Wild Embrace

And, ah, how skilled a teacher he was. His tongue and lips were like flames against her flesh, scorching . . . burning. Desire rose high within her as he showered heated kisses over her taut-tipped breasts, his mouth sweet and hungry as he then kissed her lips with a lazy warmth that left her weak.

And then she became aware of something else. A thick shaft resting against her thigh, pulsing it seemed, with a life of its own.

Curious, she drew her lips away from Strong Heart’s and peered down at him, blushing when she gazed upon this part of a man that she had never seen before.

She was not as embarrassed as she was intrigued.

She slowly reached a hand toward the swollen shaft, Strong Heart’s fingers circling hers, guiding her hand to his throbbing member.

“Touch it,” Strong Heart said huskily, his heart thundering within his chest, desire filling him now as never before in his life. “Caress me. There you will find the center of my passions . . . my passions aroused by you, my la-daila. Only you.”

Her pulse racing, every nerve ending within her feeling the exquisite tension of the moment, on fire with needs that were new to her. Elizabeth looked shyly up at Strong Heart.

Then, without losing contact with his eyes, she circled her fingers around the thickness of his manhood.

She was fascinated at how when his lean, sinewy buttocks began to move, he caused his manhood to move within her fingers.

But this seemed to cause too much pleasure for Strong Heart, for too soon he moaned throatily, then placed his hands at her shoulders and urged her away from him.

He drew her against him again, cradling her in his arms, the heat of his passion now pressing into her abdomen.

Holding her tightly, he turned her to lie again on her back. Brushing some strands of her hair back from her brow, he gazed at her with a look of possession in his eyes. “My love for you is new, yet strong,” he said passionately. “My la-daila, tell me that it is the same for you.”

“I have never loved before,” Elizabeth said, pleasure spreading anew through her body as his fingers gently kneaded her breasts. “But I know it, now that I am experiencing it.”

She framed his handsome face between her hands and drew his lips close. “Yes, Strong Heart,” she whispered. “Although new to me, my love for you is strong. It steals my breath away, this love I have for you. It is a wonderful feeling, as if I am suddenly wrapped in a cocoon of deliciously warm cotton, my whole body responding to yours. You are lying with me in this cocoon, your body awakening mine to pleasure.”

She clung to him as once again he kissed her. She felt a soft probing at the juncture of her thighs—something hot, something wonderful, and then she understood exactly what was trying to make entrance where no man had been before: His manhood.

One of his knees moved her legs apart, and then again she felt the probing. She closed her eyes tightly and clasped her arms around Strong Heart’s neck, opening herself to him, making it easier for what he sought. Yet he pulled away, stopping what he had begun and she had agreed to.

Elizabeth’s eyes opened in surprise as Strong Heart rolled away from her, his hands still at her waist, turning her on her side to face him.

He gazed at her naked splendor, his eyes filled with a drugged passion, then he looked into her eyes.

“Say that you want me,” he said, tracing the line of her jaw with his finger. “I must hear you say it, before our bodies become as one. It is important to know that you understand this that we do, and want it as badly, as I. I want you to love me forever, my la-daila. Not just tonight.”

“I’m not sure what want is,” Elizabeth said, innocently. “As I said earlier, I’ve never been in love before.”

“Listen to your body—the ache, the passions aroused within it,” Strong Heart said, his one hand now at the core of her womanhood, slowly caressing it with his fingertips. “Do you feel it? The passions that need to be answered with mine?”

Desire was shooting through Elizabeth as his fingers so skillfully awakened her body to even newer sensations. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, sighing.

“Yes,” she whispered. “The passion. Oh, such passion. I do feel it. Please, oh, please. I do need you, Strong Heart. Forever I will need you.”

Strong Heart drew her beneath him. He bent down and kissed her, his palms moving softly and arousingly over her as he once again parted her legs with his knee and began pressing his manhood slowly inside her yielding folds.

Gently he entered her. When he reached that shield that stopped his entrance, he held her tenderly to him and kissed away her pain as he made the plunge that finally made her wholly his.

The pain was only brief, causing Elizabeth’s body to wince, and then the pain smoothed out to something deliciously sweet.

She twined her arms about Strong Heart’s neck and circled her legs around him, locking them at the ankles, and rode with him, taking from him all that he offered, his strokes within her a steady rocking movement now.

As Strong Heart’s breathing quickened, he moved his mouth from her lips and pillowed his cheek against her full bosom. He closed his eyes and plunged ever more deeply within her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, pulling her tightly against him.

The soft, melting energy was warming him, spreading throughout his body.

Overcome by the unbearably sweet pain, Elizabeth began rolling her head from side to side, the whimperings that came to her ears, her own. She trembled with excitement as Strong Heart began sucking one of her nipples, then flicked his tongue around its hardness.