The Plains of Passage - Jean M. Auel [37]
“Maybe I’ll be sorry I said this, but you can refuse, you know.” His forehead wrinkled with the effort of trying to explain. “I hope you don’t think you have to be ready every time I am. You aren’t living with the Clan any more.”
“You don’t understand,” Ayla said, shaking her head, trying just as hard to make him understand. “I don’t think I have to be ready. When you give me your signal, I am ready. Maybe it’s because that’s how women of the Clan always behaved. Maybe it’s because you were the one who taught me how wonderful it is to share Pleasures. Maybe it’s because I love you so much, but when you give me your signal, I don’t think about it, I feel it inside. Your signal, your kiss that tells me you want me, makes me want you.”
He was smiling again, with relief and pleasure. “You make me ready, too. Just looking at you.” He bent his head to her, and she reached up to him, molding herself against him as he pressed her tight.
He restrained the impetuous eagerness he felt, though an extraneous feeling of pleasure that he could still feel so eager for her crossed his mind. Some women he’d tired of after a single experience, but with Ayla it always seemed new. He could feel her firm strong body against his, and her arms around his neck. He slid his hands forward and held the sides of her breasts as he bent farther to kiss the curve of her neck.
Ayla removed her arms from around his neck and began to untie her belt, dropping it and all the implements attached to it to the ground. Jondalar reached under her tunic, lifting it as he found the round shapes with the hard, upright nipples. He lifted the tunic farther, exposing a dark pink areola surrounding the raised and sensitive node. Feeling the warm fullness in his hand, he touched the nipple with his tongue, then took it in his mouth and pulled in.
Tingling strings of fire raced to the place deep within as a small moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She could hardly believe how ready she was. Like the dark red mammoth, she felt as though she had been waiting all day and could hardly wait another moment. A fleeting picture of the big russet bull, with his long, curved organ, flashed through her mind. Jondalar let go, and she took hold of the neck opening of her tunic and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion.
He caught his breath at seeing her, caressed her smooth skin, and reached for both full breasts. He fondled one hard nipple, squeezing and rubbing, while he suckled and pulled and nibbled on the other. Ayla felt delightful shocks of excitement, and she closed her eyes as she gave herself up to them. When he stopped the delicious caressing and nuzzling, she kept her eyes closed, and soon she felt herself being kissed. She opened her mouth to admit a gently exploring tongue. When she put her arms around his neck, she could feel the wrinkles of his leather tunic against her still sensitive nipples.
He moved his hands over the smooth skin of her back and felt the movement of her firm muscles. Her immediate response had added to his own ardor, and his hard, erect manhood strained against his clothing.
“Oh, woman!” he breathed. “How I want you.”
“I am ready for you.”
“Just let me get these off,” he said. He unfastened his belt, then pulled his tunic up his back and over his head. Ayla saw the straining bulge, caressed it, and then began untying his drawstring, while he loosened hers. They both stepped out of their leggings and reached for each other, standing close in a long, slow, sensuous kiss. Jondalar quickly scanned the clearing, looking for a place, but Ayla dropped down to her hands and knees, then looked back up at him with a playful smile.
“Your fur may be yellow, and not light brown, but you are the one I choose,” she said.
He smiled back and dropped down behind her. “And your hair isn’t deep red, it’s the color of ripe hay, but it holds something that is, something like a red flower with many petals. But I don’t have a furry trunk to reach you. I’ll have to use