Savage Tempest

Unless the long months of winter inactivity led them to think about how Andrew had tricked them with his dishonest ways. Perhaps by spring they both would be bitter enough over the betrayal to see that his death was warranted.

“My husband, I have news today that will help ease the anger in your heart,” Joylynn said, reaching for one of his hands. She brought it over and laid it on her stomach.

She didn’t even have to speak the words. He knew.

“You are with child,” he said, his eyes filled with pride.

“Ho, I am with child,” Joylynn replied, smiling into his eyes. “When the flowers are blooming along the mountain passes and by the river where we spent our first night as man and wife, I will bear you a son.”

“It will not disappoint me if the child is, instead, a girl,” High Hawk said, slowly sliding his hand over the doeskin dress, knowing that beneath it, inside his wife’s womb, was a child that he would always cherish. “If the child is a girl, I hope she is in your image, for I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

“Even if she is ugly, you would love her,” Joylynn said, giggling. “Because she will be yours and mine, our firstborn.”

High Hawk moved to his knees facing Joylynn.

He slowly removed her dress, revealing her well-rounded breasts and a flat belly that would soon be growing into a round ball.

He ran his hand over her stomach, then leaned an ear low, scarcely breathing as he listened.

“It is too soon to hear anything within,” Joylynn said, laughing softly at how excited he was. “But one day you will even be able to feel its movements inside me.”

He gently laid her down on the soft blankets and pelts beside the fire, then began kissing her body, starting at the nape of her neck.

Joylynn’s heart pounded as the touch of his lips and tongue brought rapture to her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed each kiss.

When he flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, she sighed with pleasure.

And when he slowly kissed his way downward, across the flatness of her belly, her skin tingled with aliveness.

She raised her fingers to his hair and wove them through his long, thick tresses, then gasped with a new sort of pleasure when he flicked his tongue between her legs, where she had only recently discovered there was so much feeling and life.

As he kissed and licked that strange little nub of flesh, feelings that Joylynn had never felt before leapt into her heart.

Although she felt this might be wrong somehow, the pleasure she was feeling caused her to accept what he was doing, not question it.

The more his tongue and lips caressed her there, the deeper the feelings of pleasure went inside her.

Moaning as a blaze of desire fired her insides, she slid her hands away from his hair and slowly tossed her head back and forth.

She was responding to every nuance of this new way of making love. She even spread her legs wider apart so that he could have better access. The sensual throbbing increased.

Suddenly a bolt of heat spread through her and she realized that she had just experienced the same culmination she always felt when he was inside her, loving her in the usual way.

This time, her whole body was rocked with sensation and she knew that he had just taught her a new way of making love, and she had yielded, heart and soul, to it.

Still trembling, still feeling sensations where his tongue and lips had been, Joylynn opened her eyes and gazed questioningly at him.

“What you just did . . .” she began, but did not know what else to say about what had happened.

“Was it beautiful for you?” he asked, searching her eyes.

“So much so, I am still shaken by it,” Joylynn said softly.

He removed his own clothes and stretched out beside her on his back. When he reached for one of her hands, placing it on his erection, Joylynn’s breath was stolen away. Although he had made love to her with that part of his body, she had never actually . . . touched it.

Now she was, and she was very aware of the heat of his flesh there, and its tightness.

She started to ask him what he wanted her to do, but she didn’t have to. He had wrapped his hand around hers and was showing her how to move her hand on him.