Gold Raven (53 page)

Slowly she began moving and coming awake. Never had he seen anything so erotic as her stirring from a much-needed rest. He watched her squirm and writhe against the furs, turning onto her side away from him giving a brilliant view of her graceful back, well rounded hips,
full derriere. Definitely, in his estimation, what he was looking at with appreciation was the rump of a woman, with two very attractive dimples above the rise of her swelling buttocks. He smiled as he enjoyed more of the sights when a moment later, with a slight wiggle she was on her back again. He could not make up his mind which view he liked more. She stretched like a contented feline without a care in the world, graceful and long. He felt a lump of pure lust lodge in his throat. Her movements thrusting her full breasts up at him, making his throat constrict. Quivering and firm, begging for a caress, a squeeze, a taste. He moaned, swallowing it back before she heard him.

Her stretching pulled the skin tightly over a well defined rib cage, sinking her flat stomach all the more; accentuating a small tapering waist, widening at its length to accommodate her hips. A shiver of anticipation, with an immediate hardening, could not be controlled as his eyes of their own will traveled to the soft curly tan hair reminding him of an arrowhead pointing in the right direction, dividing long, slender shapely legs, and at the end…dainty feet.

{{ Smack }}

"How dare you!! I'm naked!!"

Red Crow shook his head reeling back into the furs holding his stinging cheek.

"You promised!! What did you do to me? What?" Hope was mortified. Sitting up she grabbed at the furs trying to cover herself as she yanked at one he laid on. Red Crow lay back groaning, trying not to laugh.

"I knew it would not be so easy. Ow…you have a lot to learn about being my wife…hitting – for one thing…not allowed!" He informed her even though he was grinning. It had not been the hardest of slaps. He leaned up once again but had to shift because she was determined to cover herself.

"How could you do that? How could you look at me? You took my clothes off?! After you promised not to force me…and here I catch you after you've had your way with me!"

"I have done nothing of the sort!" He defended himself.

"You took my clothes off!"

"You were sleeping! I wanted you comfortable!"

"You wanted me naked! My brother warned me about men like you!"

"Golden Hope O'Brien! I am your husband!"

"Webster! Gold Hope Webster!"

"Not anymore you're not! You are now an O'Brien. You are now, Gold Raven, my wife!"

"Ah ha! So you did do it!"

"Do what?"

"You con…consu…you had your way with me! And you didn't even give me a chance!"

Incredulous, Red Crow began laughing, shaking his head. "Do you know how many young maidens would love to be you right now? To have me as their husband? Yet, I saved myself for you…and what do I get? A slap and accused of taking advantage of you in your sleep, which I did not do!"

Hope sat holding a pelt before her, eyeing him distrustfully. "How do I know you didn't? I was sleeping."

"Exactly, if I had done what you accuse, you would not have slept through it, I assure you, you would not have."

"Oh…I see." She quieted, now feeling bad about the slap.

"Nothing happened. I promised you didn't I?"

She nodded staring at him by the dim light of the interior. "I'm … well, sorry."

"Apology accepted."

He then rose, naked, right in front of her.

"Ah!" Hope squealed, flopping back and covering her face with the fur. "I wish you wouldn't do that! You're naked! Don't you care?" She shouted beneath the covers.

"I'm your husband, you're my wife. Get used to it."

Hope heard the flap open and peaked out from under the cover to see that he was gone. "Where are you going?" She yelled for him to hear.

"To relieve myself!" He yelled back.

"Oh!" She realized she had to go as well and quickly rose, searching the dwelling for something to put on. She spotted a silky gown that she realized must have come from Josey. Grabbing it, she pulled it over her head and made for the flap. Looking out, she did not see him and rushed down from the wigwam. Stopping at a tree, she relieved herself looking out for him the entire time.

She then stood and dropped the hem of her gown, dashing to the stream where she hiked it up again and splashed herself clean, keeping an eye out that he might catch her in such an undignified state. Not wanting to be caught out or to see him naked in the full light of the morning, she rushed back to the dwelling, found cleansing cloths and dried herself, then she made it back to the bed and covered herself again, face included just as he re-entered.

"Wife, perhaps you would like to-…"

"I went already." She answered quickly from beneath the covers.

"When?"

"After you." She replied again, still hiding.

"Why are you hiding?" He grinned knowingly.

"You're naked!"

"And what's wrong with that?" He answered, climbing back into the bed next to her.

"Please! Cover yourself!" She begged, squealing.

"Okay." He complied.

Hope's head popped out with her eyes wide. "You're a devil, Joseph Avery O'Brien. One who has no mercy for my discomfort."

"Not true. If I am the devil, it is only your heart that I wish, and perhaps…your soul, to possess." He returned softly, reaching over and turning her face towards him.

"Is the sight of me really so hard to bear? Is there nothing about me that moves you to wish for my touch? My attention? My love, our marriage…and what there is to share in it? Nothing?"

Hope remained silent, her mind working.

"Well?"

"I suppose – I could have done worse…you're strong. You can fight. You're a leader. I suppose since I married you, I might as well let you consume. So…come on, do it … get it over with, then you can help me look for my brother."

“
The word is consummate, not consume, I do not want to devour you quite in that way. So, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not hurry. This is our time; I don't wish to go into it with your brother on my mind."

"Well, how long is it going to take?" She asked, concerned.

Red Crow tossed aside the cover and shot out of the wigwam. Stunned and wondering what could be wrong with him, Hope stared at the closed flap.

"Now what did I say that was so wrong?" She asked aloud. Rising from the bed, she followed him outside. Standing next to the flap, she searched the area looking for him, bracing herself for his nudity. He was laying next to the stream, to her relief, wearing a loin cloth. With his hands beneath his head, he stared up at the sky. Fog and mist surrounded them. "Why did you leave? Why are you upset?" For the moment, he ignored her, trying to reason out his own anger. He knew that she did not love him yet, but the least that she could do, was give them time together without putting pressure on him about her brother.

"Well…are you going to just lay there?" Still he gave no reply. She waited.

She looked around and wondered what she was doing there and how she had gotten herself into this mess.
'I have things to do, I don't have time for the burdens of a man.'
Her eyes went back to him again, he had not moved.

"All things considered, you don't need me here to do that. I'll be heading back to the village now." She barely made a move before he reacted. "You'll go nowhere!" He ordered, now on his feet. The extent of his frustration and resentment was clear.

"Look, I've done what you wanted me to do. I married you. If you're unwilling to con-summ-ate it…that's your problem. I have better things to do than wait around for you to do your part. My brother is out there, you promised to go look for him, but said you needed this…" She flapped her arms in frustration. "This together time first…to…con-summate or whatever it is you men need to do! Well here I am, again I give in. If you're not going to do anything – I'd just as-…"

She sucked in shocked as he rushed up on her. Grabbing her arms tightly, squeezing because of his anger, he warned her through clenched teeth. "You will respect me as your husband. You will watch your tongue and how you speak to me. And, you will give me this time without another word of your brother."

"You're hurting me." She informed him calmly.

"And you – are hurting me." He informed her in return. "All I want to do is love you." He softened his grip. "Can you not at the very least, allow me this time as my wife?"

"Maybe – this was a mistake…maybe, the Gods were wrong, maybe-…"

He cut her off with a kiss, holding her tightly to him. Snatching his mouth away, he pleaded. "Give – us – time! Give what we were meant to be…time."

She stared up at him. So badly, she wanted to say,
'I don't have time.'
But she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Please?" He asked softly.

Hope nodded.

Red Crow lifted the flap for her to enter, and came in behind her. Walking to their bed, she turned to find him close. There she waited without another word. Red Crow gathered her gown in his hands and lifted it up and off, tossing it aside. Hope stood brave, acquiescent.

"Touch me." He commanded softly. Her hand rose to lay against his hard chest, caressing him. "Are you afraid?" He asked. Hope shook her head, lying she said. "No."

"I want to kiss you. To enjoy it…you only need to breathe softly, gently from your nose, don't hold your breath…(He lowered placing soft
pecks on her nose, then her lips)… no matter…how long…I kiss you…-(he kissed her again on the lips)-…don't stop breathing."

Wrapping his arms around her again, he went slow, giving her time to adjust to what he was trying to make her feel. Kisses, slow, gentle and seductive. Hope followed his instructions, closed her eyes and gave over to the sensations.

One moment they were standing, wrapped in each other's arms, growing dizzy with passion, and the next, he was carefully lowering her to their bed. Lying together exactly as he desired them to be, the kissing resumed. His fingers lightly guided her, placed on her cheek, his mouth made love to her mouth. Once she caught on to the flow of kissing, his hand began moving as did his lips on hers; his fingertips tracing and sending tiny tingling sensations where they traveled and caressed. Under her chin, down her own lips as well…tasting him back in return.

"Touch me." He whispered.

She was glad to; his skin was wonderful to touch. She could also feel something hard, long and probing. He was rubbing against her hip, something about that made her feel increasingly warm, growing increasingly moist down below…followed by a pulsating throb. Soon their bodies were rubbing and moving against each other. Hope gave a startled gasp as his large hand cupped her breast. She whimpered as her aching turned to an urgent need. Her body started moving towards him, her hips rocking up, squirming for him to do something more.

"Oooh…something's….happening…to me." She panted.

"I'm happening…to you….I love you…I've waited for this… waited so long…so long."

She moaned, "Please," having no idea as to why.

"Nooo, not yet…not yet."

Moreover, he continued to explore her. One hand at her head, as she turned nibbling at his thumb, kissing his palm…her mind spinning with the steady growing craze he refused to end. Instead, he was toying with her hardened nipple, his fingertips working the sensitive point to make her pant more vocally. "Oh please…please… what are you doing to me?" He chose that moment to take it into his mouth, sucking first…then letting his tongue flick and taunt. Hope moved onto her back, her hips gyrating until her legs parted. Her hands went to his head, pressing his mouth tighter to her breast, wanting him to bring the entire orb into his mouth. He gave each breast the proper attention before he began traveling again.

"No no… don't stop…o
hhh." She whimpered her body moving and squirming with an excitement she thought would make her cry.

She was grimacing as if in pain. She suddenly shot upright as his fingers went where she never thought they would. She squeezed her thighs shut, trapping his hand there but he continued massaging her private area, stroking and working up a heat that made her eyes roll back. Hope slowly fell back, not realizing she held his wrist there between her legs. Only a moment passed and she relaxed and opened for him again. Her hips rising and rotating with the pace he set. "O-o-o-o-oh." She groaned, thinking any moment she would lose her mind.

Red Crow was determined to bring her pleasure…even if it meant denying himself his own…she would climax first. He would make her crazy for him. He would make her long for no other touch than his. Taking it slow, he started moving down, she did not notice, she was too crazy with the need of release as the torture built. So intense was the throb, she was barely aware of her thighs being parted even more, shocking her into temporary disbelief, where his hand had once been, now his mouth went. Hope's head and shoulders lurched, as a loud, half groan, half cry, escaped her lips. "Nooo! Ohhh – oh – oh – Red … ohmigod! Ohmigod!"

Red Crow held her to him, her legs over his shoulders, his hands locked on her hips as his mouth and tongue pushed her over the edge. She screamed out as her body jerked and convulsed as if she was being electrocuted. On and on he continued, laving and loving her…high from the taste of her. With sensation after sensation jetting through her uncontrollably, she started pushing him away, whimpering as the slightest touch from him made her shiver with her lower region jerking from hypersensitivity.

Dazed with an animal hunger himself, Red Crow rose above his wife feeling himself heavy and swollen. He ached to enter her, as her body quivered with spasms; he positioned himself for entrance just as Hope was calming down enough to see. He tried to enter her with one powerful thrust but the first attempt at a clean thrust sent a blinding bolt of pain that made her cry out.

"Joseph…"

"I know…I know." He pushed hard and seated himself as far as he could go. Hope bit into her lip so as not to cry out. What surprised him was that instead of pushing him away, she wrapped her arms around him pulling him closer. She was determined to take him with the hope of giving him as much pleasure as he had given her, despite the discomfort and pain of it. Although she would not cry out, nothing could disguise her expression of pain, feeling his enormity pulsate and stretch her. As he moved, unable to hold himself under control, she squealed unable to help it.