Page 68 of Red Hawk's Woman

“Do you mean it?”

“I think so.”

“Then we will marry.”

So lost was she to the moment, it was beyond her to respond to him, whether in the positive or the negative. She only wanted him to continue what he was doing, now. Then she found herself saying, “Red Hawk?”

“Yes?”

“I believe you have on too many clothes.”

He looked down at himself, then grinned sheepishly up at her. “I think you are right.” He remedied the situation at once, untying his breechcloth and tossing it aside. “I fear that we have left a scattering of our garments up and down this shoreline.”

“Yes.”

“But we will find them easily enough.”

“Good, good. But, Red Hawk, you stopped.”

He smiled down at her and kissed her gently on the lips. “How foolish of me.” His mouth immediately found a most sensitive spot on her neck.

Downward he roamed again, following the path of her necklace, his lips suckling on her breasts, until she thought she might cry out with sheer pleasure.

So this was what lovemaking was about. No wonder men and women everywhere yearned for it.

But was this all? Did a man simply make a woman dizzy with kisses? Carnally, she understood there had to be more to it than this—that a part of her that was most private and a part of him would need to align in some fashion or the other. But the exact extent of what this entailed was beyond her.

He made a foray downward over her body, his lips on her stomach, her belly button, down farther, until she feared he went too far.

She sat up suddenly. “What are you doing?”

He gazed up at her with no apology. “I am making love to you.”

“But you are way down there. Shouldn’t you be up here?” She placed her hand on her chest.

“Aa,” he agreed. “Sometimes.”

“I thought⁠—”

“But not now.” His voice was low but firm. “Lie back. I would kiss you here, and I would have you enjoy this, your first time.”

“But…”

“Come, I am showing you what it would be like to be married to me. Lie down.”

She lay down as he commanded.

“You must spread your legs around me,” he said. Before she could deny him, he parted her legs and came down between them. Then he kissed her there on her most feminine spot—and those kisses were quite warm and wet.

She sighed. Had she ever felt anything more wonderful? His tongue slid all over her, his fingers helping stimulate her. As passion took hold of her, she opened her legs wider to give him further access.

Then it began within her, a pressure, a desire, a need to move, to squirm beneath his ministrations. Her breathing quickened, and her pulse beat staccato in her ears.

A crescendo was building inside her, and she was pushing toward some peak. She felt much like a volcano, ready to blast at any time.

Over and over she twisted her hips against him until she thought she might explode, and then all at once, she did, as though she fell down from the edge of a precipice. Waves of ecstasy washed through her, feelings of love and admiration swamping her. She pressed upward to enhance the pleasure, until at last the sensation of fulfillment possessed her.

Coming down from that emotional pinnacle, she lay still for a moment, letting her breathing return to normal. Her first thought, however, was of him. Had he, too, reached the same sort of peak she had?