Chapter 2
(Play I need You by Leann Rimes or Where is the Love by, Celine Dion) Pocahontas took John's hand and led him to her bed. She stopped at the foot of the bed; she then placed a hand gently on his chest. Under his shirt she could fell the tight muscles that encircled his body. With a steady hand she unbound his shirt, giving herself time to admire his masculine beauty. She was amazed by the massive breath of his shoulders, touching each with a burning fire that was soon to overcome her. She then made a motion for him to sit, of which he obeyed.
John watched spellbound as Pocahontas began to strip out of her clothing, not swiftly but in a seductive fashion that ignited his passion and made his blood boil. She loosened her thick braid of raven with trembling fingers. With a light toss of her head, her long silken strands rippled around her body like a curtain, for she knew how much he loved her hair. With a motion that was enchanting, she began to pull the transparent shift that did little to hide her bewitching curves up over her body. Her body was absolutely beautiful to him; the moon made her skin glow a sweet honey color. She approached the bed and John stood, placing his arms around her. Unable to resist, John stroked a hand over her skin as if to make her a part of him.
Cradling her so as not to hurt her, he lowered her to the bed. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck and he lowered his hungry mouth to her own. His warm hands moved over her body bringing the pleasure of a white heat that grew with caress. He raised himself into position, cradling her hips to his and he then felt the resistance of her maidenhood. In a soft reassuring voice he spoke, " I love you. "
"And I you " she responded close to his ear. She then felt a pain that almost took her breath away, and then suddenly there wasn't any more pain. It was all sweetness and fire; she let out a soft moan when the new sensations she felt grew too hot. She meet the rhythm of him, until tears slid down her face at the brink of rapture. Pocahontas felt John shudder with a soft cry, his release ignited her own ecstasy. With their lips and bodies fused together they had fell into a wonderful bliss. As they lay together, she knew that he had given her the sweetest gift it was in his power to give.