Comanche Gold by Richard Dawes

eyes. “Let's go back to the
blanket,” she murmured.
    She lay back on the blanket and stretched her
arms up to him. He held back for a moment and gazed hungrily at her
naked body, glistening like ivory in the sunlight. Then he lowered
himself against her, enjoying the way their still-wet bodies slid
along each other. He twisted down and licked the moisture off her
nipples, puckered from the water.
    Catherine ran her fingers along his jaw, down
his corded neck and over his shoulders then gazed up at him
intensely. “Please be gentle,” she whispered. “It's been a long
time.”
    Tucson kissed her slowly and feelingly as his
right hand kneaded her breast. Catherine responded by snaking her
arms around his neck, returning his kiss and finding his tongue
with hers. In spite of the fire running like molten lava through
his veins, Tucson took his time as his lips explored every inch of
her body. Her skin was milk-white and as smooth as silk; and as the
flames of passion ignited deep within her, her white skin began to
glow and throb like snow banking a fiery volcano.
    Tucson lowered himself carefully between her
thighs and gently slid himself inside. Catherine gasped and stared
up at him, her eyes as wide as saucers. He moved excruciatingly
slowly while at the same time kissing her neck, her face and her
lips. Matching his rhythm to hers, Tucson felt her body come alive
with arousal; her hips began to throb faster and more
insistently.
    They mounted the fiery peak together.
Catherine’s head was thrown back and her nails raked over the
muscles of Tucson’s back; Tucson gazed deeply into her eyes as he
carefully timed his own explosion to coincide with hers. She
brought her head up and clamped her mouth over his, her moans
breaking against his lips. Her hips writhed against his as she
locked her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper and
deeper.
    Like a volcano they erupted together in a
flaming torrent of ecstasy. Losing control, Catherine tore her
mouth away from his and sank her teeth into his shoulder. Tucson
held her tightly, once again moving slowly and rhythmically to help
her wring every last bit of pleasure from her climax.
    Finally, Catherine’s head fell back onto the
blanket as her body relaxed and her eyes became clear again. Her
hands were gentle as she reached up and pulled Tucson down and
kissed him, long and deeply. When he pulled away, she smiled up at
him affectionately.
    “I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything quite
like that before,” she murmured.
    * * * *
    Later, after two more bouts of love-making,
Tucson and Catherine lay on the blanket, watching the sun as it
descended toward the crest of the arroyo. She lay with her head
resting on his shoulder and her arm thrown across his stomach.
Totally satisfied, Tucson lay with one hand beneath his head while
the fingers of his other hand ran idly through Catherine’s hair. He
listened to the stream as it splashed over the rocks, the buzzing
of bees as they searched for nectar in a bunch of wildflowers
blossoming nearby, and the steady munching of the two horses as
they grazed on the sweet grass beneath the trees. He couldn’t
remember a time when he had felt so peaceful and relaxed, and – he
had to admit – there was a part of him that wished the moment could
stretch on forever.
    “What are thinking about?” Catherine asked,
her fingers caressing his stomach.
    “About how beautiful you are,” Tucson
responded lazily.
    She propped herself up on an elbow and gazed
down at him. “I already mentioned that you’re different from anyone
I’ve ever met before. And you’re certainly different from any
gunman I’ve ever seen or heard of.”
    “You mean you don’t classify me with the
likes of Wolf Cabot?” he asked playfully.
    “My god...!” she shuddered. “Wolf Cabot was
an animal.” Then more seriously, she said, “But that’s what I
mean...you can’t be put in the same category as any other gunman
I’ve seen.” Her hand