Savage Arrow (30 page)

“You must have read my mind,” Jessie said, turning to him.

She climbed on his lap, facing him, her legs straddling him.

In that way he made love with her, thrusting into her as he held her shoulders.

He watched her eyes become filled with rapture as he, too, felt the wonder of their joined bodies. He held his head back, groaning, when he heard her soft, repeated moans with each of his thrusts inside her.

“Let’s make another child,” Jessie murmured, sighing when she felt the euphoria building. “Another son, my husband. I want another son.”

He placed his hands on her waist and slid her down
on her back on the warm blankets, then lifted her skirt. “A son . . . many sons . . .” he said huskily, then with one swift movement was inside her again.

He pressed his lips to her throat, his hands up inside her dress now, caressing her as he felt her open herself more fully to him.

His mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss.

With a moan of ecstasy she gave him back his kiss, clinging to him, her skin quivering with the desire that was spreading through her.

She was, oh, so acutely aware of his familiar body and his ways of making her head spin with joy.

Their bodies strained together.

His hand moved away from her as her body arched toward him, and then they found the ultimate of pleasure again. Afterward they lay quietly together, holding one another.

“It is always so good,” Jessie murmured. “Will it always be this way? When we are older, will we still feel such intense pleasure as we do now?”

“Always, my
mitawin
,” Thunder Horse said thickly. “Always.”

Jessie smiled, for she knew that her future would be filled with the same wonderful moments she was experiencing now.

And she was glad that warring was a thing of the past for the Sioux people. No more savage arrows had to be loosed from the powerful bowstrings of the Sioux warriors!

For now,
ho
, it
was
the best of times for her and her family, and she couldn’t be happier!