Page 90 of Red Hawk's Woman

He kissed her neck, her lips, her cheeks, her ears, her eyes. With his lips, he adored her.

Rising slightly onto his forearms, he made love to her, watching her face as they moved together in the dance of love. “You are so beautiful, and if I could, I would look at you as you meet your pleasure.”

Not knowing how to respond to such devotion, she increased her action and pushed her hands through his hair, pulling him down to her. Only then did she whisper, “I love you, my husband. I truly love you.”

Her confession seemed to send him over the edge.

Indeed, he murmured against her, reaffirming his love again and again, as his movements became faster and deeper. Though he seemed incapable of speech, he managed to utter, “I love you too.”

With the endearment spoken while she welcomed him, he shuddered and spilled his seed into her.

Effie, watching him, decided that looking at him was a little like capturing a bit of heaven into her own universe. Moreover, she followed his rise into bliss, and with short gasps, she soon met her own pleasure.

Ah, it was truly pure enchantment.

The water beckoned them both.

He removed her clothing, piece by piece, kissing her delicate skin beneath. At the same time, she tried to remove his shirt, her hands sliding over each and every muscle in his chest, his arms, his stomach.

However, she discovered that she was not as adept at removing his clothing as he was with hers. Soon she found herself completely naked, while he was still almost fully dressed.

“Hmmmm,” he groaned, sliding his chest—which was bare, except for the necklace she had once given him—over hers. “Hmmmm,” he moaned again. “I want you anew,” he said, as he moved his hips over hers.

“I too,” she agreed, although her response was almost unnecessary. He had already joined with her.

He strove against her over and over. She opened herself to him, receiving him, tightening her inner muscles. Each time she tightened, he whimpered all over again.

“’Tis good,” he uttered huskily.

“Yes.”

He came up to his knees, bringing her with him. Pulling her legs into position around his neck, he leaned into her, boring against her in their quest for pleasure.

It was a good position. They could gaze directly into each other’s eyes as they strained against the tide of passion.

His movements all at once became frenzied, and staring so deeply at her she thought he might be looking into her soul, he said, “Kitsikakomimmo.”

She met his passion with her own, and as he lost himself to her, she gave herself to him, straining, driving, pushing toward that one plateau. They were almost there, almost there, and then…

They burst, their bodies paying complete tribute to one another. So intimate was it, so close were they, she felt, at that moment, it would have been hard to tell where her spirit left off and his began. She felt complete. Utterly, wholly, complete.

As her body, racked with pleasure, began to relax, she felt herself move away from herself, looking down on them both from above. Interestingly enough, he was there with her…

Together, they soared.

“Perhaps, my wife,” he said, “there will come a time when we can see, perchance even feel each other’s naked bodies, without at once having to make love.”

“Perhaps,” she agreed.

“But this time I speak of is not now.”

“No,” she conceded. “That time is definitely not now.”

“My wife.” Red Hawk came onto his elbows and leaned over her. “I have news.”

“And what news do you bring me?”

“There is only one way I can bring this news to you. I must show you. But do not fear. You will like it, I think.”