softness of the skin covering him, the sheer, burning size of him filling her hand. No wonder she felt full to overflowing when he pounded into her. She shivered. She felt hot and achy, confined by the close bodice of her gown.
Using her free hand, she unfastened the row of buttons down the front of her dress. Releasing her breasts, she flipped the bear claw over her shoulder and pressed into his back, naked skin to naked skin.
A low sound rumbled through him. "Come here. "
Before she knew what was happening, he whipped her around so she straddled the horse, face to face in front of him. His mouth came down on hers, hard. His hands enveloped her breasts, sending raw need zinging through her blood. He peeled her dress up so it lay in a tangled wave around her waist, ripped aside his breechclout and, without missing a beat of the horse's hooves, lifted her up and slid her onto his waiting pike.
She let him claim her, swept away on the sizzling sensations that were still so new and exciting. Instantly her body quickened. It tightened around him -- her arms, her legs, her inner muscles -- and he ground into her as she rode his carnal saddle. The rhythm of the horse's slow gait frustrated her with its lazy back and forth, back and forth. She wanted Standing Bear like a steam locomotive driving into her over and over, hotter and hotter. Like last night. She moaned and twisted on her mount, seeking to persuade him to gallop.
Instead, the motion stopped altogether. She surfaced from her erotic haze. And gasped as she looked around.
"Oh, my God, it's beautiful!" she cried, temporarily forgetting her heady lust at the sight that surrounded them.
Standing Bear adjusted her legs around his waist and held her close. He surveyed the panoramic view that had appeared below as they crested the top of a wildflower-covered ridge. "Yes. It is beautiful. "
The horse lowered its head to munch on the succulent flowers and grass. Accompanied by slow caresses, Standing Bear told her the names of all the peaks and valleys, and about the different clans and tribes who claimed them as summer and winter hunting grounds. It felt indecently delicious to sit on his nickering horse, joined as one with her lover, his rhythmic voice in her ear, the fragrant breeze flowing over them as hot blood pulsed through their intimate union.
"I love it here. Just like this. It's like being on top of the whole world. "
He chuckled and swung his gaze from her body to the still-towering mountains ahead of them. "One day I will take you to the highest peak. Today we have other things to do. "
"Such as what?" she said, returning her full attention to the thickness piercing between her legs. She moved over him, eliciting a groan.
"I should not have touched you. I must be strong today, Pale As Moonlight, and not spill my seed. "
Surprised, she looked up into his face. She thought she would perish of want if he meant to stop now. Memories of his sensual mastery of the night before had her wet and needy, wriggling to sink deeper onto his magnificent length. "But why?"
"Tonight I will seek a vision. I must not loose myself in you today, or I will also lose the vision I seek. "
Ernie had told stories of how Indians would do barbaric things to themselves, mutilation and fasting, strange dances, all to induce some kind of mystical revelation of the future.
She squirmed in frustration and pouted at Standing Bear. He'd picked a hell of a time to tell her about his damned vision. "But why do you have to do it today?"
"I must find out what to do about you. "
"I can tell you what to do about me, " she muttered, determined not to let him escape so easily.
He laughed. "Tell me, my woman. Do not worry. The more I am tortured, the truer my vision will be. I cannot spill my seed, but I can still give you pleasure. "
A slow smile spread over her lips. "Oh, really? Well, in that case... "
She
Using her free hand, she unfastened the row of buttons down the front of her dress. Releasing her breasts, she flipped the bear claw over her shoulder and pressed into his back, naked skin to naked skin.
A low sound rumbled through him. "Come here. "
Before she knew what was happening, he whipped her around so she straddled the horse, face to face in front of him. His mouth came down on hers, hard. His hands enveloped her breasts, sending raw need zinging through her blood. He peeled her dress up so it lay in a tangled wave around her waist, ripped aside his breechclout and, without missing a beat of the horse's hooves, lifted her up and slid her onto his waiting pike.
She let him claim her, swept away on the sizzling sensations that were still so new and exciting. Instantly her body quickened. It tightened around him -- her arms, her legs, her inner muscles -- and he ground into her as she rode his carnal saddle. The rhythm of the horse's slow gait frustrated her with its lazy back and forth, back and forth. She wanted Standing Bear like a steam locomotive driving into her over and over, hotter and hotter. Like last night. She moaned and twisted on her mount, seeking to persuade him to gallop.
Instead, the motion stopped altogether. She surfaced from her erotic haze. And gasped as she looked around.
"Oh, my God, it's beautiful!" she cried, temporarily forgetting her heady lust at the sight that surrounded them.
Standing Bear adjusted her legs around his waist and held her close. He surveyed the panoramic view that had appeared below as they crested the top of a wildflower-covered ridge. "Yes. It is beautiful. "
The horse lowered its head to munch on the succulent flowers and grass. Accompanied by slow caresses, Standing Bear told her the names of all the peaks and valleys, and about the different clans and tribes who claimed them as summer and winter hunting grounds. It felt indecently delicious to sit on his nickering horse, joined as one with her lover, his rhythmic voice in her ear, the fragrant breeze flowing over them as hot blood pulsed through their intimate union.
"I love it here. Just like this. It's like being on top of the whole world. "
He chuckled and swung his gaze from her body to the still-towering mountains ahead of them. "One day I will take you to the highest peak. Today we have other things to do. "
"Such as what?" she said, returning her full attention to the thickness piercing between her legs. She moved over him, eliciting a groan.
"I should not have touched you. I must be strong today, Pale As Moonlight, and not spill my seed. "
Surprised, she looked up into his face. She thought she would perish of want if he meant to stop now. Memories of his sensual mastery of the night before had her wet and needy, wriggling to sink deeper onto his magnificent length. "But why?"
"Tonight I will seek a vision. I must not loose myself in you today, or I will also lose the vision I seek. "
Ernie had told stories of how Indians would do barbaric things to themselves, mutilation and fasting, strange dances, all to induce some kind of mystical revelation of the future.
She squirmed in frustration and pouted at Standing Bear. He'd picked a hell of a time to tell her about his damned vision. "But why do you have to do it today?"
"I must find out what to do about you. "
"I can tell you what to do about me, " she muttered, determined not to let him escape so easily.
He laughed. "Tell me, my woman. Do not worry. The more I am tortured, the truer my vision will be. I cannot spill my seed, but I can still give you pleasure. "
A slow smile spread over her lips. "Oh, really? Well, in that case... "
She
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