And, then his fingers found the moist place most sensitive to his touch, and she thought she might swoon, so good did it feel.
With the age-old instinct of love, she wiggled a little, immediately rewarded by a thousand points of pleasure washing over her. Again she groaned, and she murmured, "What you are doing feels so intimate and so soul-stirring, it's as though what you are doing has taken my breath. Is it always to be this pleasurable?"
"I hope it will always be so," he whispered.
The massage there at her core continued on and on, and still he remained fully dressed. But, she was now barely aware of it. All she knew at this moment was the love she felt for this man who was giving her body these millions of carnal, amorous pinpoints of feeling that stretched from the top of her head all the way down to her toes.
The sensations went on and on, building there where he was touching, and, within moments, she felt the passion of their crescendo, becoming fuller and fuller until bliss became all she knew.
It happened then. A fury of arousing sensation encompassed her, it seeming to have no time, yet was so full of seductive pleasure she could barely breathe. She shut her eyes to more fully experience its heat. Never in all her life's teachings about her placein life had she been told about the sense of joy she could attain because of the act of love.
Perhaps this was the reason she had been startled the first time when she had come in close to Stands Strong and had so innocently placed her lips upon his cheek. She hadn't, until then, ever known the utter desire a woman could experience by simply coming in close to a man she especially liked; she had only known the facts of lovemaking, not the pull of attraction. At the time, hers had been an unexpected response, especially because her first kiss upon his cheek had been so tiny a gesture.
At last, a feeling similar to falling through space encompassed Czanna, and she felt the full force of her love for this man. Her heart beat so quickly within her chest that she could only compare its speed to the act of running; to wit, it was similar to it if the race were one of flying, because this was how she felt…free and above herself. And, when she at last came back to the earth and gazed up at Stands Strong, she found him still beside her, grinning down at her.
She was beyond words. Truly. Completely.
But, no words were needed. Quickly disrobing, Stands Strong brought his naked body down to hers, and he whispered, "It might hurt you at first. But, fear not, it soon will go away. Are you ready?"
She nodded.
And, then he truly and physically became a part of her, and, innocently, she would have never suspected she would have rejoiced in the feeling. At last, she felt she had come to be as near to him as she could possibly be.
He hesitated once they were as one together; he didn't, indeed, move at all. It seemed to her as though in this way he thought he might take away the pain. But, when she didn't seem to object to the feel of him, he began to move.
And, this was when she realized the truth of what he had told her: at first it hurt, but it went away after a while. Besides, she wasn't about to stop. It felt too good to be so entangled with him.
And, then he began the dance of love, and she met him with every move. Never could she recall feeling as though she were a part of another human being. And this, she realized, was what she had been craving from him for some time now.
Gradually, as they danced and they danced together, the same pleasure she had experienced only moments before began to build within her again, and it wasn't long before she was experiencing the same exquisite pleasure he had bought to her earlier.
As she met his moves and added her own gyrations to his, she was aware she was reaching toward the same peak of sensation a second time, and when it at last encompassed her, she felt the final momentum of his dance before he joined her there.
Oh my. To be so close to him is as though I've found a bit of heaven.
And, when she felt him gift his seed to her, her senses exploded. But, something else happened, also.
Somehow, in some way, she had become so attuned to him in this brief moment, she sensed she was he. Indeed, she was feeling what he felt, knew his thoughts, too—easily, as if they were her own. And, it was in this moment, set out of this world's time stream, when she at last knew she had attained what she had been seeking since she had first come to know this man. This was the intimacy she had been yearning for, little knowing that, while being completely herself, she would become him, too.
How this was possible, she didn't know; she only knew it was.
She placed her arms around Stands Strong and hugged him, and, as she did so, she felt peace settle over her. She didn't want him to ever move away from her, though she realized the utter impossibility of it. Oh, if only she could make this moment last.
As she massaged his shoulders, his back and his head, she whispered, "I, indeed, do love you, my husband."
"And I, you."
And so, their lovemaking continued in a like manner throughout the entirety of the night. Over and over they gave to one another, loving one another and deepening their commitment to each other. Indeed, within this night they didn't even come apart long enough to build a fire.
After all, what need had they of a fire? They were making their own warmth and heat.
And, when the first rays of morning could be seen through the top of their war lodge, they awoke and made love all over again.
