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arranged on top of what looked like straws.
“I thought Tainos slept in their hammocks,” she said out loud to break the nervousness that had her in its clutches.
Orocobix spoke directly behind her, his heated body touching hers. “We sleep in hammocks…other things are done right here,” he pulled her over to the pile of cloths and urged her down. “I sent all the way to Guanahatabey for cloths as soft as these.”
“Guanahatabey is Cuba,” Ana blurted out nervously as Orocobix hugged her to him.
“I have waited all my life for you Ana,” Orocobix whispered in the dark. He ran his hands through her hair. “I get hard thinking about you in the day time, and sometimes I have to hide my hardness from the elders in the council meetings. If you had not joined with me, I would be hard forever, no end in sight.”
Ana chuckled in the dark, enjoying his warmth and the sweet scent of jasmine on his skin…and his talk of hardness.
“I would conquer the Caribs for you,” he trailed his fingers around her breast and his voice got huskier, “I will never allow anyone to come between us. If you are ever captured I will come after you, even if I will lose my life. This is my pledge to you, my flower.”
Ana whimpered in his arms, something was happening to her, her body was turning liquid, she was catapulted into a mass of sensations and he hadn’t even touched her properly. His words were better than any aphrodisiac, his mouth seductive. She was caught up in sensation and deep attraction, but the future for her did not exist here.
“Do you know how to kiss?” She whispered in the dark, capturing his wandering hands and kissing the smooth pads of his fingers. “What is that word?” Orocobix asked curiously.
“It’s this,” Ana brought his head closer to hers and fit her mouth over his; she slowly pushed her tongue across his hard lips and slowly showed him what to do. He learnt pretty quickly, she thought in a daze as their lips locked for what seemed to her a dazzlingly long interval.
“That’s amazing.” His voice was husky; his hand trembled as he pulled back from her lips and touched her hair, then her eyelids. His hands wandered downward and he cupped her breasts and then snaked down leaving a hot trail of sensation in its wake to the juncture of her thighs.
Ana moaned in the darkness, her senses were heightened, her breathing frenzied. All the tactile areas of her body were inflamed as he touched her most secret place.
“Touch me Ana,” his words were garbled against her neck.
She obeyed him.
The drums' beat outside their sensual haven, adding to the pulsating beat of their bodies as they became one.
******
The sun was up when Ana opened her eyes, she glanced at Orocobix. His eyes were closed and his long lashes cast shadows against his skin.
She touched his warm skin and sighed. She could probably have explained everything else to her psychiatrist when she returned to the future, but not last night. All her senses were on alert.
Last night was real. She looked down at her body. The love burns were real.
She wanted to use the bathroom, bathe and do something about the ugly body paint that was on her skin.
Basila made a clear liquid to run the mosquitoes, so she did not need the paint. The paint was a bit too ancient for her; she really did not like dabs of the stuff on her skin.
If only she had a paper and pen or something else to write with, she glanced at Orocobix again. She would probably write a flowery article on the love practices of the Tainos, she could just envision the topic in flaming black script, 'Tainos how did they make out?'
She grinned. The title 'How were Taino babies born. Was it by Immaculate Conception or Passionate Copulation?' sounded better. She would get more sales for that one.
“It is good, that you are smiling,” Orocobix said beside her. He caressed her bare back.
Ana suddenly felt shy, her skin prickled where he ran his fingers. “I don’t
“I thought Tainos slept in their hammocks,” she said out loud to break the nervousness that had her in its clutches.
Orocobix spoke directly behind her, his heated body touching hers. “We sleep in hammocks…other things are done right here,” he pulled her over to the pile of cloths and urged her down. “I sent all the way to Guanahatabey for cloths as soft as these.”
“Guanahatabey is Cuba,” Ana blurted out nervously as Orocobix hugged her to him.
“I have waited all my life for you Ana,” Orocobix whispered in the dark. He ran his hands through her hair. “I get hard thinking about you in the day time, and sometimes I have to hide my hardness from the elders in the council meetings. If you had not joined with me, I would be hard forever, no end in sight.”
Ana chuckled in the dark, enjoying his warmth and the sweet scent of jasmine on his skin…and his talk of hardness.
“I would conquer the Caribs for you,” he trailed his fingers around her breast and his voice got huskier, “I will never allow anyone to come between us. If you are ever captured I will come after you, even if I will lose my life. This is my pledge to you, my flower.”
Ana whimpered in his arms, something was happening to her, her body was turning liquid, she was catapulted into a mass of sensations and he hadn’t even touched her properly. His words were better than any aphrodisiac, his mouth seductive. She was caught up in sensation and deep attraction, but the future for her did not exist here.
“Do you know how to kiss?” She whispered in the dark, capturing his wandering hands and kissing the smooth pads of his fingers. “What is that word?” Orocobix asked curiously.
“It’s this,” Ana brought his head closer to hers and fit her mouth over his; she slowly pushed her tongue across his hard lips and slowly showed him what to do. He learnt pretty quickly, she thought in a daze as their lips locked for what seemed to her a dazzlingly long interval.
“That’s amazing.” His voice was husky; his hand trembled as he pulled back from her lips and touched her hair, then her eyelids. His hands wandered downward and he cupped her breasts and then snaked down leaving a hot trail of sensation in its wake to the juncture of her thighs.
Ana moaned in the darkness, her senses were heightened, her breathing frenzied. All the tactile areas of her body were inflamed as he touched her most secret place.
“Touch me Ana,” his words were garbled against her neck.
She obeyed him.
The drums' beat outside their sensual haven, adding to the pulsating beat of their bodies as they became one.
******
The sun was up when Ana opened her eyes, she glanced at Orocobix. His eyes were closed and his long lashes cast shadows against his skin.
She touched his warm skin and sighed. She could probably have explained everything else to her psychiatrist when she returned to the future, but not last night. All her senses were on alert.
Last night was real. She looked down at her body. The love burns were real.
She wanted to use the bathroom, bathe and do something about the ugly body paint that was on her skin.
Basila made a clear liquid to run the mosquitoes, so she did not need the paint. The paint was a bit too ancient for her; she really did not like dabs of the stuff on her skin.
If only she had a paper and pen or something else to write with, she glanced at Orocobix again. She would probably write a flowery article on the love practices of the Tainos, she could just envision the topic in flaming black script, 'Tainos how did they make out?'
She grinned. The title 'How were Taino babies born. Was it by Immaculate Conception or Passionate Copulation?' sounded better. She would get more sales for that one.
“It is good, that you are smiling,” Orocobix said beside her. He caressed her bare back.
Ana suddenly felt shy, her skin prickled where he ran his fingers. “I don’t
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