White Wind (11 page)

Conscious of sensuous sensations enveloping her, Sarah curled on her side, allowing silky softness to cradle her as she hovered somewhere between sleep and awareness. She floated on a bed of fluffy clouds, wisps of warmth touching, kissing, promising.

Waves of heat built along her sloping contours. Starting below one delicate ear, fire blazed a downward path to graze the sensitive flesh along the side of her breast, sunk deep into the valley of her waist before rising to crest a smooth hip and linger for long heated moments on a silky thigh.

Up. Down. Over. Under. The gentle teasing continued, creating ripples of heat that gathered in her center, luring her from her sleep.

She stretched lazily. The strange sensations stopped and Sarah felt an impending sense of loss as she relaxed and continued to drowse.

Faint puffs of warm air caressed the back of her neck. Sarah squirmed restlessly as feather-soft kisses traveled toward her ear.

Moaning softly, writhing as sparks of pleasure infiltrated her sleep-clouded mind, she lingered in that state of limbo between dreams and reality, not wanting to wake. The new sensations were delicious, incredible, and she wanted to savor them as long as she could. Unconsciously she moved toward the source of this new titillation, seeking more.

Golden Eagle lay on his side, his head resting on a propped elbow as Sarah molded her curves to his hollows. He smiled indulgently, her soft purrs of contentment music to his ears.

It was dark, morning still far off. Golden Eagle had found the need to touch Sarah far too strong to ignore or deny any longer.

Without stopping the movement of his land, Golden Eagle again lowered his head as he continued to caress with his warm breath, his moist lips. The tip of his tongue joined the assault, licking her, tasting her sweetness. Reaching her shell-pink ear, his tongue lightly darted in and around the smooth swirls.

She shuddered beneath him, soft sighs filling his ears. Opening his lips, he drew the soft fleshly lobe between his questing lips and suckled, nipped and tugged. His eyes closed as he planted small exquisite kisses along the line of her jaw, finding the pulsing rhythm in the hollow of her throat.

Sarah’s sighs grew louder, her breath came faster, threatening the control Golden Eagle held over his throbbing body, over the desire running swift as an arrow through his veins. He traced the soft fullness of her lips with an exploring finger as he ordered, “
Kechuwa,
my darling, wake.”

Sarah’s pulse pounded madly and tremors of wild ecstasy rippled across her entire body. Her nerves were raw, sensitive to his every touch, his every command.

Lifting passion-heavy lids, Sarah stared, held captive by dark molten depths, desire reflecting, beckoning, igniting an intense longing that struck away all doubts she’d had.

“Shh, do not be afraid,” Golden Eagle’s voice, thick with need, implored. “I need to touch you. I can wait no longer. You have moved this warrior as no other woman has.” Tenderly he held her face between his hands and caressed her cheeks with the pads of shaky fingers.

Sarah was moved by his honesty. She understood his vulnerability, and gloried in his husky admission. He needed her. It was as simple as that. She felt strangely exhilarated as she placed her hands against his firm jaw. Her gaze strayed to his lips. Full and inviting. She wanted to feel again his moist lips against hers.

Sarah admitted to herself that she wanted him, wanted what this golden warrior could give her. She would not fight her attraction any longer, but decided to grab greedily at what he offered. In the past, she’d woven fantasy after fantasy around him. Now she needed reality. She needed her golden warrior.

Keeping her eyes riveted on his parted lips, his breath fanning hers, she whispered, “I’m not afraid. But I don’t know what to do, how to please a great warrior such as yourself.” Shyly she lifted her eyes to his and nervously moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.

All restraint fled at her shyly spoken admission, and when her small pointed tongue disappeared, Golden Eagle needed to find it. A low groan escaping, his head lowered, lips flickering over hers. “Ah, sweet Sarah.”

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.”