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instead of standing here, compelling his beautiful woman to take him in her mouth on the one day he must not hear the thunder.
But every warrior had to seek his vision his own way. And this way would serve him well. He would feel as much torment today as he would for the rest of his life if he let her walk into the setting sun on the trail of wagons.
Her dewy lips sought his flesh and placed one of her sweet kisses on him. Her tongue crept out, and shyly flicked over him. He jerked in response, wanting more. Wanting to force her mouth over his cock, to put an end to this agony of frustration.
Blood pounded through his veins like a war drum as he watched her lips and tongue explore him, more confidently now. Each moist stroke and lap had his insides in knots, clawing to erupt. The thong went only so far to deaden his powerful need to climax.
Finally, he could take no more of the exquisite punishment. "Enough!" he ground out and pulled her mouth away. Lowering her down beneath him on the blanket, he resisted the nearly overwhelming urge to mate with her.
"Now it is my turn. "
He would take it slow. He would stay in control.
Looking around the meadow, he spotted several things he could use in his quest to make her body sing with his own enchantment. He rose and gathered a bunch of long grasses that ended in feathery seed clusters, a few sprigs of spearmint growing near the water, a handful of round, hard berries from a nearby bush, and a length of strong, thin vine.
"Are you going to tie me up?" she asked, eyeing the vine.
He gave her a slow smile. "Would you like me to?"
"No, no. That's quite all right, " she hastened to say, but he could see in her eyes she would not mind if he did.
"I will tie you up if you try to escape me, " he said, offering to play the game if she wished. He unwound the sweetgrass rope from his neck and shoulder and laid it on the blanket above her head. "But remember, I caught you last time. "
The bright color of her eyes darkened to the clear, deep blue of the sky after the winter sun has set. In them, he saw the memories of the first time he'd caught her. And his heart sent out a prayer of thanks to the forest spirits who had led him to her.
"You were so handsome, " she murmured. "When I saw you, sitting on your horse by the stream, you looked so wild and free. I wanted to be yours from the very first moment I saw you. "
He positioned her arms above her head, basking in her adoration like a turtle in the sun. "Were you not afraid?"
"Terrified. " She watched him bend her legs and spread them apart. "That you wouldn't touch me. "
He picked up one of the long weed stalks, looked at her and smiled. "You had nothing to fear. Even if a troop of Horse Soldiers had guarded you, I would have found a way to steal you away. " She was his. He just had to figure out how to keep her without starting a war.
Running the feathery weed over her knee, he considered where he should begin his sensual assault on her body. Her doe eyes focused on the spiky weed tuft. A look of comprehension dawned in them as she followed the upward movement of the stalk. He tickled the inside of her thigh before sweeping it up over her belly and breasts, and grunted in satisfaction when a shudder racked her body. Yes, a little erotic torture would go a long way to distracting him from his own test of will.
"What are you doing now?" Sally peered at Standing Bear, breathless with frustration. Her body thrummed with sexual need and the man was stringing berries like it was Christmas Eve.
"You must learn to have patience, " he answered with a devilish grin, and poked holes through three nickel-sized green berries with a bone needle from his medicine pouch. "Don't move. "
He hadn't let her so much as stir while he'd played over her body with his delicate instrument of torment. Every inch of her skin was aroused from the tickling he'd given her with
But every warrior had to seek his vision his own way. And this way would serve him well. He would feel as much torment today as he would for the rest of his life if he let her walk into the setting sun on the trail of wagons.
Her dewy lips sought his flesh and placed one of her sweet kisses on him. Her tongue crept out, and shyly flicked over him. He jerked in response, wanting more. Wanting to force her mouth over his cock, to put an end to this agony of frustration.
Blood pounded through his veins like a war drum as he watched her lips and tongue explore him, more confidently now. Each moist stroke and lap had his insides in knots, clawing to erupt. The thong went only so far to deaden his powerful need to climax.
Finally, he could take no more of the exquisite punishment. "Enough!" he ground out and pulled her mouth away. Lowering her down beneath him on the blanket, he resisted the nearly overwhelming urge to mate with her.
"Now it is my turn. "
He would take it slow. He would stay in control.
Looking around the meadow, he spotted several things he could use in his quest to make her body sing with his own enchantment. He rose and gathered a bunch of long grasses that ended in feathery seed clusters, a few sprigs of spearmint growing near the water, a handful of round, hard berries from a nearby bush, and a length of strong, thin vine.
"Are you going to tie me up?" she asked, eyeing the vine.
He gave her a slow smile. "Would you like me to?"
"No, no. That's quite all right, " she hastened to say, but he could see in her eyes she would not mind if he did.
"I will tie you up if you try to escape me, " he said, offering to play the game if she wished. He unwound the sweetgrass rope from his neck and shoulder and laid it on the blanket above her head. "But remember, I caught you last time. "
The bright color of her eyes darkened to the clear, deep blue of the sky after the winter sun has set. In them, he saw the memories of the first time he'd caught her. And his heart sent out a prayer of thanks to the forest spirits who had led him to her.
"You were so handsome, " she murmured. "When I saw you, sitting on your horse by the stream, you looked so wild and free. I wanted to be yours from the very first moment I saw you. "
He positioned her arms above her head, basking in her adoration like a turtle in the sun. "Were you not afraid?"
"Terrified. " She watched him bend her legs and spread them apart. "That you wouldn't touch me. "
He picked up one of the long weed stalks, looked at her and smiled. "You had nothing to fear. Even if a troop of Horse Soldiers had guarded you, I would have found a way to steal you away. " She was his. He just had to figure out how to keep her without starting a war.
Running the feathery weed over her knee, he considered where he should begin his sensual assault on her body. Her doe eyes focused on the spiky weed tuft. A look of comprehension dawned in them as she followed the upward movement of the stalk. He tickled the inside of her thigh before sweeping it up over her belly and breasts, and grunted in satisfaction when a shudder racked her body. Yes, a little erotic torture would go a long way to distracting him from his own test of will.
"What are you doing now?" Sally peered at Standing Bear, breathless with frustration. Her body thrummed with sexual need and the man was stringing berries like it was Christmas Eve.
"You must learn to have patience, " he answered with a devilish grin, and poked holes through three nickel-sized green berries with a bone needle from his medicine pouch. "Don't move. "
He hadn't let her so much as stir while he'd played over her body with his delicate instrument of torment. Every inch of her skin was aroused from the tickling he'd given her with
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