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His hand dipped to feather touch her nipples. Almost instantly, her nipples became hard.
With one hand, he flicked his thumb over the tops of her nipples and she began to squirm.
"I love how you touch me."
He smiled, "The pleasure is mine."
He pulled a feather from her frock and touched her nipples with it. She squirmed and giggled.
He dipped to take one nipple between his lips. She moaned softly.
"Is it sinful to indulge in ones bodies so much?" She asked in a whisper.
He rose up to look into her eyes with a sinfully sweet smile, "Making love is never sinful, if it is truly felt."
"Careful, you encourage me to lust."
"When one loves, it is never lust."
Now his hands went under her to lift her hips to him and he supped upon her womanhood. His nose nudged her legs apart and his mouth found her.
"Oh Hawk…I never knew love could be so wonderful." She cried as he raised her hips to his loving mouth.
But before she climaxed, she brought his head up and smiled, "Take me to the highest peaks, for I will always be yours."
Slowly he entered her, but she was so hot, so ready for him and her muscles began to work with his. They were lost in a world of their love, cementing their promises to each other, and becoming one with each other as this climax seemed to unravel them both. It lasted forever it seemed and the look on her face told him everything he needed to know about his woman.
"I want your babies," she cried out.
"Yes…yes my love…I will give you many." He drove inside her so deep she moaned the glory of it.
They collapsed together, hugging each other and some time later, he reached to pull the blanket over them.
Nightfall came and they woke several times, each time to renew their lovemaking.
Near dawn of the next day, they awoke.
She made them coffee and cooked him a big breakfast for after a night of lovemaking he needed strength.
She sat back, wrapping a blanket around her now and looked at him. It was such a pleasure looking at Hawk for he was in fine shape. His arms were powerful, his chest broad, and his waist trim and rippled. His buttocks were solid and perfectly formed and his legs were long and muscled. With the work, he did and the way he could run, there was no wonder, his body was so magnificent.
She enjoyed running her hands through his thick black hair too; it was always clean and shiny.
His facial features were strong, but lean. And his eyes sparkled with mischief most of the time.
As he ate, she mused how in love she was with her husband. The very word 'husband' made her heart grow warm. At last, they were truly married and she knew in her heart that God had sanctioned it. She knew he would be the husband she had always craved.
"What do you stare at woman?" He asked when she grew too quiet.
"I'm enjoying looking at my husband." He wore nothing but his loincloth.
He eyed her a moment. "Your mind looks far away?"
"No, not far at all. I was thinking, as much as I love you, I like you too."
His confusion made her laugh. "Does that sound funny to you?" She asked.
"A little…"
