He laughed, though what he found funny about that remark was beyond her. “We will take it very slowly. Do not fear, for you are built for this. But it might hurt, this your first time.”
“I have heard that it always hurts.”
“You have heard incorrectly then. After the first few times, it should feel like it did that morning.”
“Really?”
He nodded, and without further argument, he bent toward her. He kissed her breasts then swept his kisses downward toward her belly, past her navel, his lips ranging lower even still.
Briefly, his fingers tangled with the protective hair, there at the junction of her legs and then?—
She jerked upwards.
“Swift Hawk! What are you doing?”
He glanced up at her briefly, but there was no apology in his gaze. “I am ensuring that you will enjoy this, your first time.”
“But—”
“I will have this moment,” he said.
So strongly had he uttered these words, Angelia recognized the fruitlessness of her argument. Instead, she let her gaze encompass his, though with her eyes she did beg him to desist.
He continued, “Lie back, let me have my way, and experience it, for I think you will like it.”
With one further, pleading look, she did exactly as he said.
Placing her legs over his shoulders, he commenced to love her in an oh-so-wonderful way.
Chapter
Twenty
Nothing scares a horse quicker than a quiet thing that moves toward him and makes no noise. He will jump and break his neck at the noiseless movement of a rodent in the grass or a falling twig, while a roaring buffalo or a steaming train will pass him unnoticed. That is because he has the same kind of courage that man has: real courage; the courage to face any odds that he can see and hear and cope with, but a superstitious fear of anything ghostlike.
—CHIEF BUFFALO CHILD LONG LANCE,LONG LANCE: THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A BLACKFOOT INDIAN CHIEF
Swift Hawk kissed her there, where his fingers had made passionate love to her once before, and as he kissed her, he let his lips roam deeply, loving her as he had never loved another. For, if it were in his power, he would have her rejoice in the thrill of lovemaking, this, her first time.
Her clean, musky scent enticed him, the refreshing, feminine taste of her empowered him, and he felt himself growing ready with anticipation. But he knew he must control his own lust, and he cautioned himself to move slowly, slowly.
She gasped, and in response a fire spread through him that was almost impossible to quell. The sounds she was making were tiny, high-pitched, and were an accompaniment to the gentle tapping of the rain outside. As her voice became a lower-pitched moan, her hips began to twist in response to him. When she opened her legs wider still, he knew she was caught up in a passion as deep as his.
“Swift Hawk,” she uttered softly. “Swift Hawk, I…I…”
He groaned, kissing her even more passionately than before, and then it happened. He felt the spasms of her pleasure as the warmth of rapture became hers. On and on it went, the taste of her an erotic inducement.
At length, she stilled, though her breathing remained an uneven, heavy thing. With every breath she took, her breasts heaved up and down, as though they teased him for a touch. He acquiesced to their demand, for it was a small thing to ask.
After a short while, she rose onto her elbows, that she might gaze down at him. “Swift Hawk, I…I had no idea that it could be so…beautiful. I thought lovemaking was something a woman endured. I didn’t know it was such a living, breathing, feeling thing.”
He simply nodded, though he smiled at her too. “Now you know. It had never entered my mind that you would not understand the pleasures that can be attained between a man and a woman. It is good that you have discovered this. And remember, we can share this with one another for all our days upon this earth.”
“Yes. Yes. But we are not done, are we? There is more, isn’t there? I mean, for you?”
“Haa’he, there is more.” Scooting up toward her until he had positioned himself over her, he added, “As I have already said, the first time often hurts for a woman. You must know this.”
She nodded.
