Wind Rider (14 page)

Hannah blanched. He sounded so fierce, she
was inclined to believe him.

“Give me your mouth, Little Sparrow. I long to taste it as I did before.”

“It’s called a kiss,” Hannah offered without thinking. “It is common practice in white culture. Most men find it enjoyable.”

“And women?” Wind Rider probed. “Do wom
en find it enjoyable?”

Hannah had only that one kiss from Wind Rider with which to judge, but she could definitely say it had been a pleasant experience.
“Yes, women find it enjoyable.”

“Then we will kiss.” His mouth came down
on hers, stealing her breath and forcing her
lips open. Then he tasted her, as he had longed
to do, using his tongue to thrust and with
draw, savoring the sweet heat of her mouth.
He groaned as if in pain and carried her down
with him to the bed of furs at their feet.

Hannah shivered, but not from cold. “Wind
Rider.”

His name on her lips was sweet music to his ears. “I am here, Little Sparrow. Forget the
other men who have gone before me. Tonight
we will find paradise together.”

“There were no others . . . oh . . .” The words
died in her throat as Wind Rider’s lips slid
down her neck to feed at her breasts. Sucking and licking, he moved from one to the other, nipping with his teeth, then soothing with the wet roughness of his tongue.

“Do you like that, Little Sparrow?”

He didn’t wait for an answer as his lips slid
downward across the flat planes of her belly, stopping to gently tongue her navel while his
hands sought the warmth between her legs that he craved with every fiber of his being. Parting
the silken forest at the base of her thighs, his
fingers slid into the moist crevice, the incredible
heat of her tender flesh scorching him. With
unerring expertise he found the swollen bud
of her womanhood and massaged slowly, using
the callused pad of his fingertip to arouse her.

Hannah cried out, stunned by a passion
she never knew she possessed. She clutched
at him in mute desperation, unable to pre
vent her hands from exploring the smooth
golden flesh of his back and shoulders. The
rippling sinews and suppressed strength of his big body raised her level of excitement
to panting rapture. Her hands strayed low
er, finding the taut mounds of his buttocks,
wondering how something so hard could feel so smooth and supple. He moved between her legs, spreading them wide. Hannah steeled herself for the pain of his entry, but instead
felt the slippery thrust of his finger inside
her.

“You’re so hot and wet inside.” His voice
whispered against her ear, low and intense,
and so full of need she trembled anew.

Hannah twisted restlessly, adjusting to the
discomfort of a foreign object inside her
body. The movement succeeded in driving
his finger deeper, and the discomfort turned
to pleasure, a kind of pleasure she’d never
known before. His gentle thrusts sent her
senses soaring as her body began to tingle
and burn, seeking a mysterious goal she had
never before achieved. Wind Rider’s assault continued, allowing Hannah no respite as her
body tingled and vibrated to the tune of his tal
ented hands. When his mouth took hers, adding
another dimension to her torment, the tingling became so intense, she felt herself starting to disintegrate.

Suddenly the pressure eased and Hannah felt
as if she would die if she didn’t find what she was looking for. “Wind Rider, please.”

“Please, what?” His voice was as strained as
hers, his need as great.

“I want.. .”

“What do you want, Little Sparrow?”

”I-don’t know. Please ...”

“Spread your legs. I will not withhold what
you seek.”

His manhood prodded against her belly, huge
and throbbing and frightening. She stared at it,
fearing he would break her in two if he tried
to put it inside her. He placed the swollen tip
against the slick portals of her womanhood and
she began to shake.

“No! I can t! You’re too big!”

“I am no different from any other man,”
Wind Rider said, proud of his size and strength
despite his modest words.

“Don’t do this.”

“You are my wife, Little Sparrow. Besides, it
is too late.”

And it was too late. She felt herself stretching
to accommodate him, felt the discomfort of his entry as he pushed forward.

“You’re incredibly tight,” he said, perplexed at the resistance of her narrow passage.

Hannah whimpered, passion dying as quickly
as it had been born. Then her whimper turned to a startled cry of agony as Wind Rider thrust
his hips and broke through her maidenhead. He
stilled, waiting for her body to adjust to him,
then he moved slowly and deliberately, trying to reconcile himself to the startling revelation that Hannah was a maiden who had never lain
with a man. He had not expected it, would not
have believed it if he hadn’t felt the barrier of
her virginity himself.

“It won’t hurt for long, Little Sparrow, I prom
ise. I will finish quickly to ease your pain.”

He was so close to the edge, it took little
effort to stroke himself to a shuddering climax.
A sigh of blessed relief issued from Hannah’s
lips when he withdrew and settled beside her
on the mat.

“Did I hurt you badly?” he asked once his breathing slowed to a normal pace.

“Yes.” Her sullen reply was not just the result of the pain, but also of disappointment. For
some reason she felt let down, as if there should
have been more.

“Next time will be easier, and you will feel
pleasure.”

“Does there have to be a next time?”

“You will wish it as much as I.”

Hannah watched warily as he rose and found
his breechclout, which he wet thoroughly, using
a pitcher of water sitting in a corner. He
returned and knelt beside her, spreading her
legs and washing her as gently as he would a
babe. Hannah’s face turned crimson. It never
occurred to her that a man would perform such
an intimate task. When he finished he lay back
down beside her. Then, with slow deliberation,
he aroused her anew, using his mouth, hands, and tongue to bring her to the peak of passion.

When at length the hot tip of his tongue
touched the throbbing bud nestled at the junc
ture of her thighs, shock turned her rigid and
she cried out in protest. “What are you doing?”

“I will not hurt you,” Wind Rider said, press
ing against her belly with the palm of his hand
to hold her still. “I wish to bring you pleasure.”

He bent his head, laving her tender, swollen flesh with his tongue. Her body jerked reflex-
ively, and the burning began, deep inside her
most secret passages. She felt on the verge of
explosion. His tongue pursued her relentlessly, and when he thrust his finger inside her she went up in flames, shattering into so many pieces, she doubted she’d ever be whole again.
Lifting his head, Wind Rider watched her cli
max, his expression that of a hungry wolf.

Hannah could not suppress the shudders traveling the length of her body, nor understand the unbelievable ecstasy pouring over
her. Then she knew no more. When she came
to her senses, Wind Rider was leaning over her,
regarding her with wonder.

“I did not want to cheat you this time.”

“You didn’t. I’ve never
...
I didn’t know . ..”

A mysterious smile stretched the corners of
his mouth. He couldn’t ever recall being so
pleased at anything. “Sleep, Little Sparrow. We
have plenty of time to get to know one another.
In seven suns I will know every inch of your
white body, and you will know every inch of mine/’

Hannah smiled and stretched her hand
across the mat, expecting to encounter warm,
vibrant flesh. Sunlight filtering through the
open smokehole stabbed relentlessly at her
face, bringing her abruptly awake from a most pleasant dream. Her body ached in places she never knew existed, and movement brought a
small groan from her lips. Her face glowed
hotly when she recalled what had taken place
last night and once during early morning,
when Wind Rider had awoken her with nib
bling kisses against her breasts and stomach.
Abruptly she became aware that she was alone on the mat. Her hands touched the place where
he had lain, still warm from his body, and she
sat up, calling his name.

There was no answering response. Panic
seized her, and she crawled to the open flap. Had Wind Rider abandoned her already? Had
she done something to displease him? Then she
saw him, and the breath slammed from her
lungs. He was standing in the river, bathing, his golden body glistening in the morning sun.
He sensed her eyes on him and turned slowly,
a wide smile stretching his lips.

“Come and join me.” he invited, holding out a sun-bronzed hand.

Realizing she was naked, Hannah turned
back to don her tunic but changed her mind. The beautiful white dress was the only one she had, and she didn’t want to ruin it in the water.
Besides, Wind Rider had seen every part of her;
she had nothing more to hide from him. Duck
ing through the entrance, she walked toward
the river, her face flaming when she noted the
intensity of Wind Rider’s silver gaze on her
naked form.

The water was cold but not unbearable. In
fact, it felt wonderfully refreshing as she washed
the scent of Wind Rider’s lovemaking from her body. When she reached Wind Rider’s side he
slowly, gently, began washing her with soap
plant.

“Did I hurt you last night?” His question took her by surprise. She’d had no idea he would
even care.

”A little,” she admitted, blushing.

“Finding you a maiden was something I never expected. But it pleases me to know my wife
gave me the gift of her virtue.”

“If you’d listened to me, you would have
known.” Her back tingled where his hands
plied the soap plant. He turned her around and
stroked soap over her breasts and stomach.

“I’m listening now. Why did your master call you a whore?”

Hannah sighed, the slow movement of his hands so arousing, she could barely concentrate. When his hands dipped down between
her legs her thoughts scattered like leaves be
fore the wind. ”I-I. . .”

“Never mind; you can tell me later,” Wind Rider said as desire spilled through his veins like thick, sweet honey. He slipped a finger inside her, and Hannah cried out, grasping his
shoulders to keep from falling.

“What are you doing?”

“I want you again, Little Sparrow. You make
me forget the restraint practiced by my people.
When I am near you I cannot control myself. You make me crazy with the need to thrust
myself into you again and again.”

His words acted like an aphrodisiac to her
senses as Hannah felt herself grow hot. An ache
began in her loins, and she pushed against him,
loving the feel of her soft breasts against the
hardness of his chest. She knew she was act
ing in a brazen manner but couldn’t seem to
help herself. Wind Rider was turning her into
a savage, just like he was. Or was he a savage?
Intuition told her that no Indian blood flowed
through his veins. It wasn’t something anyone
had said but rather a gut feeling she could not
shake.

Grasping her buttocks, Wind Rider pulled her into the cradle of his loins, his manhood rising hard and heavy between them as he rubbed against her, letting her feel what she did to him.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said in a strained voice.

Hannah obeyed without hesitation, unaware
of what he intended but trusting him implicitly. He raised her slightly, then thrust into her, filling her so completely, Hannah felt his hardness stretching her and feared she would burst.

There was no pain, only a full sensation that was
not unpleasant. When he licked and sucked her
breasts the rapture was so great she moaned in
response.