Wild Thunder

He gripped her shoulders and as he made one last, deep plunge, her body spasmed against his in her own climax.

Then their bodies became still. Strong Wolf held her tightly against him. His tongue parted her lips. Her tongue flicked out and touched his.

His hand moved downward, following the curve of her hips, her buttocks, and then around to touch that very core of her heat.

He was still inside her, pulsing.

He withdrew, stroked himself until life came to him again, then he filled her again and began his rhythmic strokes as he kissed her passionately.

They found their pleasure a second time, then Strong Wolf rolled away from Hannah, breathing hard, his heart lost to her forever.

Nestled into his bed of sweet-scented grass, Strong Wolf pillowed Hannah’s head against his chest as she lay on her side beside him.

“You are so quiet,” Strong Wolf said, placing a finger beneath her chin, directing her eyes into his. “Do you wish not to be here? I know that you enjoyed our lovemaking, so it is not that you wish to run away from. What is it? Why do you not smile?”

Hannah gazed up at him, then smiled. “I am so amazed at what we have found together,” she murmured. “I am with you with such ease in this way. I find it hard to believe that I am, and that I have enjoyed it so much. I love you so much. Surely that is why it came so easy for me today.” She laughed softly. “I came to see your horses, not to initiate lovemaking with you.”

“In your h

eart, you know that we should have made love even before today,” Strong Wolf said, again stroking the tender flesh of her womanhood. “Even now, as I touch you, do you wish ever to leave me?”

“No,” Hannah choked out, the pleasure spreading inside her again. She held her head back and sighed.

He leaned over and kissed the hollow of her throat, then covered a breast with his lips and flickea his tongue around the nipple.

“Surely we can’t do it again, so soon,” Hannah managed to say in a choked sort of whisper.

He turned her so that her back was to him. He drew her up close behind him as one hand reached around and cupped a breast, while the other hand caressed her where she was alive again with need of him.

“We will make love a different way,” Strong Wolf whispered huskily against her ear, bringing her slowly to her knees in front of him.

Hannah felt the heat of his manhood probing from behind at the heart of her desire. She leaned her hips back and slowly lifted a leg, then sighed with pleasure when she felt him enter her again with his wild, rhythmic thrusts.

As he thrust inside her, his fingers stroking her swollen nub, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be carried away again on clouds of rapture.

Strong Wolf closed his eyes. He took his time, savoring each moment that he was inside her, her flesh so warm against his, so tight, so wet. He could feel his manhood being sucked farther inside her as Hannah squeezed with pleasure.

“Lord,” she cried, feeling the sweet rapture of their togetherness again. “How can it be? It is so wonderful, Strong Wolf. Pleasure me! Pleasure me! I can’t get enough!”

He leaned over far enough to kiss her as she turned her head to one side to receive his lips against hers.

They kissed wildly.

They floated.

They soared.

They again found the bliss of sharing.

Afterward, when they were dressed and sitting beside the fire, they shared a meal that a Potawatomis woman had brought to them at his bidding. They feasted on a meal of cooked turnips and milkweed buds.

Hannah marveled over him having coffee to serve her.

When their meal was finished, Strong Wolf added dry willow twigs to the fire. The fire was already fueled by brambles, huge logs, and small ears of green corn.

Soon bright flames shot up and filled the room with a pleasant golden glow, the smoke lifting up through the chimney and wafting into the early afternoon air.

“I enjoyed the milkweed buds,” Hannah said, then took a sip of coffee as she crossed her legs at her ankles, the rabbit fur robe spread beneath her on the floor soft and comforting. “I never imagined they could be eaten, much less be so tasty.”