Brave Beginnings by Ruth Ann Nordin Page B

reply. Instead,
she kissed him. His lips were soft and warm, and she experienced a
thrilling sensation similar to a feather running up and down her
spine as his tongue brushed hers. Everything was new and exciting;
she wanted to enjoy every minute of it.
    Chogan traced the curve of her hip and cupped
her bottom. She brought her leg up and around his waist. When he
rolled onto his back so she could straddle him, she gasped in
surprise. They hadn’t done this before. She liked the idea of being
on top.
    She leaned forward and kissed him again,
noting that his hands settled on her hips. His fingers kneaded her
skin which further stimulated her senses. She became aware of
everything happening between them. His male hardness pressing
against the sensitive regions of her body. The strength in his
chest as she ran her hands along his muscles. His smell and taste.
She was quickly becoming familiar with these things associated with
him, things that would undoubtedly one day be so common to her that
it’d seem as if they were also a part of her.
    The tension building between her legs was
growing stronger, the ache demanding she move. She straightened and
shifted so that he could enter her. Her body clenched around him in
satisfaction. Unlike last time, there was no sting or need for her
to adjust to him. This time he slid in with little effort. She felt
complete with him so intimately connected to her, reminding her
that this act was a bonding of their hearts, spirits and
bodies.
    He encouraged her to move with his hands. She
gave a low moan and obeyed. Her gaze fell down to his face, and
through the sliver of moonlight that filtered through the curtains,
she saw him watching her. He smiled and she returned his smile,
almost too shy to vocalize how good their lovemaking made her feel.
But the desire compelling her forward lowered her inhibitions and
she found herself softly moaning as she rocked in rhythm with his
hands.
    She took her time, not in any hurry to
finish, even if daylight would come much too soon and she knew
she’d be tired tomorrow with what little rest she’d gotten over the
past couple of days. At the moment, such things as exhaustion
didn’t matter. It was her and Chogan. The rest of the world seemed
to melt away. This was how it was when they hunted for rabbits in
the field, and she wished it could always be this way.
    When he reached forward with one hand so he
could stroke her sensitive nub, she held her breath. He hadn’t done
that before, and truth be told, she wasn’t aware that she had a
place on her body capable of such intense pleasure. And, even more
surprising, the intensity grew greater as he continued his circular
motions.
    She bit her lower lip so she wouldn’t get too
loud and closed her eyes. In her excitement, she stilled but he
kept the movements going until she reached the peak of the
experience and uttered a low cry. He slowed, letting her take the
time she needed to come down from the heights he’d brought her
to.
    When her head cleared, she was able to focus
on him again. Leaning forward, she kissed him with more
assertiveness than before. He rolled her so that he was the one on
top of her, staying inside her the whole time. She held onto him as
he went deeper into her. She marveled at the sheer power of his
thrusting and wondered if it should hurt her but didn’t. When she
groaned, it wasn’t from pain. The entire process was most pleasant,
and she found she even enjoyed the more insistent way he claimed
her. He was both passionate and powerful to her; two things that
thrilled her. She felt him stiffen and shudder as he released his
seed into her.
    After a brief moment, he collapsed on top of
her. She clung to him, burying her face in the side of his neck.
She inhaled the scent of him. She recalled it from when he stood
close to her when she hunted for rabbits. How she missed his
nearness in the time they’d been apart. Never again. From now on,
they were together. One unit. Complete.