Page 39 of The Orc's Sweetheart
I shake my head. “Nope. Now is not the time for research. We’ve got to get you cleaned up before I lose my mind and repeat this again and again and again.”
“Boo,” Tilly complains with playfully narrowed eyes, pushing her lip out in a pout. She tries to sit up, but I hold her down lightly with a finger to her chest, needing one more look at how beautiful she is when she’s decorated with my seed.
“Let me wipe some of this up,” I say gruffly, yet remain frozen to the spot, unable to move away. “Don’t want it dripping all the way to the shower.”
Tilly’s eyes come into focus and some of the sex fog seems to clear. “Use my dress, I’ll wash it after work. I’m changing into scrubs before leaving anyway.”
“I can run in and grab a towel,” I suggest, but somehow still remain right there, dragging my finger through my spend, circling her nipples and painting little hearts across her glorious tits.
“Nope,” Tilly says, and shakes her head. “If you leave me alone with all this cum I’m going to gorge myself on it.”
I close my eyes and huff a laugh. “Matilda. You can’t go saying things like that. How am I going to function today?”
She pushes onto her elbows and shrugs. “Same as me. We’re both basically going to be useless… until we get to do this again.”
I breathe in deeply and let it out on a big sigh. “Okay. Let’s be practical. I’ll turn around while you clean yourself up. Withyour dress. I can’t see you in only your panties because that will surely result in staying right here and fucking all day.”
Tilly’s brows draw together and she tilts her head to the side. “You like my body that much?”
I make sure to look directly into her warm brown eyes when I say, “Don’t get me started. Your body is the most perfect thing I’ve seen.”
Tilly gives a little happy sigh, then says, “Yours too.”
I square my shoulders and put my hands on my hips. “Okay. I’m going to pull my pants back on and turn around. When I hear your footsteps going into the house, I’ll go inside and carry our breakfast out here. Please come back in scrubs. No dresses. Until our next date of course. But scrubs remind me of work, so it’ll help keep my thoughts clean… cleanish,” I hastily add, because logically I know that my thoughts will remain filthy all day.
“Deal.” Tilly nods. “Now tuck that cock away before I lick it again.”
Tilly and I wordlessly follow the plan, and after her shower, enjoy a great meal together in the garden.
“There’s enough leftovers here to last me all week,” she says from the yellow chair next to my blue one. “What am I going to do with it all?”
I take her hand in mine, feeling oddly nervous after how much we’ve shared today. “Or… I can come back tomorrow morning?”
Tilly turns in her chair, eyebrows raised and a hesitant smile in place. “Yeah?”
I smile back. “Yeah.”
“It’s a date,” she says, rewarding me with a brilliant smile and something essential slips into place in the very depths of my soul.
A thought occurs to me and I take care how I word my question so it doesn’t cause her any offense. “How did you get all the food here anyway? That’s quite a lot to carry, not to mention when you’re injured.”
“Oh, Pierre flew them here,” Tilly says pleasantly.
I blink a couple of times and tamp down the jealousy rearing its ugly head deep down in my gut. “Pierre the gargoyle? Did he fly you here also?”
Tilly shakes her head, still oblivious of the emotions roiling inside of me, and answers brightly, “No, he wasn’t quite as gallant as you when it came to carrying me. Yesterday, he eyed all my bags after he’d rung them up at The Winged Apple, then held out his hand for my basket of goodies from The Flowering Teapot too. Then he just said all gruffly, ‘I trust you can get yourself home’ before taking off. I saw him fly back when I was halfway here and all my shopping was waiting by the door.”
“Next time, I’ll carry them for you.” My voice is low, tone bordering on demanding.
Tilly’s brows furrow, as if I’m not making any sense. “You were with your mom.”
It only takes me a second to think the problem through before I find the perfect solution. “Okay, next time you join Ma and me for dinner, then I carry you and your stuff home.”
“Bodin,” Tilly says, my name a breathy explosion of disbelief.
“Matilda.” Her name is a reprimand. I pull her into my lap and cup her cunt over her scrubs. “My female. I get to take care of you. Will you allow me that honor?”
“Yeah,” she breathes, rocking into my hand.
