by Rita Hestand
"You did?"
"Of course I did."
"I have thought a lot about our wedding," she said glancing around the seeing no one about.
"Oh?"
"Yes," she swallowed hard. "And our talks back then, since you have been gone. You have asked about me, now I must ask about you. What would make you happy?"
"For the most part, I am very happy, Sasha. My people are at peace, my folks are still alive, and I have a beautiful wife."
"A wife that does not make love with you." She uttered the words carefully.
"Yes, that is true, but I am a patient man."
"You say you are, but you keep talking about children, and it makes me wonder. Would children make you happy."
He sat up and looked away. "When you love someone, you want all that love can offer. Yes, I want children, and I'm sorry you think I pressure you for them. Forgive me, I won't mention them again."
His voice had changed, and she frowned and sat up with him.
When he calmed down, he glanced at her. "I'm sorry, but it is hard sometimes loving someone that doesn't love you back! This was not a good idea, coming here."
"Wait!" she pulled his arm around so he would look at her.
"I-I do have feelings for you. I enjoy your kisses, I'm glad you came home. But… I know nothing of making love. I'm afraid I would disappoint you."
"You said you enjoyed my kisses, and you hadn't been kissed like that. Yet, you kiss back naturally. There is no lesson to it. Love means nothing more than responding to each other. But it takes two Sasha. Making love to someone who does not want it, is no good. Don't you see."
"You think I don't want to?" she asked incredulously.
He stared now with shock, "Do you?"
"Your kisses make me ache for something I have never had. The way you look at me sometimes, melts my heart. But I haven't known you that long."
"How long does it take, because I fell in love the moment, I met you!"
"Can it happen that fast?"
"Apparently not with you!" he said and stomped back to the tepee.
She'd made him angry. She'd never seen him angry. What was she to do? He was her husband, and rightfully, she should make love with him. Still, she didn't know how, and apparently, she couldn't just blurt it out to him.
She sat there and cried.
She'd lost her father, whom she loved dearly, she'd lost Big Knife whom she didn't really love, and now, she was losing her husband all because she couldn't let her heart guide her.
An hour later she came back to the tepee, she'd cried her eyes out and felt ashamed.
"I am sorry," she murmured to his back.
"It is fine, Sasha, I didn't mean to raise my voice to you. I let my pride get in my way."
"Your pride?" she asked.
"Sure, I married a woman who didn't love me. I knew that when I married you. But I thought it would grow… Even without Big Knife in our way, it hasn't."
She bent her head and cried.
"Good night, Sweet One," he said and laid down to go to sleep.
She watched him and went to her side of the fire and laid down. She was so miserable.
She turned the other way, so he could not see her. She cried more.
What could she do?
Then it hit her. She knew. She knew what to do!
She stood up and took her clothes off and slowly walked over to him.
He had his eyes closed, but she cleared her throat and he opened an eye. When he saw her standing there naked, both eyes popped open.
"Sasha, what… are you doing?"
"I'm ready now," she whispered with a shy smile.
"Ready for what?" His voice rasp.
"To make love to my husband." She said, again shyly.
He raised up on an elbow, "Why?" he asked again with a rasp.
"Because," she swallowed hard, trying not to lose her courage, "despite the short time I've known you, you've been nothing but kind. You've complimented me, kissed me into heaven, and protected me. You gave me flowers, and no one has ever given me flowers. I cannot help myself, I'm in love with you. And… if I'm honest, I knew it the minute I saw you come home to me today."
She was on her knees now "So—If you still want me, I am ready now!" she said softly.
"You're ready?" He asked with surprise, as he let the words hang in the air.
"Y-yes" Seeing his look of pure surprise she babbled on. "I-I mean, I've missed you so, and feared for you and my brother. When my father died, I wished you were here. And when I saw you, I-I… "
He reached for her again and this time he picked her up in his arms and sat her in his lap, then he kissed her. It was a hot needy kiss, and she answered his unasked question with her own fire.
He laid her down and stared into her eyes. "You will be my woman now?" He asked not taking his eyes from her.
"If you will still have me, yes… " she cried.
"Have you…" he repeated. "I have dreamed of this moment. But you are sure you are ready."
She gave him a shy smile, then reached up to run her fingers through his beautiful black hair. "If you will lead me, for I'm not sure what to do?" she whispered for him alone.
He shook his head, as his smile widened, and his eyes sparkled into hers. "If I'm doing it right, you won't need instructions. I have a feeling you'll know instinctively what to do, my sweet." He told her. "To love is natural and given by the Creator."
In seconds he removed his shirt.
Seeing his bare chest she stared for the longest, then shyly, her hand touched him there. "I know it sounds strange, but I've never touched a man like this. I wanted to touch you that day on the battlefield."
She stared at his chest, beautifully tanned and gleaming as her hand touched him there. Her fingers landed on his nipple and he jerked a little and she chuckled.
He laid beside her now and smiled. He didn't immediately undress. He knew she was an innocent and he wanted this to be so good for her. But his eagerness to have her made him almost tremble as he tried his best to control his feelings. He would be her first and last lover, that he was sure of. For he would never leave her. And he would do anything to please her. The gift she offered was precious and priceless to him.
He leaned over and kissed her, not an ordinary kiss, but one of devotion and love and the consuming fire inside him.
Her submissive kiss told him she was ready, and the need to claim her warred with the fire inside him. The kiss consumed her, as she met him with her own needs surging.
"This feeling is so new to me." She whispered at his ear. "It's like a flame inside me and the closer you get, the more it flames." She whispered. "When I saw you standing there today, all I could think of was that I was so glad you were back. And this crazy ache inside me, when I look at you."
Deliberately he slowed everything down. He would make her his now, but not like a hungry wolf, but with a sweet passion that roared inside him.
The kiss went on and on, and she was breathless when he raised his head and stared into her starry eyes. His lips were soft and always commanding, but she wanted his lead. For this was all new to her. His head dipped to nip at her soft lips, but when her mouth opened, he swept his tongue inside her mouth to caress and dance with hers.
She moaned raggedly as her arms went around his neck.
"I've never been kissed like you kiss." She whispered between kisses. "From the first kiss we shared, things began to change. I knew something was different, I couldn't put it into words. The way you look at me makes me grow warm. It makes me ache inside."
"And I have never tasted anyone so sweet as you, my Sasha." He answered. "I tremble with trying to be gentle with you."
She chuckled now, "I have missed every day you have not kissed me."
His eyes sparkled into hers now. "I have kissed you in my dreams every night."
"You make my heart flutter with your sweet words," she smiled against his soft, warm, mouth. "No one has ever spoke to me like you do."<
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"I can't believe you came to me like this."
"I am not as beautiful as Naomie or others of my tribe." She cried. "I only hope I do not disappoint you."
His brows furrowed, "Who has told you this?" he demanded raising up over her.
"Big Knife told me I was barely a woman." She cried.
"He is an ignorant fool. And knows nothing of what you are. The first time I saw you, I was breathless. You are so small, so delicate, and yet you are everything I desire in a woman. He stroked her cheek now with his fingers. Your face is so beautiful. Your hair is long and shiny. Your lips, oh your lips they mesmerize me." He dipped to kiss her again. "I have hungered for you, many nights. You are perfect, do you not know this?"
"I am glad you like me. But it is hard to believe I am perfect in any way."
He stared into her starry eyes, "Before this night is over, you will know how beautiful you are. And I will remind you all the days of our lives."
Her young beautiful skin glowed against the embers of the fire. He gasp when his eyes beheld her. So untouched and so terribly beautiful. And the fact that she knew nothing of her beauty made her more so. Totally untouched, he could not believe the beauty of this moment between them. Unable to voice his feelings at the moment, he stared wordless.
"I told you I was too small." She looked away.
He crooked a finger under her chin and brought her glance back to his.
"No," his eyes swept over her swiftly. "You are perfect, in every way." He said and kissed her shoulder, going up and down her neck until she had goosebumps all over.
She lay down and waited, as she was lost under his spell. He caressed her with his eyes, and his smile.
"I never dreamed you could be so lovely." He murmured at her ear.
"I have to tell you something," she said in a whisper.
"I am listening," he told her as he nipped her earlobe with his teeth and his hands went up and down her back.
"That first day on the battlefield, when I looked at you. I did look at you. I thought you very handsome. It angered me how my body reacted to you, as I thought myself belonging to another. But I could not deny I looked at you."
"Even then? Even loving Big Knife you looked at me in that way?" he chuckled.
"It was hard not to notice you. You were shirtless, you wore nothing but a breechcloth, and legging mocassins. You had a necklace around your neck, a couple of feathers in your hair, but it did not detract from the beauty of you. Forgive me, but at the time I thought myself a bit shameless for paying attention. That's why I was cross with you that day."
"And what did you think of me when you looked?"
She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped, then stared into his eyes. "I don't think I was thinking anything, because my body reacted. It made me ashamed to look at a stranger that way. It is partly why I snapped at you so."
"Oh, and how did your body react?" he asked with amazed wonder.
"It is hard to explain. Something, deep down inside me squirmed like butterflies. A fluttering of wings inside my belly. I resisted the feelings and was sharp with you, for it had never happened with a man before. I thought myself a bit daft."
"Big Knife was bigger and broader, did he not make you feel this way also?"
She shook her head. "No, you do not yet understand what was between me and him. You see he never did try to make love to me. I often wondered why. But I never looked at him like that. I mean, with his shirt off, only when we were kids and it didn't have any effect then. I thought myself in love with him, but I had no reactions to him, and I don't know why. It angered me that when I saw you, I did have a reaction. But he was the first man to pay much attention to me. And, there was just something about you. To look at you that way, I felt warm all over, and a wetness between my legs that I did not understand. My mother dying young put me at a disadvantage as I could not speak to my father about such things, and I dare not speak to my friends about it either. When you are the daughter of a chief everyone expects you to know everything. I didn't. Especially about this."
"That is a wonderful compliment," he smiled with understanding.
"It is?" she asked rather innocently. "I was ashamed, for there I was telling you about another, and my body was telling me something I didn't understand."
"It is called attraction, and everyone feels it now and then, with some people."
"Attraction, you say. That is a nice word. I could not find a word for it. I thought it naughty."
"No," He took her hands and brough them to his lips, smiling at her. "What you felt was natural. Nothing you do is naughty."
His lips found the curve of her neck and kissed her there, all the way down to her shoulder. His head came up and he smiled, "I want to kiss you now," he told her softly as his eyes glittered into hers.
"But you have been," she snickered.
"Not like that," he told her and bent his head to touch his lips to the hard, little nubs of her breasts. The first touch of his lips to her breasts made her gasp. Her reaction was breathtaking, as he glanced up at her face.
Her eyes closed, her mouth opened just a bit, and there was a sweet surrender on her face.
Black Wolf smiled, it was an honor to be with her like this, to watch the pure innocence of his woman, and the pleasure he could bring her.
Her breast were like hills, perfectly formed, and topped off not with snow, but with a dark pink cap that beckoned his attention. His mouth moved gloriously all over her nipples, supping them, laving them, and pulling them gently between his teeth, one at a time.
She shuddered with a new awareness. A soft moan escaped her. She grabbed her belly "Oh… there they go again the butterflies."
He raised his head, "Does that feel good? Did you enjoy this moment?"
"Well, yes, it does." She blushed. "It creates so many sensations, and such a restlessness inside me, like a stirring."
He smiled and dipped his head to attend to the other breast in the same sweet manner.
She began to squirm beneath him, her body taking over her mind's functions. Her fingers dug into the top of his back now, and her lower body seemed to raise up against him slowly at first, on its own accord. Suddenly, her body was controlling all her reactions. She moved erotically against him, demanding his attention, yet not quite realizing what she was doing, only responding was important now. Her hands threaded through his thick black hair as he moved to be closer to her glorious mouth.
He moved lower, to her belly button, as his hands manipulated her breasts. She reached for his head, but he was busy enticing her to move freely against him. She pulled his hair through her fingers but was distracted at his every touch.
"Have I hurt you," he whispered when she cried out.
"Oh no… no… " she cried. "I don't think you could ever hurt me."
Suddenly his shaft announced itself against her thigh and he quickly shed the rest of his clothes and began moving with her on the blanket.
So enraptured by his touch, his kisses, and his sweet words, she could do nothing but move toward the ecstasy of his love making. She followed his lead, and when he moved further down, she gasp and gave it up to him.
Her fingers dug into his back, her lips caressed his shoulder, and she hung on as sensation after sensation rocked her. She could no longer be still, she kissed first his neck, then his shoulders, then his powerful arms that held her. She reveled in the smoothness of his powerful arms and the muscles that moved beneath the satin of his skin.
Her hips began to raise up and meet his sweet lips.
Then his lips went further down, parting her legs as he examined them first with his eyes, then his hands, then his lips. "You have beautifully formed legs."
"I do," she barely managed. Her voice sounded raspy.
"You do." He smiled against her leg, then suddenly, his nose parted her sweet womanly nest and his lips followed with soft tender licks. She was squirming now, trying to climb him, trying to unite with him. The feelings shootin
g through her body made her dissolve into a liquid pool of wet and warmth. She felt something building inside her but had no idea where it was going, only the rush to meet that feeling halfway.
The mere touch of his soft, wet tongue gently licking at her core had her moaning with such needs.
"Oh…" she cried out. "I never dreamed of such glorious feelings." She sighed with such happiness. Then a wave of wonder erupted inside her as she clung so hard to him and thrust herself at his loving mouth. What he did was like some gift she would never forget. She had to be closer to that warm sweet tongue that made love to her.
"What are you doing?" She whispered with soft utterings. "How can it be so wonderful."
"Want me to stop?" he asked still enjoying the taste of her.
"No-o!" she almost screamed the pleasure he gave her.
He kept kissing her there until the wave of excitement disappeared and she began to relax again.
Her face was crimson, her body still quaking with little sparks of desire.
She was so absorbed by the sensations.
His lips worked their way up her body now, and the same beautiful fluttering had her squirming. The feeling wasn't entirely gone, and she reached for each quaking of her body. She lifted herself to him, offering him everything he desired. She knew in that moment, she was his. She belonged to this man. And only him.
"The Creator will surely strike me dead for enjoying that so much." She cried. "What's happened to me?" she asked innocently.
"No my love," he came up, laying his head on her flat belly, "that was what the Creator designed between a man and a woman. A husband and a wife. That was love. I have your taste, I have your scent, and soon, I will have my fill of you. We have not yet become one, but very soon."
She was breathless and her fingernails still clawed him. She closed her eyes, trying to relive the moment he had given her.
"I have never felt anything so magical in my life," she sighed as she snuggled her face against his neck. Her lips kissing him there.
He kissed her belly, "And one day our child will grow here." He told her softly.
"Oh my love, you entrance me." She whispered.