his fingers.
Becoming almost crazed from the intense rapture that was overwhelming her, Flame ran her hands slowly down White Fire’s back, then clasped her fingers onto the taut muscles of his buttocks. She pressed him closer to her as she lifted her hips and met every demanding stroke.
A sensual tremor went through her body. It suddenly exploded in spasms of desire.
He buried his face between her breasts as his thrusts speeded up and went deeper and deeper.
She clung and rocked with him when she could tell that he had reached his own final throes of passion.
Then he kissed her again, his tongue parting her lips, the pulsing crest of their passion sought, found, and now subsiding.
Their tongues met and leaped together. His hands cupped her breasts. Their perspiration-laced bodies strained together.
Breathless, they finally broke apart and lay side by side, their eyes closed.
“If this is the way I will be awakened every morning, how can I sleep all night from anticipation?” Flame asked, turning to stretch out on her stomach. She rested her chin in her hands and gazed at White Fire. “Today everything will finally come together for us,” she murmured. “You are going to go and claim your son. We are going to be married. I can hardly believe it. It is too much like a dream since there were so many obstacles in the way of where we so badly wanted to be.”
“Yes, but nothing else can stand in our way,” he said, reaching over, stroking the soft flesh of her bottom.
“Dancing Star and I will wait anxiously for your return with Michael,” Flame said, shivering sensually when his fingers crept around and he stroked her where she was still wet, warm, and tender from lovemaking.
She closed her eyes. She giggled.
“But if you don’t stop that,” she said, her voice husky with need. “I doubt I shall ever let you out of this bed today.”
“Let’s go and see if our little darling is still asleep,” White Fire said, hopping from the bed.
Flame rolled from the bed and slipped into a loose dress, all the while watching White Fire’s exuberance as he finished dressing. She could see that he was accepting this new fatherhood with an open, loving heart.
She had worried about what his reaction would be that he had been given the child, and for what reason she had been handed over to him as though she were born of his flesh. Seeing his instant acceptance of Dancing Star, Flame realized just how much he loved children. She saw a future with him of many children. She had been too alone as a child. She saw the importance of the bonding of brothers and sisters.
Together, hand in hand, they tiptoed from the bedroom and went and knelt down beside the pallet on which Dancing Star still soundly slept.
“Doesn’t she look like an angel?” White Fire said, reaching over to gently slide locks of hair from Dancing Star’s eyes. “It’s so awful about her mother.”
“We will give the child so much love,” Flame whispered. Then she smiled at Dancing Star as the child awakened and found them both hovering over her.