Page 54 of The Last Warrior

He mumbled, “And what you do to me.”

“Hmm…” she purred. “But I wonder, what would it be like to experience the solid contours of your chest up close to mine? Its rigidness against me?”

“Hau, let us discover this.” He turned her around to face him, pulling her in so close to him their bodies might have been one.

The sensation was achingly exquisite, and she twisted in his arms, back and forth, up and down, as though she would imprint his image on her. He moved with her, rubbing his body next to her, as if they both were involved in the sensuousness of dance.

He growled, the sound low in his throat, and she moaned, then murmured, “Your skin is a superb shade of brown, though slightly red in undertone—do you see how it looks against the paleness of mine? I wish I were as brown as you. The color is delicious.”

“Hiya. You are perfect as you are. I would not have you change for me or for anyone or anything.”

“How you flatter me.”

“No flattery. Truth. But I think we talk too much.” Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the bud of her breast.

He growled, the sound reminding her of his namesake. Moreover, hearing it aroused her, sent her insides into a frenzy, and casting back her shoulders and head, she offered herself to him, as though she were a feast.

Indeed, he did partake, first suckling on one breast, then the other, his hand kneading the one mound while his lips and tongue relished the other. His free hand slipped down to her pantalettes, pushing them down, until they pooled at her knees.

Still kneeling before her, his fingers found that throbbing place—down there, at the so very private junction between her legs. She moaned. In reaction, the rigid form of his sex jerked against her stomach. Ah! She moaned again.

“You are ready for me, I think.” He lowered her to the ground, threw the blanket he always carried over them both, and added, “Open your legs for me.”

It was not within her to argue with him, and she obeyed him at once. But instead of joining himself with her as she had expected, he brought himself down over her belly, rubbing it and spreading kisses over each part of her as his range of activity kept centering lower and lower over her.

“What is this you are doing?” she asked, not really caring, for it felt delectable. Merely, she was curious.

He said quietly, “We must not seek our pleasure in the regular way men and women love one another, for harm might come to you or the babe. Rather, we will indulge in a different form of lovemaking that will give us both much pleasure, I think. You will see. Lie back.”

As she did so, his kisses crept ever so slowly downward. At last, his tongue found her throbbing need, and she jerked upward with the pleasure of it.

“Oh, my goodness!” she groaned, sighing in complete pleasure. And she really didn’t need him saying “Spread your legs farther” to do so. It seemed the most natural deed in the world.

He kissed her there between her legs, his tongue taking over the duty of what might be considered the more natural pattern of lovemaking. So intense was the sensation, she thought she would surely spiral out of her head. She twisted against him, seeking release.

But what release this was, she was uncertain. Surely, she had enjoyed lovemaking with William, but it had been nothing like this. Yes, it had been pleasant, but not so acutely exhilarating. As Black Lion continued his ministrations over her, she wiggled and twisted, her body seeming to know what to do, until a feeling began to build up inside her.

What was this? This had never happened with William. And then it built, and it built, and she was reaching a place, a plateau, then tripping over the edge of it. She groaned with the experience, she moaned, and tiny whimpers sounded from her lips.

The pleasure went on and on until suddenly it was too much, too sensual. She jerked away from him, coming to lie still beneath him. Her breathing was erratic, and her body shivered in pure ecstasy.

He had come up onto his forearms over her, resting his weight against his elbows. Grabbing hold of some snow that littered the ground, gently he washed his lips. Then he grinned at her.

“What was this you did to me?” she murmured between gasps. “I never experienced anything like that with William,” she said in all honesty.

“Did you not?”

“No. That time with him was pleasant, yes, but this was…this was…”

Black Lion jerked his head to the left. “He was more than a fool, then, to seek his pleasure without giving you yours. I am glad I am the first to show you the real enjoyment between a man and woman. Very much.”

“Yes.” A thought occurred to her. “But you? You haven’t met your pleasure, have you? Let me return the gesture.”

“That would, indeed, be fitting, but I fear it is unnecessary.” When he came up onto his knees, she was treated to the view of a very aroused male. However, taking hold of her hand, he pressed it against him privately, and she was startled at the firmness of him. “It has been too long since I have been with a woman, and as you can see, I have already met my pleasure.”

“Oh,” she murmured, intrigued, but somewhat disappointed. The thought of doing to him the same that he had done to her was quite arousing. “Maybe yet this night? Later?”

“Hau,” he said with a moan. “I will anticipate more of the same with you with much pleasure, Little Blue Eyes.”