Stay With Me

by Rita Hestand

  She licked her lips, then strained closer to him as he bent his head to kiss her. The kiss was inviting much more. Elan was still nursing but their passion grew for each other.

  "God knows I want you so." He whispered between kisses.

  She moaned softly at his ear, "I too feel the senses. I wish you were my husband right now," she cried. "I wish so much to be with you."

  He kissed her and the blanket moved down past her waist as she strained to be closer to him. She did not hide from him now. Elan supped on her breasts and made smacking noises. Clay smiled against her lips.

  When the baby finished and went to sleep, Clay got up and spread the blanket for him and she laid him down.

  He turned then and saw her, standing there so close, with nothing on, and her hair hanging over her shoulders and back. He stared at her; his eye gleaming with pride that she was not afraid to let him look at her, all of her.

  Then she turned away and whispered, "I am shameless for loving you so. I ache for your touches, your kisses." She murmured. When he didn't say anything, she came closer, and her arms went over his chest, pushing his shirt away so she could lay her head there. Her body fusing against him. "I want you my love, all of you. I cannot stop the love that grows when you look at me so."

  "There is nothing shameful about you. I love you Willa, and as God is my witness, you are my wife even now, without a preacher. He knows our love."

  "I swear by your God, that I will never love another, I ask forgiveness for wanting you so. For needing your arms around me, your kisses on my lips, and your hands on my body. But I do need you. You killed a man for me, to save me, and I am yours now forever. As is Elan. I can no longer hide my feelings for you. To have to kill for me and not regret. I need your nearness now."

  "There is nothing to forgive. We have declared our love for one another. We have said these things in front of God Almighty. We are man and wife now, as sure as any preacher proclaiming it."

  "Oh, my love," she cried, her hands running over him freely now, her lips kissing his chest. As she reached to wrap her arms around his neck, her breast splayed over his chest and he moaned. "Then take me now and make me yours, as life is short and there is no promise of tomorrow." She said softly, staring into his eyes. "I am yours."

  "You are sure you want this now?"

  "I have wanted it so for days now. I have ached for your touch and kisses. I bear my soul and my body to you. I give myself to you, do you not want me?"

  "What a gift you give me, sweetheart." He said softly and brought her against him. "Of course, I want you, now and forever. God must understand, as he created love himself."

  She reached to take his shirt off of him and he chucked it across the floor of the cave. She undid his pants and he chucked his boots off so he could take them off too.

  When they were both naked, he lay her on the soft earth and smothered her with kisses. "I have loved you from almost the first day I set eyes upon you." She murmured against his lips. "I thought you the most beautiful white man I had ever seen with your long red hair.

  "I have waited so long for you to come along. I thought you'd never get here." He smothered her sweet lips once more with hot kisses.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him have his leave, as his hand went to her firm butt and brought her up against him. She sighed.

  His hands went up and down her body, caressing her tenderly. "You are so lovely." He said in her ear.

  He kissed her face, her eyelids, her nose, her cheek, and chin, then back to the lips that waited for his return.

  Then his lips ran rampant down her neck, slowly, moving his hands through her long hair as he pushed it behind her shoulders. He held her in his arms and her hair flowed over his arms and down on the ground like a black cloud of silk. He ran his hands through her hair and sighed. "You have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen on a woman."

  "I love your red hair too. It shines so like fire in the sunlight, I like that you are a clean man. I have smelled the scent of you, and it is clean and manly. I have tasted your kisses and still I hunger for more." She cried. "Your touches set me on fire, and I am consumed with it. I want to be with you now, to become one as you say with you."

  "It is right between us Willa and it always will be." He told her softly, as his lips drifted down over a round shoulder. "The wedding is merely a ceremony, we come together here, as man and wife. We will be one soon, my sweet Willa."

  She took a deep breath, lifting her breast for his next kiss. He looked at her there, "You, have perfect breasts. Round and yet pouting. The dusty rose of your nipples call to me when I watch you bathe. I can almost taste them."

  She smiled against his lips. "I could almost feel your lips on them each time I saw you looking. I wanted you to come to me, so badly so many times. I am shameless for your love." She cried a look of hunger in her eyes. "I knew you watched and that you came every day just to watch. It made me proud that you wanted me so badly. I could feel that want."

  "May I kiss you there, sweetheart," he asked.

  "It would please me greatly. I so hunger for the touch of your lips on my breasts." She smiled up at him. "I have dreamed of the moment we could touch like this. Do I shame myself in front of you?"

  He laid her down, looking at her body from head to toe.

  He moved down on her. so he was level with her plump sweet breasts that beckoned him so. "There is nothing shameful about loving someone. My eyes have touched you many times. And now your nipples invite me to suckle like Elan." He smiled at her. "God knew what he was doing to make such a woman."

  "I invite you to have your fill. To please you is my desire. And I will do anything you wish me to. For your pleasure is mine."

  "Just looking at you this way, pleases me. Being close, able to touch, taste and smell the scent of you." His eyes glittered into hers.

  Slowly, he bent his head and covered one sweet breast with his soft warm lips. He was so gentle, his lips caressed her there, over and over, until they were raw, but she did not whimper, only moaned her pleasure. He suckled and kissed and as he did, he fondled the other that became instantly erect from his touches. Her nipples stood out as though beckoning him. She moaned softly at his ear as he pleasured her.

  "Your lips warm me." She smiled, as her hands played with his hair.

  "I must ask, will the milk flow if it kiss you there?"

  "They should not, as I usually feel Elan's need of milk and only then do they drip. The way you kiss me there, is gentle and teasing, it should not flow."

  "Good, I had to ask."

  For a long time, he kissed and loved upon them, then he went lower, to her flat belly where his tongue explored her navel and tickled her, she giggled and enjoyed his exploration of her.

  "Did your husband love you like this?" he asked.

  "No," her eyes found his. "He took me, but he didn't make love to me. At first, I wanted him to make love with me, to assure me that I married well. But he never did. He took from me what I could give him. That is all. When an Indian takes many wives, he doesn't always make love, he would take what was offered and gives no pleasure. For it is his selfish pleasure he desires. Not all Indians are that way, but young, and handsome warriors are. They feed upon their needs first."

  To her surprise Clay went lower then and looked at the dark hair that hid the sweet temptations of life and he smiled. "Thank you, God, for giving me such a lovely woman." He prayed. "I will treasure her all my days."

  He reached to move her lovely legs apart, examining them, his hands going up and down them, then kissing them. Then he moved further down so he could examine the sweet secrets between her legs. His fingers parted her soft tender lips there, and he opened her to look upon the loveliness of womanhood. He could feel the heat from her body, and she was wet with needs. "You are beautiful here too, so warm and wet for me. You invite me to explore you."

  "I am yours; you may do whatever pleases you." She murmured softly as her breathing became e
rratic when his head dipped to kiss her there. It was like no kiss she'd ever received. For no man had given her such a thorough loving as this.

  "Oh… " She murmured. "I never dreamed it could feel so good."

  Her warrior husband had taken what gratified him and left her wanting more, but not this man, this man wanted her in every way, and he sought to please her, more than himself.

  But Clay was not unfeeling, she had known that instinctively. Clay meant to make love to all of her and to please her beyond her wildest dreams. She knew there coming together would be unforgettable, but she never dreamed of being loved so completely. She never dreamed of a lover who could turn her insides into an inferno. Who made her wet and hot and miserable without his touches? She craved him now, her hands clawing at his shoulders, pulling his hair, and moving her hips to greet his warm and loving lips. She could not get enough of this special touching. She needed him, needed those kisses. She urged him on as her eager hips met his loving mouth over and over, he tasted her, kissed her, his hot tongue scorching her with white hot desire.

  When he touched the sweet core of her, she almost yelled the pleasure it gave her. "It is so beautiful, this coming together," She murmured. "I might die from the pleasure you give me."

  She moved herself to be closer to his mouth, suddenly hungering for the tempting hot tongue that scorched her insides with needs and wants. She clawed him and moved in the most erotic ways to tempt and tease him. As his lips melted against her, his hands were busy making love to her sweet firm butt. She moaned aloud, trashing about with such needs she felt any moment she might explode from the pleasure he gave.

  When he looked at the flush on her face, and the look in her eyes, he groaned. how could she have seduced him with the look in her eyes? He'd never seen a more beautiful woman in the throes of passion before, it set him on fire. But the pleasure he gave her spread over her face making her beam, she threw her head back, her body forward offering him all he wanted. The look of love in her eyes seduced him. The need became too strong, he thrust himself inside her now, and she gloried in their coming together. Passion too long denied, had them thrashing about wildly to be ever closer. He thrust himself as deeply as he could, and she sighed with such a contentment. She grabbed him closer, melding her body with his, moving her muscles to invite him inside her. The deeper he went the more pleasure he gave her.

  His shaft was big and warm, and filled her such satisfaction, she invited him between her legs entwined with his, her hips meeting every thrust with such an eagerness that they were both sweating and panting for more.

  He rode her for long lust filled moments, his hands reaching up to caress her beautiful pouting breasts, and they both reached for the most erotic climax either had ever experienced. The scent of sex permeated the air, filling them with desire, needs and total satisfaction. She was a tigress, moving herself to pleasure him too, to make him want her even more. Her breast shook with the pulsing throb of his shaft going deeper, thrusting harder to be closer. Her dusty nipples stood at attention for him as he looked up at her, his hand going to one plump ripe breasts as his other hand held the sweet round butt that drove him mad with needs. Her soft guttural moans encouraged him. He rubbed his roughhewn hands over her silky body, that was unmarred and smooth to the touch. A light sweat peppered her body, a sensual feel to his fingertips. He heard her breathing become like a soft drum and the building to the climax made them ache for the moment of contentment. Finally, they climaxed together, washing over them like a high tide at sea, satiating their hunger for each other. They both moaned the beauty of the moment. Lust and love battled for power as they tried to hang on to the climax for long lingering moments, by kissing and touching each other. Quakes of the climax soared through them, sparking lustful reactions.

  Then they lay spent, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing and touching each other over and over sighing with such unbridled contentment.

  As she lay her head on his chest, her hands wandered over him there, lingering at his tight-fisted nipples. He moaned as her lips sought the hard nubs, her tongue wandering with pure pleasure over him, her hand going to his shaft as her tongue flicked over his nipples first one then the other.

  He held her by her butt, massaging her there as she explored him. The feel of her supple skin, so round, so perfect, drove him to renewed desire. He never wanted a woman like this before. It was a wild coming together and he gloried in the way she used her body to tempt him to continue. To kiss her enflamed him, to touch her sent his shaft to another erectness.

  "Your hands stir the fire inside me. Even after the flame has gone down. Urging me on to touch, to kiss, to have you once more. Can I ever get enough of you?" He cried, her tempting body wet with sweat, her eyes still wild with pleasure unspoken. Her breathing barely returning to normal.

  "You send me over the edge. I want to claw your back, kiss your butt, and climb all over you until we reach that moment once more." She cried, as his lips took her into another world. The silent world of kisses.

  The sweet tide of hunger still riddled their love tuned bodies. Touches ignited sparks between them once more. His shaft reacted to her soft touches and kisses. Lust lingered in the air, as their love spurred them. "God, I love the way you touch me, sweetheart. I never dreamed loving you could be so wild, so exciting, so tempting."

  "You have created a wild lover in me. Once will never be enough. The scent of our sex drives me crazy. Your eyes burning into me when you look at me, makes me hot and wet. I have never lusted for a man, until now. I will always want you, my love. What you have done, is awakened me. You have set me free to make love where only dreams go."

  He chuckled, "My body will welcome you anytime."

  Then she went down to meet his shaft with her hot tongue that went over him in a heated rush. He groaned from the exquisite feel of her mouth on him there. He laid back and relaxed, letting her take what was hers. His hand reached for her beautiful hair, splaying it against his fingers.

  He was of good size and had filled her body with his manhood. She knew now no other man would fit her or be able to please her but him. Now she honored him with her mouth kissing and tasting and loving him there. He held her tight as she pumped him slowly, allowing him every freedom as her tongue made love to him. She was glorious, as her mouth seduced him, building another orgasm. Her lips moved up and down erotically stirring him to a passion once more.

  When he climaxed, she took him in, and smiled as he gripped her tightly enjoying the moment, she gave him.

  Moments later they lay entwined in each other's arms, both knowing what heaven must feel like, what God gave man and woman so freely. Knowing they loved each other beyond any other, they slept and pulled Elan close too.

  When they woke it was afternoon, and they smiled with such contentment. He leaned over her, his gaze going slowly over her, his expression filled with love for her.

  She cuddled into Clay as she fed Elan once more. His hand went between her legs and she stretched them out so he could pleasure her. As Elan sucked, she climaxed, and her eyes closed as her chest rose for his kiss. He kissed her other breast and held Elan with his other hand. They were crazy in love and everything they did, every movement they made, was a temptation to make love.

  "We are one now, in every way." He told her.

  "You are more powerful than any warrior I have ever known." She whispered into his ear, then lightly bit his earlobe. "I shall love you for the rest of my life. And I am sure I shall want you at the most inappropriate times. We must find ways to be together always."

  "I promise we will." He smiled sexily at her.

  They kissed and loved on each other freely, looking at each other's body and touching and tasting and learning each other's scent.

  "We won't be able to love freely until we are married, but this day has been one I can hold in my memory forever. You are a wild and wonderful lover and I shall never seek another. As long as we live." He told her. "I am yours and you are mine."
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  "Yes, it is agreed, my love."

  When they dressed, they looked at each other, kissed and then headed outside. They mounted on the horse and headed home. Her dress rode up on the horse and he fondled her all the way home, she laid her head on his chest, against his massive shoulders as he sent her into an orgasm just before they reached home. "Oh, my love. I cannot say enough of how much I love you. How can I keep my hands from you until we are married?"

  He smiled and kissed her head. "Don't fret, we'll find ways to be together."

  But when they got close to the house though, they saw smoke.

  Clay raced toward it. She was still trying to regain composure, but the smoke startled her too when she saw it.

  They realized as soon as they were close enough that someone had burned down the cabin. There was nothing but black smoke and soot. They stared in disbelief.

  Her head came off his shoulder and she stared with tears in her eyes. "Oh no!" she cried. "It cannot be?"

  Clay sighed heavily. "We can rebuild, don't cry." He told her. "At least we weren't in it when it happened."

  "Who would do such a thing?"

  "I don't know for sure. Could have been the man I ran off. Could have been Ed. Or even your tribe."

  "My tribe would have reason if they thought I was there, but they would seek Elan first. I do not believe it was them."

  "It isn't important who did this right now. It is important to understand that we are alive, and we can rebuild." Clay told her.

  Clay got down, took Elan in his arms and carried him while Willa got off. Then Cora and Charlie came driving up in the wagon.

  "My God!" Cora cried out.

  "I don't believe it!" Charlie shouted.

  Clay looked at them and nodded.

  "What happened?" Cora and Charlie asked.

  "We had visitors." Clay explained.

  "Who?" Charlie asked jumping down from the wagon and going closer to look into the ashes.