The Dance

Chapter 119 The Cove

Dear Readers:

An extra little chapter tonight so don't skip over it...there's a little surprise at the end of it. Make sure you've read Chapter 118-More before moving on to this chapter.
-polaris 1401

Matt and Jill ripped at each other's clothing no sooner then they had spread out their blanket in the private cove.  They were like high school lovers in the backseat of a car and nothing more than a tangled web of arms and legs. Jill liked when Matt took the lead in their lovemaking as he wanted nothing more than to pleasure her to her extreme limits. He was wolfish and hungry for her and in return only wanted to hear his name falling off her lips first in soft whispers and then louder as he brought her to the edge and pushed her over. It was clear to the both of them that they compatible in the most primal ways.  It would be the other things in their lives that would provide challenges.

The seclusion that the cove brought was a welcome respite. The trapper shack provided no real privacy other than from the eyes of his family. If he wanted to hear her call out his name, a change of scenery would be necessary.

"I don't want you to leave me." Matt traced the curve of her spine with his finger as she lay facing the water.

"Silly, I'm not leaving you. I'm just going back to Hoonah. I'll see you the next time you come to town." Her voice was melodic and filled with contentment.

"I don't think you understand." Matt paused as she turned to face him. "I want all of you."

"I think you've had all of me." Jill stroked his chest and then moved her hand up to his neck rubbing it softly.

Matt smiled staring into her eyes. "And you are wonderful babe...but I want more."

"Greedy today, are we?" Jill pushed him to his back and straddled him with her legs. She placed her hands just over his shoulders and bent her head close to his biting at his lips. She silenced him with a kiss. "You taste salty."

She could feel his energy building inside him again. She placed her mouth over his again and he welcomed her tongue in deeper. His hands moved to her hips as he slid back into her warmth. She was like a piece of art to him. She danced on him like an artist dances across a canvas with his brush, first slow and methodical and then faster with the frenzy and passion of a man lost in his creation. She arched her back like a piece of finely curved steel pushing herself deeper onto him until she cried out his name and fell on him spent from making love to him a second time.

She curled up in the crook of his shoulder as the sun warmed their naked bodies. She fell asleep next to him as he whispered into her dreams. "Marry me?" He was not yet brave enough to say those words to her aloud in the waking world.

Matthew Jeremiah Brown