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Buck turned and stepped back from Jenny, just looking at her, his loving chocolate gaze almost a physical caress. She watched as his gaze travelled from her face to her pert round breasts and lower to the downy hair covering the secrets of her womanhood, almost able to feel his touch on her body as his eyes caressed her.
“Jen I am no good for you” he spoke his eyes full of liquid apology “Loving me will only hurt you” he paused “hurt us both”
“You are the other half of me Buck, how can you not be good for me” she murmured tears overflowing from her own eyes
“I couldn’t bear it if one day you hated me Jen” he stated flatly, his eyes locked on hers as he tried to make her understand his feelings.
“I would never hate you Buck, even if the entire world scorned us I would still love you dearly” she murmured
“If we finish what we have started here Jen” he lifted a hand to tenderly lift her hair back from her face “I will never let you go Jen” he spoke telling her his intentions
“Buck” she stepped closer to him, her nipples rubbing against his shirt as she looked up at him, her tears trailing mournful streaks down her pale cheeks.
“I love you Buck, I realise now that I came home for you.” she paused and lifted one hand to cup his handsome face “I might have fooled myself for a while into thinking that I came home to be close to father but I know now why I was drawn back here’ she paused watching him intently “the only thing that could hurt me would be if we were to not finish the dance we have started.” She stopped and slid her arms around his waist burrowing against his chest, not wanting to see his denial in his face.
“We were destined to be together Buck from the moment you found me in the Lakota camp, I should have realised that when you fought for me but I didn’t and I am sorry. All I want is to spend my life at your side and I don’t give a damn what the rest of the town thinks” she spoke.
Buck tried one final time to change her mind “What about your father Jen?” he asked quietly
“He knows how I feel Buck, and while he didn’t exactly give his blessing, he did accept my wishes” she paused “I doesn’t matter though even if he didn’t that would not have stopped me. You are my soul mate Buck, nothing can come between us” she looked up into his face searching for some sort of response from him.
Buck looked into her silver gaze and couldn’t resist, he lowered his head to tenderly capture her lush lips kissing her wetly. Bending slightly he lifted her from her feet and aligned their bodies more evenly, her delicate feet at least eight inches from the ground hanging limply as she twined her fingers in his hair, her lips sliding wetly across his. His large hands spanning her waist, sliding lower to cup her buttocks and press her body tighter against his.
Her hands tangled in his soft black hair, moving through his silken tresses to rub erotically across his scalp and neck, pressing his mouth ever closer to her own. Their tongues meeting wetly, his tongue rubbing erotically across her smooth white teeth tasting her. At her gentle gasp he lifted his head, his own eyes passion glazed and heavy lidded with desire. Seeing her flushed cheeks and closed eyes he leaned his head forward to place gentle butterfly kisses on her eyelids, before, as if drawn by an irresistible force his lips returned to her mouth.
She met the return of his lips with as much passion as she had his first kiss, but this time, she trapped his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled gently on the soft flesh, eliciting a soft moan from him, as he drew her closer against him, his tongue trailing across her lips as sweet as honey and begging for him to taste them.
He slid one hand along her torso, gently cupping her lush round breast, his thumb moving to caress the deep pink nipple at its peak, alternately rubbing it erotically and flicking it teasingly. She moaned against his mouth, feelings never before felt coursing through her young body.
Buck lifted his head and watched her as he flicked her pebble hard nipple, watching her tilt her head back and moan her pleasure to the skies, her eyes closed, her arms falling limply at her sides, feeling nothing but the sensation of his hand on her breast. Encouraged by her enjoyment he lifted her higher in his arms, clasping his arms around her waist as he held her, her breasts now level with his face. Smiling wickedly he leant forward and flicked her nipple with his tongue, loving the unreserved moans of pleasure that escaped her lips. Circling her hard nipple with his tongue he sucked as much as he could of her pert young breasts into his mouth, and, hearing her keening moans of pleasure as he repeated the whole exercise with the other breast. Her hands not still for long, she reached up and caressed his head again pushing him ever closer to her aching breasts. Feeling his potent erection against herself, she knew that their dance of love was only just beginning yet still she wondered if it were possible for this to feel any better than it did at the moment, her own secret places feeling moist and swollen, wanting nothing more than to give Buck as much pleasure as he was giving her.
“Buck, Please” she moaned “Please” she moaned over and over unsure what she was asking for yet certain that she needed Buck to help her
“Shhhh Eagle Feather” he soothed her as he slid her back down his body gasping himself as her body rubbed against his throbbing erection “I know it feels so good my darling, but this is just the beginning” he smiled at her look of disappointment and anticipation as he leaned forward to claim her mouth again, at the same time gently swinging her into his strong arms. He stepped out of the buckskin trousers that now pooled around his ankles and carried her from the grove of trees.
His lips never left hers as he strode towards the pond and the sealing of their destiny.
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