Blue Eyes, if you do not know the way, we must do it the Comanche way."
"Well…yes, I suppose. It's just that I--Hunter?" He bent his dark head and trailed his lips to her other breast, nibbling and nudging her rigidly cupped fingers. "H-Hunter?"
"Be easy," he whispered. "It is well." He dipped his tongue between her knuckles, searching for the sensitive, throbbing nubbin that she guarded so protectively. When his plunging tongue grazed what he sought, she snapped taut. He made another pass and another. A cry crawled up her throat. She couldn't think when he did this.
"It is mine," he whispered raggedly. "Give it to me. No pain, little one. Trust me."
As if of their own volition, her fingers parted. Her rosy nipple popped through, its pebbled peak thrusting upward eagerly to meet him. Hunter seized it gently between his teeth and worried it until she began to shiver and moan. His uncertainty fled. No matter how odd her customs, her body, though more lovely than most, responded like any other.
"Well…yes, I suppose. It's just that I--Hunter?" He bent his dark head and trailed his lips to her other breast, nibbling and nudging her rigidly cupped fingers. "H-Hunter?"
"Be easy," he whispered. "It is well." He dipped his tongue between her knuckles, searching for the sensitive, throbbing nubbin that she guarded so protectively. When his plunging tongue grazed what he sought, she snapped taut. He made another pass and another. A cry crawled up her throat. She couldn't think when he did this.
"It is mine," he whispered raggedly. "Give it to me. No pain, little one. Trust me."
As if of their own volition, her fingers parted. Her rosy nipple popped through, its pebbled peak thrusting upward eagerly to meet him. Hunter seized it gently between his teeth and worried it until she began to shiver and moan. His uncertainty fled. No matter how odd her customs, her body, though more lovely than most, responded like any other.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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