Warning: Slight Lemons! :)
"I want to taste your sweetness," he whispered gruffly, " may I taste your mouth?"
Pocahontas felt as if she would pass out at any moment, and couldn't even hear his question. She couldn't give Nakoma that satisfaction because she'd never live it down, but she was fading fast. All she heard—rather felt was, heat, radiating off of his muscular body, as she breathed in his woodsy and masculine smell.
"Yes….." she heard herself whisper.
His lips connected with hers as her knees gave way, but he held her strong, and she melted into the softness of his lips. She jumped a little when his tongue touched her lips, sending a shock throughout her body. His tongue demanded entry and she yielded, taken away by the sensation of him plundering her mouth.
A low rumble resonated in his chest and she moaned into his mouth, as he gripped the hair on the back of her head and deepened the kiss. He squeezed her tighter with his other arm wrapped around her waist, as she broke the kiss.
"Kocoum…I" she started.
"Yes love…"
He delved into her mouth again, pulling her tight to him and pushing her towards the side of the nearest tepee and against a tree. She gasped when she felt his hips press against her, and let out a soft moan. "Oh Great Mother, the sounds you make," he murmured against her lips, taking her mouth again.
"HOOT! HOOT! HOOOYYYEEEEEE!"
Pocahontas broke the kiss, and both their heads whipped in the direction of the sound. Apparently they had an audience, as Kocoum's comrades grinned at them, whooping and hollering in support of their fellow warrior.
Pocahontas blushed, turning her face away and hiding in his shoulder. She was ashamed that she allowed herself to become so lost in Kocoum's kiss, so publicly.
"KIWE TE NAT NAW!" Kocoum yelled. The Indian warriors dispersed, but continued to grin and snicker.
He stared at her, with a heaving chest, his hands clenched. Pocahontas stared at her hands and took a step back from him.
"I'm sorry Pocahontas, ignore them. I'm also sorry for taking advantage of you, I should not have done that…," he said as he looked defeated, his hands akimbo.
"No, it's okay Kocoum. I…enjoyed it. Very much," she said shyly, shocked at her honest admonition.
His eyes lit up. He drew her near into a warm hug, his head nuzzling in her neck. After a brief moment he began planting soft kisses along her neck.
"Pocahontas, you smell so sweet," he said continuing to kiss her neck and deeply inhaling her scent. She jumped when she felt his tongue make contact with her skin. "OH, you taste sweet too."
Kocoum suckled her neck and she felt his hands slide down her back, cupping her buttocks. She cried out softly as he pulled her thrush against him, and she felt something hard pressing into her stomach.
"Great mother, you make me crazy…mmhmm" he moaned as he ground himself into her again, and she moaned loader, dissolving the erotic fog that consumed them both.
He stepped back, as she crossed her arms in front of her body, visibly shaking from the encounter.
Kocoum slowed his breathing, as he watched Pocahontas, examining her plump lips.
"Tu nak empate see. I'm sorry, are you alright?" he asked looking concerned as he stilled his breathing.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just….I don't know. I feel so, hot."
He smiled at her softly, "As do I. Perhaps it is best that we part now since I seem to have some difficulty controlling myself." He took her hand and kissed it.
"Soon we shall be together my love," he said. She looked into his heartbreakingly gorgeous eyes and nodded, and he soon began to walk towards the north wing of the village.
Pocahontas left out a sigh, and picked up her basket, heading in the direction of her father's tepee.