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took her bunched-up gown from around her waist, lifted it over her head and let it drop behind her. She hadn't worn anything under it -- in deference to the day's heat, and in secret hopes that her lover would find a means to waylay her as he had -- so she was completely naked in an instant.
     
    His reaction was immediate. He jutted inside her so she felt him nearly to her throat. She purred, and wound her arms around his neck. Her bare skin felt glorious, her back warmed by the dappled sun, her man branding her front with his burning body.
     
    "Do not move, " he half ordered, half pleaded.
     
    Standing Bear didn't know if he could last the flick of a bobcat's tail, let alone for a whole day of sex play with the wildcat in his lap. It would be a test worthy of only the most stalwart of warriors. Far worse than counting coup on the enemy or even battle itself.
     
    He forced himself to turn his aching desire inward, to transform his throbbing, all-too-human cock into a weapon of flint -- unfeeling but capable of sparking fire in anything it touched. His swollen balls were squashed between Pale As Moonlight and his pony, which was good. The dull pain centered him. Helped him push away the talons of lust, till he was capable of taking a breath without fear he would spurt like one of the steaming geysers in the sacred lands to the north.
     
    With new resolve, he gathered her breasts in his palms and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until she shuddered and moaned. "Come, let us dismount. "
     
    He lifted her off him and jumped to the ground, hauling her down into his arms. "I want you on your back, " he said, pulling the blanket from the pony and leading her down the slope of the ridge. "Here. " He pointed to a sunny patch of meadow beneath a small spring that bubbled out from the ridge wall.
     
    He tossed the blanket on the ground and untied the leather thong holding his breechclout, medicine pouch and knife sheath. Pulling out his knife, he cut a hand's length from the thong and gave it to Pale As Moonlight.
     
    "Bind me, " he said, bracing his legs apart.
     
    She blinked at the bit of narrow thong, uncomprehending, then raised her eyes to his. "Where?"
     
    He stood still as a lodge pole as he brought her hand between his legs and cupped his balls with it. "Here. "
     
    He could see the shock and disbelief in her eyes. "But--"
     
    "It will help me. " He wasn't up to explaining. He just wanted her to hurry, before he shamed them both.
     
    He snatched the leather strip from her hand and wound it twice just above his turgid sac. "Tie it. "
     
    Her mouth parted, but she obeyed, dropping down in front of him to take the ends of the thong in her fingers. Delicately, she tied them.
     
    "Tighter, " he said.
     
    On her knees, she looked up, and he nearly lost control. Her moist, plump lips were a mere whisper from his quivering lance. He had only to sway forward, and she would eagerly play out one of his most favored fantasies.
     
    He groaned. "Tighter!"
     
    She jerked the ends of the thong in surprise, and he almost fainted.
     
    "Good, " he croaked, sucking in a breath. "That is good. "
     
    "Standing Bear--"
     
    Teeth gritted, he ordered, "Make a knot. "
     
    She did as he demanded and he hissed out the breath between his teeth. He grasped her head between his hands and held her there, waiting for his eyesight to clear.
     
    He should be limp as a three-legged wolf, but he could feel his staff standing straight and tall. Unbelievable. What could explain this insatiable lust for the woman, and the mystical powers she held over his male parts?
     
    With the deliberate pace of a mountain lion closing in on its prey, he slowly pulled her face closer. Her eyes widened, then fastened on the center of his voracious hunger.
     
    "Lick me, " he ordered, low and rough.
     
    He'd gone Windigo. No doubt about it. As insane as one of the Crazy Men. He may as well daub himself with white clay and be done with it,