We approached his teepee. It was dusk now. The light of the sun kissed the treetops with its final breath. The tent lit up with a warm glow in the beginnings of darkness. He must have had a fire prepared to keep it warm for us.
Perched in a small meadow, his nomad home felt surrounded by towering pines tickled with aspens of bright color.
My heart still fluttered from our prior vows, made in a similar meadow further down the creek. We had to be close enough to town so a parson could attend. That was important to me as a Christian woman. Though Jesse would have been happy letting the woods be our minister.
He was a tall, broad man. Burly as the bush he trapped in. But that’s what made me love him. His free spirit made him wild, but his heart made him gentle. I clutched his waist and pulled him in closer from the back of his pony. His free hand squeezed my forearm in agreeance.
The horse stopped a few yards from the teepee, and Jesse dismounted. His large hands grasped my waist, and my heart fell to my belly. If this touch made me feel weak, I couldn’t imagine what would happen to me tonight.
I had saved myself for marriage. Never seen a man in its entirety. It was frightening in an exhilarating way. A mystery us girls giggled about in our early years, wondering if the anatomy of a horse would compare. I suppose I would finally know the truth behind closed doors tonight.
Feet firmly planted on the meadow floor, I looked up and found his blue eyes. Locked for a brief moment and followed by a warm, wet kiss. In a swift movement, he whisked me up into his arms. I was surprised by this motion, as I am tall for a woman. He made me feel small and feminine. The way I had always dreamed of feeling by a man.
A few steps forward, he burrowed into the doorway of the teepee where I was met by the fire’s radiant heat. As he put me down, I looked around in the soft light. Pelts lined the ground. Furs of animals only the rich could lie on.
I leaned over to remove my moccasins he gave me when he rushed me to remove them himself. An act demonstrating the kind of kindness that made me fall so hard for him in the first place.
His warm hands met my face, and he pulled in for another kiss. This one longer and drawn out in passion. My heart started to race, and I felt that tickle run down to my loin where it stayed. I came up for air in a nervous giggle, unsure of what to do next.
His large fingers met the buttons of my dress. A man of few words, he whispered, “Are you ready?” I nodded in consent with a timid smile.
He continued button by button until my overcoat fell to the ground. I felt a wave of warmth run through me. He started to untie my corset, finally releasing its rigidity, and my bosoms fell underneath my final layer.
To match me, he began to disrobe, removing his moccasins and button-down shirt. His bare chest was wide and covered in hair. He left his buckskins on, still hiding his lower half, and turned to me again. The touch of his callused fingertips on my bare shoulders made me shiver in pleasure. With a simple movement, he slipped my undercoat off my shoulders, and it dropped to the ground.
I felt my breath leave my body as he saw me for the first time. His eyes lit up with something different I hadn’t seen before. He moved in closer and traced his hand from my face to my neck, and down the side of my chest and waist. Shivers upon shivers filled my being. His touch now electric.
He leaned in for another kiss. His lips left my mouth, and he started placing soft kisses down my neck and onto the top of my chest. I felt his mouth now moving onto my breast. Drawing near to my nipple, I felt the tension bursting within me.
I watched his mouth consume my nipple in a kiss. With suckling motions, I felt his tongue dance and slap across it intentionally. That tickle in my loin grew like a burning fire.
He released the nipple, now wet and hard, to place more soft kisses down my belly toward my loin. I watched him near it, wondering what would happen if his mouth were to meet it. But he continued down my leg instead. Leaving a trail of kisses right down to my feet.
Down on his knees, kissing my feet, I felt like a queen. He was worshipping my body in this moment. He stood to meet my eyes again. His breath now heavier. He leaned in to whisper, “I want to ravage you. But I must take it slow tonight.”
I had no interpretation for its meaning. But I knew I wanted it. I didn’t want slow. I wanted all of him, all at once. I felt myself whisper back, “Take me.”
That look in his eye returned, and he guided me to the ground. My naked body draped over the furs and I liked their touch.
He stood back and slowly dropped his buckskins to the ground. I watched in amazement as his large appendage was exposed. Hard and long, it did, in fact, resemble those horses we giggled about.
Veins bulged from it. I could almost feel its pulse. Beneath his penis hung his sack. I felt a desire to hold it in my palms.
He dropped to his knees and crawled over to me, hovering inches from my body. I felt his heat on my skin. He pressed his mouth into mine, powerful this time. I threw my arms around his bare back and pulled him tight to my breasts. The energy between our bodies was almost unbearable.
The kisses grew fierce and our tongues entangled while our bodies writhed. The breaths grew heavy as he released from our passionate kissing. He pulled up enough to stare down at me. Examining every inch of my skin. I watched him trail me with his eyes burning with desire. He moved his hands to my breasts. Encompassing them completely with his hands. He massaged and squeezed them repeatedly in a rolling motion.
He drew back and returned focus to my legs. I felt him move up my right leg with kisses. Less soft than before; more intentional and determined. He neared my upper thigh, and his gaze shifted. The kisses turned to wet tongue as he moved toward my loin. My chest nearly bursting with anticipation, I released a moan.
His tongue now crested over my thigh and onto my vaginal lips. I felt him there for a moment before entering their space. He explored deeper into my softness. The pleasure so immense it almost hurt. I let out more moans, which seemed to encourage him. He fluttered his tongue back and forth and around like a dog at his meal. He changed from licking to sucking to licking over and over, changing his pace based on my sounds.
I felt a climb in my pleasure; unsure I could handle any more, I felt myself burst into tingles. My body writhing from head to toe in the most incredible release I had ever felt. I felt a scream bellow out of my mouth uncontrollably.
I watched as Jesse noted my climax and shifted his body. He grabbed his cock and softly pushed it into my loin. His eyes locked with mine to interpret my reaction. The pressure felt incredible, and I let out another soft moan. He pushed himself deeper into me, sliding his way into my body. It was a different kind of pleasure. He rocked himself slowly until he was fully inside.
I couldn’t believe the closeness. He was in me. I felt entwined with him the way I always craved. We were one.
He slowly pushed in and out. His gaze unwavering. I watched as his hips thrust in a pattern. His nakedness was far greater than I had imagined. His large frame was powerful and masculine. I watched as certain muscles would expose themselves in his rhythmic movements.
With his warm, heavy breaths on my neck, I felt him go faster. Speeding up his cadence. As he did so, I felt that surge return. Is this happening again? Could my body handle it?
Before I knew it, I felt a return of electric zings through my body. My moans exploded, and I knew Jesse could feel my body tense around him.
A few more thrusts into me, and Jesse’s body tensed. He let out a loud, long moan as he held me tight. I suddenly felt a warm sensation inside my loins. He had also released his pleasure.
Our eyes met again, and he relaxed his body. Falling to the ground next to me. I draped myself over his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He covered us with blankets, and we held each other close in the fire's glow. Whispering our love to each other in the silence of the night.
