As his tongue made gentle forays, his soft lips drank up my essence as it flowed freely, drenching me.
His silken hair fell like a waterfall to my stomach and caressed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he moved closer to me, cupping his hands below my bottom to force himself deeper.
I felt myself prepare to take flight. But as release threatened, he pulled back and slowly dragged his body, glistening with a sweaty sheen, up my quivering one.
My internal muscles involuntarily clenched, reminding me of my emptiness as he brushed the smooth skin of his chest against my aching breasts.
Cupping my face between his large hands, he feathered kisses across my face before settling on my lips. I tasted myself and wrapped my legs around his waist to urge him closer to me.
“I’m going to come into you now,” he murmured as his face buried itself in my neck. “The pain will not last long.”
But pain was the furthest thing on my mind. I was occupied by this drowning love-joy to pay much attention to what he was saying. My body wept tears for him, cried out its loneliness, and now he was going to fulfill all of my longings.
I felt his hand slip between us and felt him fit the broad head of his penis against my feminine opening.
I gasped as he pushed in, stretching me a bit, but that discomfort was to be expected. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed any carnal lust, and a little stretching was required. But then his gentle shallow thrusts began to hurt.
“Wolf?” I asked, some of the haze of passion leaving me.
“Shhh,” he soothed. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
This was now getting out of control. Dreams couldn’t cause physical discomfort, could they?
But I was given no time for thought because his knowing fingers returned to my woman seed and he began a gentle circular motion.
“Mmmm, yes,” I purred, once again losing myself in sensory overload.
I felt him delve a bit deeper and I loosened my muscles to ease his way. Then I felt him butt up against my membrane.
“What?” I nearly shrieked, but it was drowned out as, with a quick deep thrust, he broke my barrier and slid in to the hilt.
“Oh,” I cried out amazed, and I felt his satisfied grunt as he held himself still for my body to adjust.
“From your reactions, my pretty flower, I almost cast doubt upon your innocence. But you have proved that the passion fire in your blood matches mine.”
Still a bit dazed and confused, I looked up into his deep, dark eyes and felt myself drowning in their dark depths.
“I’m not dreaming, am I?” I asked as I examined each feature of his handsome face.
This was too real. The emotions were too intense; the feelings too live to be just a dream. I could never dream up this musky smell of raw sex filling the teepee, nor the intense heat coming off of his body in waves, nor the thick piece of throbbing man-flesh buried in my quivering heat. This had to be real.
“You are in my arms, my lovely flower,” he said as he smiled and dropped a hot wet kiss on my mouth, his tongue making forays inside while his teeth nibbled at my lips, breaking away to murmur softly to me. “You are truly a fantasy, a living dream.”
I whimpered again. Fear began to take over and made my body tremble.
“No, my brave she-warrior,” he soothed, his hands coming up to frame my face as his elbow rested beside my head. “The worst is over. We’ll spend the rest of our lives knowing this love-joy we share.”
Tears filled my eyes as I realized this is exactly what I wanted, what I had always wanted. To be truly loved, cherished, and desired above all others, was my true dream.
Reaching up and wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I cried out, “Show me. Show me, my wild, wonderful Wolf.
“Yes, my flower,” he purred before his teeth clamped down on my neck and he slowly pulled out to thrust deeply within me again.
My back arched so high at this jolt of lightning I nearly lifted us from the bed.
He chuckled as he swirled his hips, grinding and pressing until my body responded without thought.
I felt my nails sink into his back and heard his growl of approval as he eased up above me and thrust deeper and faster.
“Oh, yes,” I nearly screamed. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
It was amazing how that little pain had disappeared beneath his passionate onslaught. I felt only pleasure within my cleft as he pulled and lunged hungrily at me.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I urged him faster, harder, deeper, until I felt the bindings of this earth snap and I was hurtled throughout infinity to explode. Slowly, I came floating back to earth in a million glittering pieces.
“More,” I purred as I realized he had not climaxed himself. If anything, the throbbing hardness within me grew even larger.
“Now I will take you as the wolf takes his mate,” he moaned, and I felt hard hands grip my waist. I gasped and the hard thickness of him was pulled from my clenching cunt. He lifted, then turned me to position me on my knees.
I felt his hard hands grip my bottom as I dropped my forehead to the furs. Yes, I wanted more. One release was not enough to ease the ache he had created within me.
“Yes,” I cried, wanting his possession, needing it like I needed air.
I felt him reach beneath me to part my heated lips, and he slid his full length gently into my straining moist depths.
“Wolf,” I moaned as he began easy, shallow, back and forth thrusts.
“My flower,” he choked. The pace of his thrusts increased.
I felt my ardor rising again as I rocked my hips backwards, demanding more. Any tenderness I may have felt blended perfectly with the boom of thunder in my body. Wolf was my mate and I wanted him, all of him, deep within.
His strong hands gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he leaned over me.
Moaning like an animal in heat, I savored his possessive hold, delighting in the wild mating taking place. His free hand reached down to cup and to tease my swinging breasts before dipping low to again circle my swollen clitoris.
“Wolf,” I howled, sounding very much like his namesake as lightning exploded behind my eyes and I felt myself crest another peak. Despite almost painful bursts of pleasure, my inner muscles convulsed around him, milking him, forcing his own agonizingly joyful release.
“Red…” he panted brokenly, “…Feather.”
And my heart exploded.
Instead of collapsing on top of me, he gently eased us both to our sides, refusing to relinquish his softening possession of me, cuddling me close to his steaming body.
Gently I closed my eyes and slept.
When I next opened my eyes, I expected to be back beneath the tree in my hiding space, clutching my book in my hands.
Instead, my eyes focused on the hide walls of the teepee, the quiver of bows and other weapons resting on pegs hanging on the wall supports, the small fire burning in the center. The naked man who approaching me carried a warmed pouch of water.
“Let me take care of you, Red Feather,” he said, the soft firelight making his dark eyes glow. “I fear I have made a mess of you, and it is my responsibility to set you aright.”
“Wolf?” I asked, surprised and delighted that I was still here, that my fantasy was real.
“Yes, my Red Feather, I am real and you are not dreaming. Is it so hard to believe that we have been granted our heart’s desire?” he asked as he knelt beside me and spread my legs.
A blush stole onto my cheeks as I watched him examine me before he began to gently wash away all traces of his seed and my sudden loss of virginity.
“Now you show modesty,” he laughed, watching my cheeks redden.
I looked down, saying nothing, but touched by his tender care. Carefully, he put the water aside and produced a small wooden container of ointment. Despite my protest, he slathered this over my swollen womanhood.
Then he was back beside me in the furs, a solid warm presence that surrounded me with his heat.
*
In the clearing, a young woman came upon a small paperback book, its pages fluttering in the breeze. Looking around and not seeing the owner, she picked it up and read the title.
“Wolf,” she mused as she studied the couple on the cover. The young auburn-haired woman looked deliriously happy riding in front of an absolutely stunning Sioux warrior.
She flipped it over to the blurb on the back, and read that it was a story of sweeping passion that spanned the centuries. As she read, she wondered if the story happened to have a secondary character—this Sioux warrior’s best friend.
Looking around and spying no one who might come to claim the book, she sat and began to read.
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