Page 22 of One Night with Her Mountain Orc

Chapter 15

August

Ihaven’t felt contented, safe, in such a long time. I spent a year searching for a home elsewhere, trying to prove to myself I didn’t need anybody. And here I am, home with Bjorn. Nothing could make me happier.

Our bed was delivered today. A big mattress with a beautiful wrought iron headboard. Fluffy pillows and a down comforter—I feel like a princess.

“I’m home!” I hear from behind me.

“Don’t touch the bed!” I yell from the kitchen as Bjorn closes the front door and heads to the bedroom to change. He freezes, turns to stare at me. I’m stirring the pasta sauce on the stove and glaring back at him over my shoulder.

“What was the point of buying a bed if I don’t get to touch it?” He huffs. I keep my lips pinned together, trying my best not to smile.

“Only until you’ve cleaned up. All our new linens are sparkly white. I’d like them to stay that way for a while.” A little shrug of one shoulder causes my shirt to fall to that side, exposing the shoulder. His eyes flare at the sight.

“In that case, why don’t you help me? You know...so I’m up to your standards.” A wink, and then he turns, slowly sauntering down the hallway, pulling his shirt off as he goes, leaving it on the floor. I hear his belt buckle next. Stove off, lid on the pot to keep it warm, I run after him, tackling him as he passes our bed, naked.

Tackle is a generous word. My arms don’t make it around his body. Neither do my legs. I’m more of a splatted frog against his gorgeous, rock hard, dark green backside. Probably the least sexy thing I could have done.

Laughing so hard, neither of us can keep our balance. We fall together in a heap onto our freshly made bed. Feathers fly out from our new down comforter, as well as flowers.

“Where did the lilacs come from?” I smell them more than see them. Crushed purple petals underneath us. The smell is delicious. Bjorn snickers, but then attempts a faux perplexed look.

“How?” I’ve been home for the past hour, listening to music and chopping vegetables for our dinner.

“I snuck in through the window, spread them out, then went back out and around to the door.” Lifting my shirt, just enough to expose my stomach, he sprinkles petals over me as I stare at him, unsure what to think.

“Seriously?”

He nods. “Don’t worry, it’ll be in the paper tomorrow. I saw several people gawking. Told them I forgot my key. Then that I was surprising you.”

“I’m definitely surprised.” Following his lead, I sprinkle purple petals on his body. The colors are beautiful together. “You know, you should wear more lilac. It really suits you, looks good with your skin tone. Maybe you have spring colors.”

“I’ll ask Brann if our next set of uniforms can be purple. I’m sure everyone will love that.” He props himself up on one elbow. His fingers trace lines along my stomach, making a course around the sprinkled petals. It’s funny to watch his thick fingers trace lines, trying not to disturb the petals. I try not to laugh at the gentle tickling sensation that causes me to tense, making all the flowers on me shiver.

“Your body is a field of wonders. Skin so soft.” He places kisses on my exposed skin, nosing my shirt up higher to my breasts. Nipping at the fabric of my bra, then he trails back down to my belly button, then farther south, moving my waistband to kiss the now fabric-wrinkled skin. “Maybe,” he says in his growly voice that makes my panties melt and my insides quiver with desire. “We should break in our new bed and bedding. Then wash up. Then break it in again.”

“Whatever you want,” I gasp out as his hand presses against my mound, a finger finding my clit and applying just enough pressure to make my legs spread wide. Like an automatic door opener.

“Tell me what you want.” His hand lifts. The lack of pressure makes me whimper. His cocky grin is my favorite. The one that says he knows exactly what I want, how to pleasure me.

“Clothes off. Hands. Tongue. Body.” I fight with the words as I tangle myself in my shirt and bra, not wanting to get up to shed my clothes. Bjorn helps me, and his continued gentleness and care continues to astound me.

Clothes shed, I sigh in relief. Delight at the cool spring air, the fresh cotton beneath me. The heat of his body touching mine. “Tongue and hands, huh? Nothing else?” His eyes twinkle in mischief.

Purse my lips together. “I would say yes, but that would be a lie. I want all of you. Always.” And with that declaration, his head disappears between my thighs. He nips one thigh, then licks center to clit and back again. His tongue is one of many talents. I’m not sure how he sucks, licks, penetrates me all at once, but that is what it feels like. Soon, I’m bucking against his mouth, taking my pleasure, leaping high into the clouds.

Bjorn has learned to go hands off once I climax. I need a couple of minutes of no stimulation while I revel in my glory. Then I’m ready to jump on top of him, take his cock inside me, where it sits so perfectly.

Kissing him while we rock together, his hands cup my ass and help slide me up and down the length of him. Never has my heart felt so full to bursting. Never have I felt seen, known, and still desired. This orc, this man, has given himself freely to me. No inhibitions, no reservations, and it’s scary but also so freeing.

We reach the point where we become frantic together. I slide higher, deeper, harder, reveling in every sensation. My second climax comes first, so sensitive. Luckily, he’s right with me, roaring my name into the spring air, pumping hard and fast, until we are both exhausted, sweaty puddles.

“I love you,” I say. Not a sexy whisper, but an awkwardly loud declaration as he cradles me in his arms. The words slip out before I can think through their ramifications. My heart skips a beat, but only one.

“August, I love you, too. You are my sun and my moon. My guiding light through a blizzard, the fog, the starless night.”

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