Eagle's Destiny (21 page)

He crawled in through the opening and turned around to close the tent flap.  “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I tried not to let my teeth chatter.  It was cold.

He removed his boots and placed them at the end by the door.  He climbed in next to me, “Babe you are ice cold!  Come here, you’ll be warm in a minute.”  He said and pulled me close.

“Michael?”

“Yes Babe?”  His voice muffled in my neck.

“Thank you for today.  I enjoyed watching you work.”

His squeezed me.  “My pleasure Babe.  And Elizabeth?”

“Yes Michael?”

“Thank you for tonight.”

I giggled and in between his kisses I said, “My pleasure Michael.”

I had no trouble falling asleep quickly.  The fresh air of the day, the wine, the food, and our tender lovemaking had done their jobs. 

I awoke a little while later with Michael pressed tightly up against me, spooning me.  His hand had moved underneath me cupping my breast.  He was definitely naked as I felt his erection pressing against my back.  We were definitely alone.  Yes, I was using my vocabulary in complete sentences, so I knew I was not dreaming.  He was not sleeping either, because his thumb was brushing lightly against my nipple.  The simple stroking of his thumb made my entire body yearn for him.

I turned around to face him.  The darkness did not allow me to see much, but I knew that he was happy with my decision.  No words broke the silence of the night.  Pulling me close, his mouth located mine.  I felt his hardness pressing against my stomach.  My arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders as we kissed.  His tongue probed my mouth and I returned the favor.  His kisses moved down my neck to my breasts.  I pressed his head to my chest.  Sucking and teasing my already sensitive nipples, he brought flashing sensations to me reminding me of the aching need inside.  My legs moved apart and his leg slipped between mine.
 
I leaned my head back; his tongue and mouth were making my head spin. 

“Oh, Michael.”  I broke the silence by whispering his name. 

While his mouth was busy, his hands massaged my stomach and thighs moving closer.  His hand slipped between my legs and found the silky wetness.  “I want to touch you.”  He hoarsely whispered.  I could hear his need in the sound. 

My hips automatically arched toward his fingers as they slowly stroked my responsive nub.

A groan slipped from my mouth and I pushed my hips up toward his
hand.  “Oh,” I cried out. 

Michael’s tongue plunged into my mouth again and his kisses pressed harder.  My mouth separated from his and I ran my lips and tongue down his neck to his chest. 

My hands explored his body.  His stomach was firm and hard and I lightly trailed my hand down his body from his chest, past his abdomen following the thin line of hair under his navel.  I caressed his hardness gently, moving my fingers slowly up and down his length. 

Michael moaned deeply.  “Babe, I can’t control myself tonight, I want you too badly again,” he said softly. 

I nodded slowly, understanding and moved my caresses to his hip.  I was lost in the feelings he was creating in me.  His fingers were nudging me closer and closer to the cliff edge.

I pressed myself against him, my leg moving over his hip.  My breathing accelerated, “Oh Michael.”

He replaced his fingers with his own hardness.  I gasped as he slowly entered and filled me.  I could feel him moving over me and through me.  With his urging, Michael pushed my body further and further to the edge.  I dove off the cliff and soared like the eagle.  Our names were on the other’s lips as we both ascended into the heights.

We lay together fighting to slow our breathing
and our racing hearts
.  He pulled me close as he rolled over.  “I knew it would be you.”  He
softly
whispered, and then covered my face with kisses.  He kissed my lips deeply, “Sleep my love.”

Closing
my eyes
and
secure in his arms
,
I
fell into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I awoke slowly trying to figure out where I was, and then remembered and slowly stretched.  Alone in the sleeping bag, I knew Michael would be up taking pictures.  Searching for my clothes, my panties from yesterday seemed to have disappeared.  I smiled remembering.

After dressing, I stepped outside of the tent.  The air was a little
brisk
and I
pulled
my sweatshirt over my head. 

Michael called down from the stand.  “Good morning sleepy head.  I made some coffee for you, it’s in the thermos.”

I looked up at him and lost all thoughts.  He looked wonderful.  There was the man who loved me last night.  My knees went weak and my stomach started the flipping again.  I looked him up and down,
and
now I knew exactly how his body felt against my skin.

He grinned at me and I wondered if he could read my mind.  “Bring the thermos up, and let’s have some coffee together.”

I nodded fighting the blush rising on my face.  I picked up the thermos and climbed up the rope ladder to where Michael was poised on the edge of the stand.  He took my hands and lifted me onto the platform.  As soon as his hands touched me I felt a rush between the two of us, and it made me take a deep breath. 

His hands caressed both sides of my face as he pulled me in front of him.  His day’s growth of beard felt wonderfully masculine against my face as he slowly kissed me.  Since I needed something to steady my shaky legs, I backed up against the trunk of the tree. 

“Did you sleep okay last night?”  He asked.

I smiled softly.  “Yes.  How about you?” 

I looked up again and found
him
studying me.  His eyes were the color of the morning sky.

Michael wrapped his arms around me.  “I haven’t had a sleep like that it
many years.”  He murmured

His lips found mine again and left a trail of kisses from my mouth to my neck.  Both hands slipped underneath my sweatshirt and tank caressing my back.  One hand slipped to the front of my body while he continued kissing me.  His hand found a breast and he gently kneaded it, brushing his knowledgeable thumb over my nipple. 

A small groan escaped from my lips.  The sensation of heat hit between my legs.  My hands, which had been embracing his back, slipped down lower.  I was glad he wore his jeans so loose that I could slide my hands down his back under his jeans.  He wasn’t wearing briefs under his jeans.  I giggled.

Barely breaking our kiss he whispered, “What is funny?”

My hands still on his butt, “You’re not wearing underwear.”  I smiled and kissed him.

“Sometimes I don’t.”  He teased, “Babe, don’t tell me you’re a prude.”

“How will I know when you’re wearing underwear and when you’re not?”  I teased him back.

Michael grinned at me, “You won’t unless you’re willing to stick your hands down my pants, or you can undress me.” 

Sud
denly we heard a voice below us clearing his throat, “A…” the voice trailed, “hello?”

We pulled apart and Michael leaned over the platform.  I wanted the tree to swallow me. 

“Hey Ranger Tom!”  Michael called to the man below us.  “This is a nice surprise.”

“Hi Michael, do you have a few minutes?  I’d like to talk to you about the shotgun shells you found.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be right down.”  He started climbing down the ladder. 

I tried composing myself.  I knew my face was bright red.  Why wasn’t Michael embarrassed? 

He looked straight at me and grinned, “I’ll hold the ladder for you as soon as I’m down.”

I nodded and followed him down the ladder.  Michael introduced us and we sat on the rocks.  Tom was a tall young man in his early thirties.  He seemed very serious and uncomfortable that he had caught us kissing and doing other things up in the stand. 

After we spoke for a while, Tom relaxed.  He informed us that the rangers had been up here last week and found another set of shells around the stand.  Someone was probably shooting at the eagles.  Although considered part of the reservation, the park rangers still patrolled the area.

“We’re going put a barrier up at the start of the ancillary road that leads up here.  You’ll need to let us know when you’re coming so we can move it for you.  If we block the road we’re hoping whoever is coming up here will
be put off by the long hike.”  Tom explained.

Michael nodded, “Not a problem.”

Tom leaned over and looked at Michael seriously, “Do you still carry your gun?”

Michael nodded again, “Always.”

I looked at him with surprise and shock on my face.  “You carry a gun?”

Michael encircled my waist with his arm and his look was serious, “Only for protection, Babe.”

Tom rose, “I’ll let you get back to what you were doing.” 

Even though he was not smiling when he said it, I thought I caught a glint in his eye as he looked at Michael.  I remained silent.

As the Ranger walked away, Michael followed him and I just buried my face in my knees dying of embarrassment.  Michael came back to me after Tom was out of sight. 

I stood up.  “So, should we break camp?”

Michael pulled me up into his arms he had the same glint in his eye that Tom had.  “No, we don’t need to yet.  It’s still early.”  He led me toward the tent.  He held the tent flap open for me and I went inside.  Michael kicked off his boots and followed me in.  He slipped his t-shirt over his head and threw it in the corner.  “Now where were we?”

I took a sharp intake of breath at the vision of him standing in front of me.  It had been so dark last night that I had no chance to feast my eyes on him.  Grinning, I kneeled down on the sleeping bag.  Michael knelt down in front of me.  I moved to take my sweatshirt off and he caught my hands in his. 

“No, let me,” he said, and in one motion, he pulled both my sweatshirt and tank off over my head.  “I want to look at you.” 

I followed the trail of his eyes.  Next Michael deftly loosened my braid.  As I stayed kneeling in front of him, he lifted my hair so it cascaded down my back.  I heard his audible sigh and it directed my attention back up to his face.  His smile was for me only and his gaze seemed to encompass me completely, which almost made me stop breathing.

I sat back on my heels and slowly danced one hand up the length of his chest to his shoulder.  I traced over his nipple and it immediately responded to my touch by tightening.  I gasped when I saw the red scratch marks on his shoulders. 

“What happened to your shoulders?”  My fingers traced over the marks and my eyes flew to his face, “Did you get tangled up with an animal?”

Michael chuckled as he pulled my other arm to his shoulder, “Yeah, that’s my new hellcat.”

“Your what?”  I puzzled, and then I realized he was referring to me.  I remembered using my nails on him last night.  “Sorry.”  I said hanging my head down and blushing.

Michael lifted my head up slowly with his hand and kissed me softly on the lips.  “I consider it my merit badge.  Come here.”  He laid me back into the sleeping bag,
and
his hand trailed down from my throat to between my breasts
coming
to rest on my jeans button.

I quickly reached up, unbuttoned my jeans, and drew the zipper down.  Michael laughed, “Well you are my hellcat.”

I started wriggling around because there was no way I was going to get my jeans off without help.

“Off” I said. 

Michael helped me kick my jeans off and throw them to the end of the tent. 

“Oh, I like this,” Michael said, “I can see so much more.” 

His fingers trailed around my belly and slipped tentatively under the band of my spare pair of panties.  My lower half immediately tightened with the feel of his fingers.

Shifting my weight around, I pushed Michael on his back, and sat up on my knees straddling his hips.  “So you want to see more?” 

I was happy his face wore a surprise.  I took both of his hands in mine and put his palms to my lips, kissing one and then the other.  I rubbed his knuckles against my breasts.  His lower half responded to me by filling his jeans and I could feel his erection straining against the material.

Michael pulled me down over him so he could kiss my breasts.  I rested on my elbows on either side of his head while his hands and lips teased me.  My hair tumbled around my shoulders and brushed against his chest.  He bit slightly on one nipple and I threw my head back as a moan escaped my lips.  Slowly scooting back to my previous position over him and leaned down for a kiss on his lips.  My lips trailed down his chest and I stopped to tease his taut nipples.  It was his turn to groan.

I continued down his chest and over his stomach.  My tongue stopped just below his belly button.  He watched me with great interest in his eyes.  I sat up and straddled his legs.  My hands fluttered lightly over his zipper.  He leaned up on his elbows.  Reaching down, I slowly unbuttoned his jeans.  Michael’s eyes closed.  I waited for him to open his eyes again and then touched the zipper. 

“We need these off, don’t we?”  I asked. 

Michael just nodded and remained perfectly still watching me.  I hesitated and he understood immediately.  Without wearing briefs, he would be there, and ready when the zipper came down.  Zippers weren’t friendly sometimes.  He unzipped the jeans and moved them down a little.  Michael lay again leaning back on his elbows to watch me further.

I turned my attention to what lay just below my reach.  I slowly inched his jeans over his hips.  The evidence of his excitement was there for me to touch. 

Michael moaned deeply, “Oh Babe.” 

I stroked his length with my fingers, and leaned over to take him in my mouth.  My tongue teased him as he struggled to keep watching.  He lay down flat
,
his hands pushing my hair away from my face as I continued to pleasure him.  The sounds he made coursed through me and I wanted to rub myself against him.  His breathing deepened and became more labored.

Michael pulled at me, “Come here.” 

I inched my way up to him while he slipped the rest of the way out of his jeans.  The jeans too landed in a pile with my clothes.  His lips were against mine as he pushed my mouth open.  Our tongues probed each other and our hands were busy removing my panties. 

Once free of them
, I wrapped one leg around his hips and pressed myself to him.  I had never wanted any man as much as I wanted him.  His body felt wonderful against me and I tried to maneuver myself to bring him closer.

Michael laughed low as he watched me, and he placed his hands on my hips to still my movements.  “We are not anywhere close to that yet.”  He softly spoke into my ear.

I stared into his eyes, and they were twinkling with amusement.  “We’re not?”  I asked.

He shook his head while he pressed me lightly onto my back.  “Oh no, my little Hellcat, not even close.  I’m not done looking.”

Michael lips again traveled down my neck and stopped at my breasts.  His tongue teased me to hard peaks, and his actions caused the heat to rise from the center of my body.  Responding to the involuntary movement of my hips, he stroked the inside of my thighs as I parted my legs for him.

My groans were audible when I arched my back up to make sure his mouth stayed in contact with my breasts.  His lips continued to travel down my body and I fell back against the sleeping bag breathing roughly.

Michael repositioned himself with his shoulders between my legs.  His lips were kissing the inside of my thighs where his hands had been only moments earlier.  I felt his tongue move closer to the very center of my being as the movements of my hips encouraged him. 

My eyes flew open when I realized his goal, “Oh Michael, you don’t have to do that.”  I touched his head with my fingers.

His mouth barely broke its rhythm to answer me, “But I want to taste you.”

“It’s okay Michael, you don’t have to…”  I trailed off, and was barely able to speak when his tongue lapped at my super sensitive button.  My mind broke free from my body while he created waves of pleasure in me all centered in that one tiny spot.  Were the sounds I heard coming from me or from him?  I didn’t know the answer.  I only knew that I did not want him to stop while the heavy intensity built inside of me.

When I felt his fingers inside of me, stroking me, I knew I had to have all of him, now.  My hips pressed against him hard and he moved up over me.  I gasped when we joined because his size surprised me again.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

I nodded as I caressed his face, “You’re kind of big.”

He chuckled, “Big feet too.”

I giggled remembering our feet conversation, “I know.”

He groaned as he moved inside of me, “So tight, so small.” 

His movements took my thoughts away as my hips met his rhythm.  The force of his passion built inside of me again.  I could feel the wave building as if I was surfing and waiting for the waves to swell.  Whoosh, my body exploded, and wave over wave of intensity came crashing over me.