by Robin Gideon
"Sometimes you look at me with the strangest expression on your face,” she said quietly. “I never know what's going on in that brain of yours."
He passed the pad of his thumb lightly over her lips. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she appeared even more spectral and erotic in the dappled moonlight.
In a whisper that barely reached Blade's ears, she said, “When you touch me, I melt inside. I keep telling myself I shouldn't be so responsive to you. I really do. But it doesn't do any good.” Her eyes opened, and she looked up at him with an expression of helpless passion. “Do me a favor and don't let me know which women in camp you've slept with. I don't want to know who your lovers are—past, present, or future.” And then, so softly that he had to bend to hear her words on the night breeze, she added, “We both know I've got no claim on you, but that doesn't stop me from pretending that I'm your one and only."
Blade kept Samantha from saying any more by slanting his mouth over hers. She slipped her arms around his middle, and as his tongue eased between her lips, he was stricken with the awareness that this voluptuous yellow eyes with golden hair fit perfectly to his body. He pulled her in more tightly, the sensation of her heavy breasts compressing against his chest thrilled his senses like a narcotic flowing straight into his veins to make his head swim.
Her lips parted in invitation. He eased his tongue between their soft fullness, tasting her sweetness. Her tongue greeted his, moving erotically, allowing him to explore more deeply. As he kissed her, his hands slid over soft doeskin until he cupped her ass. He swallowed the sigh she emitted and pulled her in so that she had no choice but to feel how he responded to her.
Without ever stopping his kiss, his hands moved to her hips, eased between the two halves of her dress, then slid inward again. This time his long-fingered hands cupped naked buttocks, and the warmth and smoothness of her skin added the last necessary inducements for his erection to reach maximum size.
Samantha lifted her arms, entwined them around his neck, and turned her face aside to end the kiss. In a whisper, she said, “Now I know why the Northern Comanche don't wear bloomers. It's to make loving convenient for randy warriors like you."
Blade smiled, his hands moving lightly over the twin mounds. “Actually, it's because we haven't much cloth, but that's going to get remedied soon enough.” He moved his hips just enough to rub the swollen length of his erection against her stomach. “But I'll admit there are advantages to you not having bloomers."
Despite the softness of the buckskin breechclout, the size of his erection made wearing any clothing uncomfortable. Scintillating memories tickled his senses of what it had felt like to push through Samantha's resistance for the very first time, feeling the slick, pink lips of her pussy expanding as his hard cock invaded deeper and deeper until at last he was fully embedded and their bodies were intimately joined.
"Advantages that both of us are currently enjoying,” she purred, rolling her head on her shoulders, clearly savoring his caresses.
"Not angry any more?"
"I should be furious with you for letting all those simpering girls fawn all over you,” Samantha replied, tension in the corners of her eyes. “You saved my life, and you taught me what real passion feels like. I know I shouldn't be nasty and jealous, and the day is going to come when I'll have to leave to go back to my world. I just don't want to think about that right now.” She sighed and nibbled thoughtfully on her lower lip for a moment. “So what about what your mother said? How many wives are you going to choose?"
He squeezed her ass with both hands. “How about if I choose just one?"
Samantha flinched, clearly surprised at Blade's hint of matrimony. He flinched, too. He hadn't intended on implying any kind of permanence with her. The differences between them were enormous, and he had the gold mine and the acquisition of land to concentrate on.
He had seen with his own eyes the avaricious greed of the yellow eyes. Treaties and agreements meant nothing when gold was involved. He had been taught by his father and grandfather that the only hope for the Northern Comanche lay in having deeds to land that couldn't be voided in court and gold in the bank that couldn't be stolen. Land and money were the weapons that would protect the tribe, and to that end, Blade couldn't let anything or anyone change his focus.
The sound of young girls giggling drew his attention, and he found himself looking at several teenage girls, each smiling with naughty delight at having caught the tribe's war chief in a compromising position. He instantly took his hands from Samantha and spun to face them.
"You've had your laugh,” he said in his native tongue, unable to keep the smile from his face. “Run along and pester some boys your own age."
With a chorus of giggles, the girls hurried away, chattering busily among themselves.
Turning back to Samantha, he said, “I'd better make an appearance, but it shouldn't take me long. Go back to my tepee and meet me there."
Blade was surprised that, for once, Samantha didn't have a snappy rebuttal to his telling her what to do. He watched her walk away, then looked down and adjusted the front flap of his breechclout so the whole tribe wouldn't know just how enticing he found the golden-haired woman who seemed to be the topic of countless conversations in camp.
* * * *
Samantha's moccasin-shod feet seemed to barely touch the ground as she walked to Blade's tepee. She hadn't given much serious consideration to being Blade's wife. Their differences were monumental. And, being honest with herself, she admitted that while she was beginning to learn quite a bit about Blade and his family, his tribe, and the things that were important to him, he knew almost nothing about her.
As she walked, oblivious to the carnival-like chaos going on all around her, she considered what the ramifications would be if she should take Blade into her world. It only took a moment for Samantha to conclude that her world would be far less willing to admit an outsider into their ranks than his tribe was in making her feel welcome.
Samantha wondered if she could even go back to Twin Crossings, back to the school where she taught, doing her level best to teach children to read and write, always wondering when their parents would pull them out of school so that the youngsters could spend their days working on the farm.
She reached Blade's tepee. The entrance flap was pulled aside, held in place by a slender cord. She loosened the cord and, bending low to enter, let the leather flap fall into place, giving her privacy.
Inside, it was extremely dark, with the only illumination being the moonlight filtering in through the smoke hole at the top of the tepee. There were two beds made of buffalo hides and wool blankets obviously purchased from white traders. She considered which bed to take, feeling utterly without morals because in minutes or maybe even seconds, Blade would return and make love to her.
She slipped out of her moccasins, then pulled the doeskin dress over her head and tossed it aside. Completely naked, Samantha paused a moment, closing her eyes, thinking about Blade. As though moving by magic, her right hand slipped down low, sensitive fingertips trailing lightly over her abdomen and past soft curls before skipping feather-soft over tingling labia. Hazy images of the nights of passion she'd shared with Blade during their ride back to the encampment drifted over the surface of her mind.
"Ohhh,” she sighed aloud, the pad of her middle finger instantly finding her clitoris.
She rolled her head on her shoulders as she pleasured herself, her right hand tantalizing her pussy while she pinched and tugged on her nipples with her left. In her mind's eye she saw Blade, his chest naked and sweaty, the muscles of his pectorals crisply defined, the ripples of hard abdomen muscles practically begging to be traced by her tongue.
Opening her eyes at last, she stopped caressing herself. She once more looked at the two beds and decided the bigger of the two would be Blade's. She considered waiting for him atop the bed, completely naked and ready for his loving, but that was a bit too bold for her. Instead, she slipped beneath the light
blanket, her eyes on the low entrance to the tepee as she waited for the man who had taught her just what ecstasy a woman's body was capable of experiencing.
When Blade stepped into his tepee a moment later, whatever insecurities Samantha harbored vanished. Despite all the beautiful, young, slender squaws he had his choice of later, he wanted her now and with a sensual greediness that made her pussy tingle.
"I got here as quickly as I could,” he explained, standing near the center of the tepee. He pulled his ornate buckskin war shirt over his head, and when she saw his naked torso, the breath caught in her throat. Not until she had met Blade had she ever really considered a man's body to be arousing to look at.
Dressed only in his long breechclout and moccasins, all dark-skinned perfection and lean-muscled beauty, he appeared wild, untamed, uncivilized—a man at the absolute pinnacle of masculine splendor. When he kicked out of his moccasins, then unknotted the braided leather sash so that his breechclout fell away, exposing a half-formed arousal, she moaned low in her throat.
He started to get down on the buffalo hide bed with her, but she quickly put a hand up to stop him. “Wait. Just ... just stand there a moment,” she said, her voice hushed with the lustful tension that gripped her soul. “I want to look at you."
The right side of his mouth quirked upward in a smile. Completely naked and supremely confident, he stood up straight and put his hands on his hips. Rolling so that she was on her back beneath the light blanket, Samantha raised her knees a little, then touched her pussy intimately. Her lashes batted against her cheeks briefly before she forced her eyes open wide.
"You're so beautiful,” she whispered. “Can I ask a favor of you?"
His brows rose. “Why not?"
"Would you touch yourself?"
Samantha heard the request and knew she was the one who had spoken it, yet the words seemed utterly foreign to her. Samantha Merchison simply wasn't the type of woman who asked such things of men. That's what she tried to tell herself, anyway.
Blade took his cock in his hand and moved his fist back and forth. Within seconds, his arousal grew to its full, formidable length. As he stroked himself into a state of iron-hard rigidity, Samantha eased a single finger between the moist, tingling lips of her pussy.
"How is it,” she asked, her voice quavering slightly as her senses rapidly heated, “that whenever I'm with you, I find myself wanting to do the wickedest things?"
Blade shrugged. As he brought his fist back and forth, the muscles in his chest rippled and slid beneath the bronzed skin. She felt an overpowering urge to suck on his nipples and taste the tang of fresh perspiration on his skin.
A drop of fluid formed at the tip of his cock, the nectar glistening like a precious pearl in the moonlight. Her labia swelled in anticipation. Her middle finger eased between well-lubricated folds, gliding smoothly over her erect clitoris.
"Let me see your...” Samantha's words faltered until she decided on “...it.” Samantha's tone suggested she would beg, if necessary, to have her wishes fulfilled.
Blade released his cock. Its great length stood out from his body, angling slightly upward, the head and shaft enormously swollen with desire. Her pupils dilated at the vision of virile, masculine perfection. His erection appeared overtly dangerous, yet its attraction was undeniable. As she stared at his cock, her right hand beat faster between spread thighs, pumping a single finger into her pussy.
When he spoke, his deep voice was like a caress to her senses. “Get rid of the blanket,” he said, his hands at his hips, his enormous shaft jutting out prominently. “I want to watch you, too."
"I feel so naughty when I'm with you,” Samantha replied without any censure.
She tossed the blanket aside, spread her knees even wider apart, and began using the fingertips of her left hand on her clitoris as she pumped a single finger from her right hand between the delicate, pink lips of her pussy.
"Come for me, Samantha. Show me how you pleasure yourself."
She felt the slow tightening within herself, the first tingling warning that an orgasm was approaching. Her eyes grew unfocused with desire, her breasts quivering as she used both hands on her pussy.
"Talk to me,” she whispered, the strain of a fierce climax rapidly approaching. “Your voice ... it excites me.” She slipped a second finger into her pussy. “You make me wicked."
In a tone that was calm but authoritative, Blade said, “Come for me, Samantha. Come ... now."
On cue, as though the word now had magical qualities, she climaxed, her hands moving feverishly. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out as powerful spasms shook her curvaceous body.
When the last of the convulsions shuddered through her, her hands fell from her pussy, her naked body now in an unladylike, languorous sprawl atop buffalo hides. Though her eyes were closed, she could feel Blade's heated gaze visually caressing her.
"How do you get me to do whatever you want?” she asked softly as her breathing slowly returned to normal. “I have no doubt that if you told me to jump to the moon, I'd do just that."
She shivered a little as he moved so that he stood between her ankles. Very slowly, he got down onto his knees, then, leaning forward, placed his hands on the buffalo hides near her shoulders.
"Guide me,” he commanded.
Samantha's hands were trembling as she reached for his erection and, as directed, brought the head of his cock to her still-tingling, moist entrance.
Looking up into his eyes, she whispered, “I'm yours. Do with me what you will."
She uttered a short, sharp cry of ecstasy when the unyielding cock forced her tender body to expand. Samantha pulled at Blade, wanting to feel the full weight of his powerful body pressing down against her, compressing the mounds of her breasts as his lean hips pumped with smooth precision.
When he slanted his mouth over hers, and with his cock buried full-length inside the heated confines of her pussy, she knew her next orgasm would be upon her soon and powerful enough to shatter the illusions of a school teacher's sense of propriety.
A soft gasp of surprise drew Samantha from her private, erotic world and back to reality. With Blade still between her thighs and pumping hard into her, she saw that Moon had stepped into the tepee.
"Blade, stop,” Samantha gasped, pushing at his shoulders.
She was utterly mortified at having been caught making love, and nearly speechless with fury at Moon's uninvited entrance into the tepee.
Blade ceased the movement of his hips and turned his upper body to look at Moon. To Samantha's growing horror, he didn't seem particularly surprised that the young widow had simply walked into his tent.
"I'm busy, Moon,” he said, then turned his attention back Samantha.
"Aren't you going to do something? Tell her she's got to leave?” Samantha tried to push Blade off of her, but he was far too heavy for her to accomplish anything of significance. “Blade, aren't you going to do anything?"
His eyes were alight with amusement when he looked down at her. “Yes, I'm going to make love to you."
"But we're not alone.” She spoke the final words slowly, as though he was somehow oblivious to the obvious.
Blade kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose. “She is my older brother's widow. As such, it is my responsibility to see that she has a tepee to live in, food to eat, and hides to make clothes. She lives here, Samantha."
What had been fury dissolved into abject embarrassment for Samantha. She watched as Moon, her face pale and her expression one of unutterable sadness, walked to the opposite side of the tepee, removed her dress, then crawled naked between the blankets.
Blade began moving again, withdrawing his cock to the tip before plunging back into Samantha's welcoming embrace, his torso making a light slapping sound when he'd reached full insertion. She pushed at his chest—to no avail. When she looked past the glowing embers of the small fire, she saw that Moon had kicked the blankets aside and was lying on her back with her knees up, one hand betwee
n her slender thighs while the other caressed her breasts. Samantha's gaze met Moon's and held, neither woman saying a word, yet both communicating much.
Blade's tongue made a slow circumference of her ear and brought Samantha's attention back to where it was most needed. When she turned her face toward his, he kissed her softly, tenderly, nibbling at her lower lip with his teeth as his torso pumped slowly and steadily.
It seemed impossible to Samantha that she should be making love while a woman she had just met was watching her—and masturbating. Such a reality was unfathomable ... but as she danced her tongue against Blade's, and felt the long, slick slide of his cock against her clitoris, she had to admit having Moon in the tepee, watching as they made love, heightened Samantha's excitement.
When Blade lifted his upper body, then quickly threw her legs up onto his shoulders, the orgasm she had been anticipating arrived with teeth-rattling energy.
"Oh, yesss,” she purred as her body twitched through the orgasmic contractions.
Doubled nearly in half, she felt every steel inch of his cock as it sliced deep into her. As the dizziness of her orgasm passed, she blinked her eyes and found herself looking up at her lover's face, dark and handsome and showing the strain of his sexual labors. And, jarringly, she saw her own bare feet on each side of his head, her feet twitching a little as she rocked under the impact of his increasingly jarring thrusts.
She turned her head to the side and saw that Moon was still staring straight at her, a hand pumping quickly between girlishly slender thighs. To watch Moon pleasuring herself and to feel Blade's incredible cock filling her at the same time, was a voyeuristic and exhibitionistic thrill Samantha could not logically comprehend. Yet another orgasm approached when she heard the change in Blade's breathing. He would not last much longer.
For a split-second in time, Samantha thought of reminding her lover that he mustn't climax inside her. But then, for a reason she could not rationally define, she kept the words to herself. The fear of pregnancy being rendered mute by an emotion that lurked undefined in the shadows of her consciousness.