Page 9 of One Night with Her Mountain Orc

She nods. Not good enough.

“August, you have to say the words.”

“Okay. I’m saying the words. I want to be in your arms and be touched by you. I want everything you have to offer. And I want to return the favor.”

“No favors here.”

She rolls her eyes, thinking the dark is protecting her from me. But she’s wrong. Every time she blushes or makes a pouty face, I see.

“I just mean—I want this. I want you. Please.” Gods, that word on her lips again. And with that word, I dive back in, pushing her legs apart. She giggles nervously, and I make eye contact with her to make sure she’s comfortable. Her eyes sparkle with delight in the moonlight.

“Anything you need. A break. A pause. A pizza. You just say the word.” This time her laugh is music, true and happy. “We’re going to go slow.”

Running my hands up and down her legs, a review of just a few minutes earlier. But as I reach her hip bones, I grab her panties. “May I?” She nods. I glare.

“Yes,” she says, sounding annoyed I made her say the word. I don’t care. She can be annoyed all she wants. Slowly, I pull her panties down, just to the top of her mound. I layer kisses on her skin, soaking in her scent, her moans. She runs her fingers through my hair, I might be in heaven. Down a little further, I don’t kiss her clit, but I blow air across the top of it, enjoying her shiver and her fingers digging into my hair harder. Yes.

One more pull, and they’re off completely. My hands trace the curve of her inner thigh. So curvy, so sweet. She’s entrancing. I could stay here all night and worship at the entrance to her pleasure. I drape her legs carefully over my shoulders and nestle down. Her uninjured foot pushes me down into her. I love this—that she needs me like I need her. Smiling, I whisper, “I’m taking my time, little goat. Patience is a virtue.”

“I don’t have any virtues. And I don’t care to cultivate any. Please.” Groaning, I give in, and take her in my mouth. The gasp that escapes her lips as she spreads her legs even wider, making room for my head and shoulders, sends a shiver of delight down my spine. Damn.

“You taste delicious.” I moan against her, then continue to tongue her clit, her lips, her slit. She pants, whimpers, whispers my name. My hands travel north, clasping her breasts, one in each hand, tweaking her sweet pink nipples. She says my name louder. Music to my ears.

Coming up to check in with her, I pull her top off, exposing her sweet, round breasts to the moonlight. “You are perfect. I hope you know that.” She smiles a shy smile, runs her fingers lightly over my shoulders. “I know this is stretching your comfort zone. First the mountain, now an orc. Relax. I’m going to take care of you. I Promise.”

In response, August arches her back toward me. I oblige, taking her breast in my mouth, leaning in against her center. She rubs against me, and I want to come right now. I want to roar in the pleasure she brings me. Spill myself to her, in her. Her softness, sounds, sweet flesh, every bit of her is almost too much. Together, it’s painful to hold on to my senses.

I make my way back down to her center, sucking and licking with a fervor that has her panting my name with every breath. I don’t stop. Don’t let up. I need her to come almost as much as she needs it.

We don’t wait long. Her pleasure comes in waves. My hands grasp at her, holding her tight. Her hands push against my head, trying to get me off her. I grudgingly oblige, but I stay right there between her thighs as her body bucks with pleasure.

“Bjorn. I don’t even know what to say,” she whispers, emotion choking her voice.

“You don’t have to say anything.” I crawl up next to her, hold her against me. “This is just a taste of what’s in store for you.”

“Reciprocation?” She asks, but her voice is quiet, sleepy already. Kissing the back of her head, I pull the blankets over us.

“You’ve had a long day. Rest, little goat. We have all the days ahead of us.” There’s no answer. She’s already asleep. I smile, thanking the universe for the moment of bliss, hoping it will last. I’ve never been happier. How do I hold on to this, her, without fucking it up?

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