Page 17 of One Night with Her Mountain Orc

Chapter 11

August

I’ve never thoughtabout sex as something comforting. I mean, I know what an orgasm feels like, but it’s never been something that felt like a heavy blanket protecting me against the dangers of the world—or my mind. But Bjorn’s heavy body on mine as he kisses me and strokes my hair is exactly like that. Like I could take a flying leap off Wolf’s Ridge and he would catch me.

He drags his heavy cock down my hip and thigh, spreading his pre-cum. Knowing he’s that hard for me is an aphrodisiac in and of itself. He’s a freaking orc; he could have anybody he wants, and yet he is here with me.

Lid unscrewed off his so-called magic lube, and instantly I am lighter, happier. It has a sweet scent that reminds me of lazy summer days; my favorite. Bjorn digs in with one thick finger and pulls out a dollop of cream that’s thicker than I would have imagined.

“How does this work?”

He winks. That’s all the answer I get. Okay.

Hands rubbed together, he starts at my inner thighs. It doesn’t take me long to lose track of where his hands are. Or his mouth. All I know is they never leave me. His finger rubs my clit, then slides down to where I’m already wet and ready from before.

Hot tongue on my clit leaves me panting and bucking against his face. One thick finger slides in and I lose all self-control or restraint.

“That’s it. Relax. You’re going to be so full.” A second finger slides in. My second orgasm comes on his tongue as I clench his fingers. It’s even more powerful that the first and I have to push his face away from my center.

“Shhh. That’s a good girl. My precious goat.” He pulls his fingers out and puts them in his mouth. He kisses up my body, ignoring my overly sensitive nipples, until he reaches my lips. His kiss is deep, exploring my mouth. Completely distracting from him bumping my leg away to make room for him.

He notches himself at my entrance, pushing in the tiniest bit, and I gasp at the heat and the size of him. The stretch.

Nose to nose, he whispers, “Look at me. Good girl.” A shiver of delight sparkles up my spine every time he says I’m a good girl. “You’re supple. You’re going to stretch your pussy around to take me. It’s going to feel so good.” The last sentence is almost a groan, like he can’t wait any longer. The idea of being in me has him panting with need.

Another kiss, just as deep. He pushes in. Now I’m panting. The stretch is a good pain. The fullness is...like I’m eating the richest, most decadent chocolate cake in the world, and I need more.

“Look at how well you take me. You’re so tight, but you stretch so well.” Another deep kiss. Another thrust.

We work together. One push. Another. Until he’s finally seated to the hilt and my clit is rubbing against him. Whatever moments of uncomfortableness are already a distant memory. Multiple orgasms? Magic lube? I don’t know, but it’s working for me.

“Good girl. Take me more. Milk me.”

That shiver goes up my spine. I clench around him, and before I can move my hips against him, he moans and I think he’s already come.

“Done?” I try not to sound disappointed. But I thought our first time would be more splashy and momentous. He gives a half chuckle at me.

“Not at all, darlin’.” And with that declaration, he moves, sliding in and out of me. Slowly at first. The sensation of him sliding out is an event. And when he thrusts back in, I’m throbbing in delight.

I wrap my legs around him as best I can and hold on to his silvery green muscles as they ripple.

The root of him is perfectly aligned with my clit, and it doesn’t take long for me to find my cliff’s edge again. “Bjorn, I’m close,” I pant.

Those are magic words. He thrusts faster, grunting with each thrust, until he’s coming inside me, and I’m falling apart around him.

He fills me. Fills me more. When I’m done, I push him off me. Away from me. Every nerve ending is on fire in pleasure.

Chuckling, he obliges me, though he swipes a lick at me, licking away the excess cum until I hiss at him.

“You are such a delight, my little goat,” he says as he lies next to me, arm draped over my belly, careful not to brush against my nipples.

“Mm-hmm.” I try to say how much I love him. This. Us together, but sleepiness has overtaken me and I can barely hold on to reality.

I don’t know how long we stay like that. But I’m pretty sure he holds me all night, keeping me safe and warm. And loved.

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