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This simple, yet sensual act caused Jolena to sway somewhat and swallow hard, having grown wet herself where the center of her desire throbbed with want of him inside her.
Then she felt his eyes on her and stood as still as a statue might, allowing him to touch her everywhere with his dark eyes, enjoying it as though it were his fingers or his tongue pleasuring her.
Spotted Eagle stood with his legs spread wide, feeling the heat of his manhood as it throbbed unmercifully with need of being cradled within her, taking comfort from her warmth and tightness as he took his rhythmic strokes within her. He gazed at length into her eyes, feeling as though he was reaching clean into her soul, discovering again her true thoughts and love for him.
He swept his eyes slowly downward to where the swell of her breasts gave way in a smooth descent to her flat, firm belly and the triangle of soft, feathering black hair that gave him much pleasure.
Hardly able to stand any further waiting, Spotted Eagle went to her and nestled her breasts within his hands, finding them again so warm and oh, so supple.
Bending, he flicked his tongue over one and then the other, hearing her gasp of pleasure kindling his own fires.
Waiting not even to kiss her, he swept her up into his arms and began walking her into the river, her head against his chest, one arm twined around his neck. He could hear her uneven, anxious breathing, which matched his own.
And then he was startled as she lurched and leaned away from him, peering wide-eyed up at him. "The soap," she murmured. "It's still in the pocket of my skirt."
"Now do you truly believe that soap is necessary?" Spotted Eagle said, not hesitating even one moment as he continued walking into deeper water. "My woman, when have you ever truly needed soap? I have never been near you when you have not smelled like wild roses of the forest. Even now, if I kiss your breast, it will taste no less like a rose than after you cover your body with the false aromas of soap."
He shifted his arms and hands, bringing her next to him again, relishing the touch of her flesh against his, especially where her breast rested against his chest. "And, my woman, when you become a part of my village, living as the Blackfoot women live, rarely will you have soap that is scented for bathing," he said. "Will you be able to accept a life that does not allow such pampering as that? Will you accept that which your Blackfoot husband would supply you? As my wife, there would not be too many ways to spoil you, except that I would offer my loving to you both day and night and even sometimes in between, should time and circumstance allow. Would that be enough?"
Jolena's breath was stolen and her eyes were wide with wonder as he continued talking about how it would be were she his wife, when he had not actually asked her to marry him!
Perhaps this was the way it was done by the Indians.
It did not matter how, or even if, a proposal was ever offered her. The fact that he was speaking to her as though it were assumed that she would be his wife amazed her, yet she knew deeply within herself, where her hopes and desires were formed, that she did not have to be asked!
She wanted to be his wife, now and forevermore. She wanted the dreams that she had of him so often to cease being a savage illusion, but instead be very, very real.
At this moment in her life, her loyalty to the only father she had ever known was dimming within her heart. She knew now that if she had to choose whether to return to be a devoted daughter to Bryce Edmonds, or stay in the Montana Territory and be a dutiful wife to Spotted Eagle, there would be no quarrel within her.
Spotted Eagle was her destiny, mapped out from the beginning of time, even before she had snuggled in the womb of her mother, taking breath and life from her.
It had been God's plan to bring her and Spotted Eagle together, and she would let no man or thing stop this bonding.
Not even Bryce Edmonds, whose life now seemed centered on a daughter whom he had perhaps feared losing from the very day he had taken her from the arms of her dead mother.
Spotted Eagle stopped where the water was just brushing against Jolena's breasts. He eased her to her feet, onto the pebbled floor of the river, then encircled her within his arms and drew her close. He gazed down at her intensely.
"You have not answered my questions," he said, his voice drawn. "Are they too much of a challenge? Were they untimely spoken? Had they been asked later, after you have been able to test the strength of your love for me, would you then have given me a quick response?"
Jolena reached her hands to his hair and stroked it away from his brow, then placed her hands on each side of his face. "My darling, I need no more time to know the strength of my love for you," she murmured. "The reason you did not get quick answers was because you stunned me with what you were sayingnot so much with the questions as the way you talked so matter-of-factly of how it will be when we are married."
"My lodge is good, my parfleches are never empty," Spotted Eagle said softly, yet with much meaning and emotion. "There are always
plenty of tanned robes and soft furs for winters in my lodge. These will be yours."
She traced his lips with her fingertips, then leaned up and softly kissed him. "I love you so much," she then whispered against his lips. "I'm so happy that you want me to be your wife. I want to be with you, my handsome warrior, forever. When you talk of all tomorrows, please always include me, for I want to be there even when we are old and feeble. I want to grow old with you, my darling. I want to feel the joy of being a grandparent with you."
She gazed through a haze of joyous tears up at him. "Make love to me, darling," she murmured. "Oh, how I want you."
Spotted Eagle framed her face between his hands and kissed her passionately, trembling with pleasure as her hands sought out that part of him that had become delicately tender in its waiting for such caresses.
When her fingers began moving on him, the water warm and caressing in itself, a keen euphoria began claiming him. Slipping his hands down her body, finding the soft curves of her buttocks, he splayed his fingers against her and lifted her up, soon thrusting his thick shaft within her.
Jolena reached around and sank her fingers into the flesh of his buttocks, urging him more deeply into her as she gave him a gentle shove. Then she twined her arms around his neck and placed her legs around his waist, locking her legs together at her ankles.
She closed her eyes as the ecstasy began swimming through her.
Spotted Eagle groaned as he felt the pleasure rising… rising… spreading… spreading, this time much more quickly than the others. He thrust himself over and over again inside her, the heat scorching his insides, his desire a sharp, hot pain in his loins.
