Page 22 of One Night with Her Untamed Orc
The tension of our moves is delicious, and yet I yearn to pound hard into her. I’m halfway up, out of the chair, when she stills me with her hand. “Stay here.”
“It’s confining.”
“That’s part of the fun.” I sit again, she pushes me back, straightening one leg behind her. I let my hand run the length of her thigh and up again. Her toes have purchase on the floor, pushing her.
“My clever girl,” I say before kissing her hard. Pouring all of me into her. Wanting her to feel as cherished as she is.
It doesn’t take long for her breathing to pick up, her pace more frantic. I match her thrust for thrust, pushing hard against the chair until she explodes. I roar her name into the firelight as I follow.
My reading chair creaks, groans, then gives out. An explosion of wood and fabric leaves us on the floor. It takes a minute for me to gather my senses, but Emma is already laughing. “I guess sex in the chairs is a bad idea.”
“No, it was a fantastic idea. I just need to invest in sturdier chairs.”
Once we and the chair debris are cleaned up, Emma straightens her papers back into her binder at the kitchen counter while I make us hot cocoa.
“If finishing this book baby is so satisfying, what will it be like when we actually have a baby?” She looks up at me, eyes shining in delight. The cocoa mugs drop to the floor, second explosion of the night. I don’t feel the hot chocolate or the pottery shards on my feet.
“Are you saying—?” The words refuse to form in my mouth. She nods ecstatically.
I scoop her up into my arms and spin her around the room. “Our very own pumpkin,” I whisper in awe.
“Well, I hope he’s green, not orange. But yes.”
“I love you, Emma Lusa.”
“I love you too, Tarik Stormfell.”
