Tykota's Woman(69)

"Tomorrow-"

She placed a finger across his lips. "Tomorrow will take care of itself. Tonight, we have each other."

He parted her legs, gently stroking her. She tried to pull him to her. She needed no caressing; she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He positioned his hard arousal, knowing he must be gentle with her this, her first, time. She was moist, so he carefully entered her, going in only far enough that he would not cause her pain.

Makinna gasped and tried to move forward, to take more of him, but he gentled her with a hand on the small of her back. The feel of him inside her was golden, magical, something that was meant to be. In that moment, she knew she belonged to him-would always belong to him.

Tykota trembled with the intensity of his desire and love for this woman denied to him. He resisted the urge to give her all of him, knowing she had never been with a man, and he was so big.

"Do not try to hurry it, beloved. Trust me to guide you."

She arched her hips, and he bent forward, touching his mouth to hers. His tongue went around the shape of her lips and then darted inside, arousing her and stealing her breath.

Makinna felt her toes curl, and she whimpered against his mouth. She was sure she would die if he didn't give her more of him.

He eased deeper inside her, slowly, with control. He filled her emptiness with his throbbing erection, joining with her as he had only dreamed of doing.

Tykota did not move, but held himself still inside her, trying to beat down the desire to drive into her.

"Sweet, sweet," he murmured, gathering her to him, holding her closely, raising her body so her breasts were crushed against the hard wall of his chest.

He spoke some words Makinna could not understand, but she understood the soft tone and the huskiness of his voice.

"Tykota, I want-I need..."

"I know, I know," he breathed hotly in her ear. "I know what you need."

He inched forward to the barrier of her maidenhead, and again he told himself she was not his to deflower. But she chose that moment to arch her hips, and he broke through.

She buried her face against his shoulder, and he lifted her chin, pushing her hair out of her face, kissing her lips, whispering, "Let this be the only pain I ever cause you, beloved."

On the small cot in the dusty tack room, Tykota introduced Makinna to feelings she had never dreamed she could feel. She clung to him, riding a wave of impossible desire. Her mouth received his kisses, her body received his, she groaned when he suckled her nipples and stroked her hair. Floating on a sea of hot passion, they both realized that their bodies had been created for each other.

Just when Makinna thought she could not stand the aching tension inside her, Tykota would satisfy that ache and create another. He filled her, stroked the inside of her with his thrusts, and took her to new heights when he pulled back. Soon she understood the rhythm of his sensuous movements, and she thrust forward and pulled back in harmony with him.

The moment was so glorious, so sweet, as he continued to swell inside her, to give her more of himself.

Again he murmured something in his own language in her ear, and she turned to catch his mouth with hers. His kiss was intoxicating as he plunged faster and faster into her. She clung to him, feeling as if she might die from the pressing ache building inside her.

She gasped and trembled with surprise when her body climaxed for him. But Tykota did not stop. He took her to still new heights, pushing more of himself into her, until she had received all his length. When he pulled back and pushed forward, he awoke still deeper sensations.

This time her body erupted with his, and they both trembled. His lips crushed hers, and he whispered hotly in her ear, "Corera con tomac meamore."

Makinna felt as if she were coming out of a silver mist. "What?" she asked, floating on a cloud of sweetness. "What did you say?"

"My heart is yours forever, my love," he replied.

For a long time, they held each other, neither knowing what to say but unwilling to lose these few precious moments they had left. Both also knew torment. Tykota, knowing he could not live without her, and Makinna, knowing that she had to set him free.

"My love for you is so deep, so strong, I cannot put it into words," he said, easing off her and lying at her side.

"I know. I feel the same."

He kissed her deeply, and she clung to him. Finally he untangled his legs from hers and stood. He disappeared only to return with a pail of water. He took Makinna's hand and pulled her to her feet, then gently, tenderly washed her. The intimacy of the act took her breath away.

When he had finished, he helped her into her clothing and kissed her cheek. "This type of clothing is something I will never grow accustomed to."