White Wind

by Susan Edwards

Gently, his lips moved teasingly over hers. His tongue stroked and caressed her quivering lips. Slipping between her soft warm flesh, he found his way barred, as before, by small pearly teeth.

  Sarah sighed as Golden Eagle lightly nipped her lower lip, drawing it fully into his mouth to savor the soft silkiness. She reveled in his tongue along the inside of her lip, exploring, teasing.

  “Open your mouth to me, let me taste the sweetness within,” Golden Eagle commanded hoarsely.

  Sarah’s lips parted, and a ragged sigh escaped. Memory of another kiss in the moonlight guided her. Her mind relived the velvet softness of his kiss. A stab of hunger swept through her as his tongue thrust past her parted lips.

  His tongue stroked hers, encouraging her to respond by touching and retreating. Soon her body recognized the ancient rhythm and responded.

  Her arms rose to encircle Golden Eagle’s glistening neck and her fingers tangled in his hair. She needed to touch him, to taste him as he tasted her. Her tongue came to life as she shyly stroked and mingled with his, lightly touching him, marveling at his rough texture.

  When he retreated, she boldly followed, driven by instinct. She pushed her questing tongue past his and drank greedily until he moved to claim her again. With each giving and taking, sampling and tasting, the magical kiss seemed to go on forever.

  Gentle kisses rained over her flushed face, her throat, allowing Sarah to take a deep breath of crisp sweet air. Her hands moved to explore the whipcord muscles in Golden Eagle’s back and shoulders as her lips melded with his.

  Slowly Golden Eagle let his fingers trail down her body, brushing against the outer swell of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. He boldly moved his hand to begin an arousing exploration of her full soft flesh.

  Sarah gasped. She moaned. Her breasts swelled, the nipples hardening to tight nubs beneath his hand. The gentle massaging sent quivers of need racing to the junction of her thighs. More. She needed more. Thrusting upward, she moaned, begging for his touch, needing his hands upon her.

  Golden Eagle drew a ragged breath and fumbled with the foreign cloth preventing him from feeling and seeing her warm satiny flesh. “I want to see you. All of you,” he whispered, his voice deep and husky. Rising above her, he impatiently took her dress in hand and tore the fabric neck to waist.

  Encountering another layer of hindering cloth, he disposed of it the same way as he gazed into eyes so dark a blue, he felt he would surely drown in their bewitching depths.

  He clutched Sarah to his chest as he rolled over, bringing her to lie on top. Softly, Golden Eagle said, “Kiss me.”

  Surprised by the quick change of positions, Sarah found herself staring deep into his hot compelling eyes. Bracing her hands beside his head, she lowered her head as she nibbled and teased the swollen fullness of his lips until they opened with a groan of suppressed desire. His breathing became erratic, his body tense beneath hers.

  Never had she felt so lost in a sea of unfamiliar emotions. Trailing warm sweet kisses along his hard jaw, she found the softness between his neck and shoulder and inhaled his male scent.

  She was vaguely aware of the rushing of cool air over her heated flesh as Golden Eagle ran his fingers up her sides and slipped his fingers beneath her ripped bodice. His calloused palms explored her smooth bare back, tracing the hollow of her spine down to where it gently sloped to meet her buttocks.

  Pushing Sarah to a sitting position, Golden Eagle slipped the shredded material down her arms and past her narrow waist, baring her for his eyes.

  Her hair hung in pale streaks framing her naked breasts. With her head thrown back, she looked like a pale spirit bathed in the pool of moonlight that filtered in.

  Reaching up, he cupped one full breast. Watching her eyes close, he cupped the other and gently fondled them both.

  Slipping a hand behind her head, Golden Eagle pulled her back to him. “You are beautiful, Sarah. You are mine. Forever mine.”

  Resting her palms on his broad shoulders, Sarah gave a small cry when Golden Eagle latched his mouth on to one rosy tip. His tongue and mouth worked their magic around the sensitive round bud.

  Pulling her down against him, Golden Eagle reclaimed her lips as he again switched their positions. Trailing his mouth downward, he gave her other pink bud his undivided attention as he tasted and teased the erect nipple.

  His hand skimmed down her side, past her arching hips, to come to rest on her silken belly. Over the firm sloping planes he splayed his hand, savoring the smooth expanse of quivering flesh. Slowly he inched his way lower, pushing down her hindering drawers and what was left of her dress, leaving nothing in the way of his loving gaze.

  Gasping and moaning, Sarah clutched desperately at Golden Eagle’s shoulders. With each gentle tug of his lips upon her breast, a hard core of tension built deep within her. It started in her belly, an ache that grew, extending in all directions, before settling between her legs, throbbing with need, begging for release. As his hand slipped lower, the feeling intensified, growing stronger, threatening to engulf her.

  Reclaiming her lips, Golden Eagle continued his venture downward, finding and resting the palm of his hand on top of her blond mound.

  Sarah threw her head back, and clutched frantically at the soft furs beneath her. She felt the thundering of his heart pounding against her breast, his breath mingled with hers, his harsh moans in harmony with her soft passionate cries as her fingers moved across his smooth sweat-slicked flesh.

  Sarah jerked and tensed as Golden Eagle slipped his fingers through her soft downy mat of hair and touched the very core of her desire. The magic of his touch overrode her inhibitions as the muscles of her thighs and belly flexed rhythmically.

  Golden Eagle stroked on, while her hips, restless, seeking, rose and fell to his slow rhythm as he brought her to the brink of release.

  Sarah pleaded for an end to this exquisite torture, her hips lifting in sensuous invitation.

  Suddenly the magic touch of his hand vanished. Her eyes opened in pained confusion. Golden Eagle stood above her. With a quick motion, he threw his breechclout to one side.

  Her eyes widened at her first glimpse of a naked male body in all its glory. In the pool of faint light, he looked every bit the proud, invincible warrior.

  Sarah’s cheeks flamed as she stared at him. Excitement mingled with fear because now there was no turning back. She closed her eyes, afraid of his largeness, afraid of the pain she suspected he would bring.

  Golden Eagle knelt and stroked the soft silkiness of her inner thighs before leaning forward to caress her heaving breasts. Once again his hand found her moist center, and her hips jerked off the ground as he found her woman’s cave with a long finger.

  Frightened of the strange wild feelings spreading through her body, Sarah cried out at this new invasion, panic momentarily overcoming desire. She tried to block his hands, clamping her thighs tightly together.

  He whispered words, willing her to relax, and his hand stilled, giving her body the time she needed to adjust to his intimate caresses.

  Stroking and caressing, Golden Eagle grimaced as his body throbbed and pulsed, begging for release. But he waited until her passion-racked body cried out for him, her legs thrashing wildly as his fingers explored her moist center.

  Moving over her, he begged, “Open for me, Sarah. Let me come into you.”

  His knee nudged her legs apart, and Sarah instinctively bent her knees and opened her legs wide. Golden Eagle rubbed against her arching moistness. Poised and ready, he held her tenderly. Covering her mouth with his to silence her cry of pain, he entered her quickly, his heated flesh searing the guard to her womanhood as he buried his shaft deep within her.

  The burning pain, completely unexpected after the unbelievable ecstasy, brought a cry from her lips. Tears of betrayal trickled down her face as she fought against the pain.

  Licking and kissing her tears away, Golden Eagle remained still, waiting for her to adjust to his fullness buried deep
within her body. “It could not be helped, my sweet one. The first time is always this way. Lie still, the pain will soon fade,” he said soothingly.

  Lying still as commanded, Sarah gave Golden Eagle a reproachful look as she willed herself to relax. She found to her surprise that the pain had indeed subsided. Gasping when he moved, she braced herself for more pain, but he had spoken the truth. There was none.

  The aching need built quickly. It wound its way from where they were joined to the tips of her wildly raking fingers.

  Her legs held him to her as she let her body match his in rhythm. Faster and higher they soared. With each deep thrust she felt an overwhelming tenseness seize her, and knew any minute she would surely burst into a million pieces.

  “Open your eyes to me, little one. Let me watch you climb the mountain of pleasure.” Sarah held tight, drowning in passions as old as the sea until she spiraled out of control. With a muffled cry, she seized Golden Eagle, her lifeline, as waves of spasms spun her into a world of exploding bright stars.

  Golden Eagle swallowed her cry of ecstasy as she tensed around him. He threw back his head, and his cry echoed as his body gave one final shuddering thrust to spill seed deep within her receptive body.

  Hoarse, ragged sighs of satisfaction filled the tipi and they lay in silence, arms and legs intertwined.

  After a while Golden Eagle raised himself up onto his elbows, relieving her of his heavy weight. Pushing damp tendrils of hair from her face, he planted a gentle kiss on her trembling lips.

  Looking into eyes black as the night, Sarah raised a shaky hand to caress his lean brown cheek. “I never knew it would be like this. So wonderful. So powerful. Is it always this way?” she asked, her voice full of wonder.

  Smiling tenderly, his eyes shining with amusement, Golden Eagle’s lips twitched as he lazily traced circles around one breast. “Only with us. We were meant to come together. It shall always be a magnificent gift we give to one another. There is a mighty force that comes alive between us. One that neither of us can deny any longer. I promise you, there will be no more pain. Only shared pleasure.”

  Golden Eagle gathered Sarah close and closed her eyes with a gentle kiss. “Let us sleep now. Tomorrow marks your first day and you will need to be rested.” Soon her breathing calmed and grew heavy and even.

  Golden Eagle rose up on one elbow as Sarah rolled onto her side. He watched her sleep for a long while. Lying back down, he turned slightly and drew her closer, pillowing her head on his shoulder. She was his now. No longer could she deny this attraction. This was where she belonged. She would see this too.

  Appeased at having spewed his seed within her, Golden Eagle closed his eyes, content and ready to sleep.

  His eyes opened suddenly as a thought came to mind. Not a bad idea, he mused. One that could work, if the Great Spirit was willing.

  And on that secret thought, he slept, arms cradled protectively around Sarah.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dawning of the new day found the village buzzing with activity. The sky was overcast, thick gray clouds gathered overhead and the promise of rain drifted on the breeze. Meals were hastily consumed inside amid much discussion as daily tasks were assigned. Each individual, no matter the age, would be allotted duties.

  Five young braves under the supervision of three aging warriors gathered by the stream for instruction before they left to go hunting. The elders would teach the boys how to use larger bows, arrows and spears. The aging men enjoyed the task. It made them feel useful and it was a source of fun and learning for the boys.

  Fathers and brothers rode out to hunt fresh meat, scout for nearby enemies or search for saplings for new arrows.

  A group of seasoned warriors gathered to ready themselves for their given task. They were to search for herds of buffalo.

  They would then report to the council the locations, numbers and conditions of the great shaggy beasts. The meat from the buffalo provided the bulk of their winter food, warm furs and other needs. It would take most of the summer and fall days to gather and prepare what would be needed to sustain them through the harsh winter months.

  Hawk Eyes had also decided that they should pay a visit to the village of Chief White Cloud, delivering many fine gifts of furs and horses to the father of Wild-Flower.

  Inside his tipi, Golden Eagle dressed and readied himself to join the others. He wore his plain, everyday moccasins and breechclout and packed formal wear for the celebrating that would be held in his honor.

  It was time for him to leave. Past time. He squatted down on powerful haunches beside the sleeping girl and leaned forward to tenderly push a stray lock of blond hair from Sarah’s face. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, that he fought the urge to lay beside her and take her back into his arms.

  He debated whether he should wake her to let her know he was leaving. There had been no time the night before for him to inform her. As much as he wanted to wake her, he decided to let her sleep. He knew she was exhausted. The strain of all she’d been through had finally taken its toll. The rest would do her good, he finally decided.

  Watching for precious moments, he knew without doubt he was falling in love with this spirited girl who’d been a part of his memories for so long. Swiftly and without mercy, she was piercing his heart Shaking his head at the predicament he found himself in, Golden Eagle rose with dignity.

  Deep in thought, he silently let himself out, filling his lungs with crisp morning air.

  Striding purposely to his parents’ tipi, he entered and called to Seeing Eyes. He leaned forward to speak quickly. Seeing Eyes gave a nod of agreement.

  Pleased with his mother’s response, he joined the waiting warriors, ignoring their teasing comments as to why he was the last to arrive. Their grins held a touch of envy. With thundering hooves, they headed into the thick woods that hid their tribe from enemies.

  Sarah woke a long time later to laughter, excited yells of children and barking dogs. Slowly she opened heavy lids. It took a few moments for her to remember where she was and why. Turning slightly, she saw she was alone.

  Scattered bits and pieces of the night before flashed before her. The campfire, her nightmare and the tenderness of Golden Eagle comforting her. Another dream. One so real, so passionate. Perplexed, she drew her fair brows together. Surely that had been a dream. Hadn’t it? They didn’t… Did they?

  Sarah sat, the thick fur fell and cool air brushed against her naked breasts. Her skin flushed pink. Last night had not been a dream. It came back to her clearly. She tried to stand, but fell back against the warm bedding with a soft moan.

  The stiffness and soreness she felt between her legs was all the proof she needed of Golden Eagle’s lovemaking the night before.

  She massaged her aching temples with the tips of her fingers, and scenes from last night replayed in her mind. The feelings and responses this warrior evoked in her didn’t bear thinking about. He didn’t even have to touch her to start her pulse racing.

  Sarah stared into space, determined to close her mind to the ecstasy she had experienced and longed to experience again.

  How could she have given herself to him so completely? She silently berated herself. Brooding in her confusion, she could feel her anger rising. With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes in shame as honesty won. It would be so easy to blame Golden Eagle. But it wouldn’t be right to do so. She had given herself to him willingly, had even begged him to love her, to take her on that wondrous ride.

  “How can I face him after last night?” Sarah groaned and buried her head in her hands. “I can’t. I’ll die of humiliation,” she cried out loud. She lifted her head, took a deep breath and pushed aside the covers. She needed to get up and dress before he returned. To be naked in the dark was one thing. To be caught unclothed in full daylight was an entirely different matter.

  Standing, Sarah looked for her clothing, wondering where Golden Eagle had gone. Surely he wouldn’t just leave her alone. She didn’t know where to go or what
was expected of her. Shaking her head at her conflicting emotions, she muttered to herself, “Sarah, get a hold of yourself! Make up your mind. Either you want to see him or you don’t!”

  She heard a sound outside. Thinking it might be Golden Eagle, Sarah grabbed the covers and covered herself quickly, looking around for a place to hide. She couldn’t face him yet. As there was no place to go, she stood facing the door as the flap was shoved aside.

  “So, you wake. Good morning, child. You need bath and food.” The owner of the softly spoken words entered the tipi. “I am Seeing Eyes. Golden Eagle my son. He ask I come, take care of you while he away.” She explained, talking slowly, as if spending much time choosing and forming her words.

  Sarah recognized Golden Eagle’s mother. They had not been introduced or spoken to each other last night, but she had noticed the gracefully aging woman sitting quietly in the chief’s tipi. As she had last night, Sarah wondered how it was that so many of Golden Eagle’s people spoke English. She would ask Golden Eagle when she saw him. Then his mother’s words sank in. Golden Eagle was away?

  Meeting the older woman’s gaze, Sarah felt the fur slip. Snatching it to her chin, she covered her flushed skin as she looked away from those knowing eyes. “You said Golden Eagle is away. Where did he go?”

  Clucking her tongue in motherly fashion, Seeing Eyes crossed to the embarrassed Sarah. “My son go to search for herds of buffalo. He be gone many moons. White girl not to worry. You safe with us.”

  Setting a bowl of steaming water at her feet, she handed Sarah a small scrap of softened leather and turned away. “I leave. Bathe now. I return with…” Seeing Eyes stopped to think a moment and grabbed a handful of her deerskin skirt. “Dress,” she finished, a wide grin on her face. She was proud of her English. It had been a while since she’d last spoken the white man’s tongue.

  Sarah watched Seeing Eyes step out, her heavily accented words registering. “Wait,” she called out. “I have clothes. You don’t need to bring…” She stopped in midsentence as Golden Eagle’s mother turned and shook her head.