Part Four~~~Fire And Desire

Howard swept her up into his arms and carried her away. When they reached a place of moonlight and shadows, far from the camp, he placed Jonell on her feet.
Again he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her, the air seemed to still with the intensity of their feelings for one another.
Jonell gasped with pleasure when Howard slid his hands inside her top and felt the warm weight of her breasts, hardly even aware that he was leaning over her, gently laying her on the ground.
The grass now a soft cushion beneath her, Jonell closed her eyes and enjoyed and accepted the feel of one Howard's warm hands as he crept it into her shorts. She trembled as he slid two fingers upward, setting small fires everywhere his flesh touched hers.
He kissed her gasp of surprise away when he lowered her shorts and panties, then slipped them completely away from her and tossed them aside. Once again his fingers crept up her leg, then cupped the soft, downy patch of hair at the juncture of her thighs.
Jonell's heart raced, and she trembled with pleasure. In her midnight dreams of him, she had felt strangely hot and wet where he was now touching and caressing her, but she had never explored these feelings on her own.
Her breath came in short gasps, and then she lurched and opened her eyes when one of his fingers was suddenly thrust inside of her, causing her a momentary, brief sense of pain, where moments ago there was only pleasure.
Howard drew his lips away, yet he did not withdraw his finger.
"You are a virgin," Howard whispered." Do you still wish to be? Or does your heart cry out to know the feelings of a woman?"
Her heart was throbbing so that Jonell could hardly think. The longer his finger remained, moving softly within her, awakening new desires through out her, she did not know what to say or how to react to the feelings he was causing within her heart and mind.
Howard seemed to understand her silence. She was new to sensuality, and not to disappoint her, he crushed her lips with a fiery kiss, his whole hand now caressing her mound, which had grown moist against his palm.
He could not rush this fierce hunger that was eating away at him, spreading, spreading...
He placed his fingers at the hem of her top and lifted it away from her and over her head. His eyes traced the shape of her firm young breasts. He could not help himself. He leaned over and took one of her breasts between his hands and flicked his tongue over its nipple.
His insides quavered; he had never touched or tasted anything so soft and sweet.
He moved his hands to her other breast and did the same there, aware that she was enjoying this by the way she moaned sweetly, then reached a hand to the back of his head and wove her fingers through his curly hair.
Jonell felt as though she were floating, and all doubts of weather she should allow all of this to happen were washed away. She closed her eyes and tossed her head slowly back and forth, thrilled that he loved her so much already, as she had known that she loved him just as quickly.
They were becoming one.
So caught up in her feelings was she that Jonell seemed hardly aware of when Howard had fully unclothed her and was unclothed himself. As he stood over her to toss his final piece of clothing aside, she looked up at him, admiring his wide shoulders, muscled chest, and the lean lines of his torso.
Her pulse raced as her gaze lowered and she saw the magnificence of his manhood. Although a part of her feared it, since he was so well proportioned, she reached her arms out to him, sighing as he came to her, wrapping her in the warmth of his body.
Jonell gave herself up to the rapture. When one of his hands slipped down and covered a breast, rolling her nipple with his fingers, soft moans repeatedly surfaced from inside her.
She kissed him, clung to him, her pulse racing as she felt his throbbing manhood as it began probing at the center of her desire.
As though practiced, yet truly from instinct, she spread her legs, opening herself more wildly to him, and invitation for him to do what he pleased, and what she mow hungered for.
When he thrust himself deeply inside her, Jonell whimpered against his lip with pain. But the pain was soon replaced with something wonderfully sweet and sensual.
Howard slipped his mouth down from her lips and showered he breasts with feathery kisses. His heart hammered wildly within his chest, his body growing more feverish as the pleasure mounted.
His hands moved down her body until they were cupping her buttocks in a sensual ecstasy of their own. He forced her hips in at his, crushing her against him, her buttocks smooth and soft as she strained into him.
Again he kissed her. He touched his tongue to hers, aflame with longing. Desire washed over her.
Then he paused and leaned away from her. He reached his hands to her hair and smoothed it away from her face. He gazed into her eyes, feeling as though he were looking into her soul, and he experienced something that he had never felt before with other women. It was as though this woman was an extension of himself, as though they were of one heartbeat, one soul.
"I love you," Howard said softly, sending soft butterfly kisses across Jonell's parted lips.
Jonell was startled by his confession, knowing that she could say the same words to him, and they would be true. Somehow, they had been soul mates even before they met eye to eye, and had loved, cheek to cheek.
She placed a gentle hand to his face. "I have always loved you," she whispered, then shuddered with pleasure when he swept her into his arms again and gave her an all-consuming kiss.
Lost forever to this man, she kissed him back passionately, locking her legs around him as he rose over her and plunged himself deeply inside her. She strained her body upward, meeting his eager thrusts, feeling his heartbeat against her own as he held her within his powerful arms.
And then he released her and crawled on his knees around her, placing himself in a position that gave her access to him in a way that made her heart seem to stop, understanding his silent biding as he moved himself closer to her mouth.
She ran her finger up and down his throbbing shaft, then touched the tip of his hardness with her tongue, his sensual moan revealing to her just how much he enjoyed this way of being loved.
Getting herself in a comfortable position, she cupped him within her hand and led him to her lips once again. She swept her tongue around him, over and over again, and took him into her mouth. She could feel his body stiffen, then quaver with pleasure.
Soon he urged her away from him and led her to another new way of lovemaking. He urged her to her knees and soon entered her from behind, filling her where she so throbbed for completion.
She closed her eyes and held her head back, waiting that moment to release, knowing that it was near. Her whole body seemed an extension of her heart, throbbing...throbbing...throbbing...
And then once again they reached that higher plateau of pleasure that rocked and shook them, as though the earth was shaking beneath them.
Exhausted, they fell apart and lay beside on e another on the grass.
"I've never felt so alive," Jonell said, sighing as she gazed lovingly at Howard. "But, what came over me? Why did I allow it?"
Howard placed his hand at her waist and drew her against him, her breasts crushing into his chest.
"What you did was wonderful," he told her, "because it was done out of love. I will cherish these moments. So should you."
I feel so many things," Jonell said, clinging to him, loving him so." "But most of all, I feel an intense happiness. Hold me Howard, hold me tightly. I never want to leave you. Never.