Chapter 15 #2
My heart was thundering in anticipation as he lowered his mouth to my breast and caught the nipple between his teeth through the fabric of my shirt. I moaned, digging my fingers into his hair to hold him there as he reached between my legs and slid his fingers down my panties.
He gently fingered me, sliding his thick digits through my slick heat as we stood there, our breaths mingling.
I could feel the calluses on his fingers, the roughness that reminded me of the strength he possessed.
It was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through me as I grew more and more aroused.
“Gods, Riven,” he growled, his voice deep and raspy against my throat. “The scent of your arousal is driving me mad.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the pressure building as I squirmed against him. He removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, his eyes locked onto mine as his tongue flicked across them, gathering my arousal.
Oh God.
Would I ever get tired of this male and the things he could make me feel? In the two months we’d been together, we hadn’t become bored yet with our lovemaking, and my pulse thundered with need.
Abydos began to undress me, his massive hands gentle as he lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my breasts.
He worshiped them as he had before, only this time there was no shirt in his way.
He took each nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing until I was writhing against him.
He touched every inch of me, his hands trailing down my sides, over my hips, and finally, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor.
I was naked before him, and the way he looked at me made me feel like the most beautiful creature in the world.
He didn’t see my scars any more than I saw his.
This was just Abydos, and now that he’d capped his tusk and had no reason to torture himself, those scars had been relegated to his past. Just like mine.
I wanted to touch him too, to feel the power in his body, so I reached for his cock. It was still wet from my earlier ministrations, or perhaps the cinnamon-spiced seed leaking from the tip.
I stroked him, my hand barely able to wrap around his ridged girth.
He groaned, a deep, primal sound that echoed through the room, and I thought perhaps we were going to start with a mutual masturbation session. Should have known he would surprise me.
Because with a firm grip on my hips, Abydos suddenly pulled away and guided me over to the floor-to-ceiling window.
He crowded behind me, pushing me against the cool glass, making me gasp.
Far in the distance, we could see lightning in the clouds as the storm rolled closer, and Abydos lifted my palms to spread them against the glass.
The contrast between the chill of the window and the heat of his body behind me sending shivers of anticipation through me.
My heart was in my throat as he stepped back, pulling my hips back as well, nudging my legs apart. What was he—
And then he knelt behind me, so I could feel his breath on my most sensitive skin.
When he licked my pussy from that position, his thick, ridged tongue sliding from my clit to my anus, I gasped, my body arching in response.
When he slid two fingers inside of me, I groaned and pressed backward, trying to reach them deeper.
This position was different than I was used to, and without his palm cupping my clitoris and providing pressure there, I felt as if I were on the edge with no way to fall forward. I whimpered as he twisted his hand to curl his fingers forward, providing that pressure from the inside.
Then he lifted one of my legs so I had to balance on the other, but it allowed him to reach my clitoris with his tongue. Thank you, God!
The combination of his fingers inside me and his tongue teasing my most sensitive spot was overwhelming.
I pushed against his mouth, writhing and moaning as my orgasm crashed over me.
My body convulsed, and I collapsed against the cool glass, my breath fogging up the window as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
Far out at sea, lightning lit the clouds.
Gently, Abydos lifted me away from the window, his strong hands steady and sure.
He lowered me to the floor, positioning me on my hands and knees as my limbs shook from the aftermath of that climax.
The room was filled with the distant rumble of thunder, the explosive imagery outside mirroring our own storm of desire and need.
Abydos was still kneeling behind me, his massive cock pressing at my entrance.
My inner muscles were still spasming, but I knew what was coming, and couldn’t wait.
As he began to push inside me, I rocked back, forcing him deeper, faster.
And I gasped, the sensation of his thick, ridged cock stretching me as fulfilling as always.
When his hips slammed into my ass and his cock was fully seated, my body responded with the anticipated instant orgasm, my inner muscles clamping down on him, trying to pull him deeper.
"Oh God," I whimpered, my fingers curling against the floor as I tried to steady myself. “Yes.” The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, every ridge of his cock sending shockwaves through my body.
Then, before my climax had begun to subside, Abydos began to move, his hips thrusting slowly and deliberately.
The sensation of him filling me from behind was exquisite, each ridge of his cock rubbing against every sensitive spot inside me.
With his length, he could reach that spot behind my clitoris that drove me wild.
I could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out, the friction building a heat that threatened to consume me.
I rocked back to meet his thrusts, our bodies moving in sync.
The sound of our skin coming together filled the room, punctuated by the distant thunder.
Each thrust sent me spiraling, the pleasure building higher and higher—or maybe my orgasm had never really ended.
The distant storm, visible from my position on my hands and knees in front of the window, seemed to echo our own crescendo.
Abydos's hands roamed over my body, caressing my hips, my back, my breasts, driving me wild with his touch. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the ridges becoming more pronounced as his own pleasure grew. The sensation was, as always, completely remarkable and wholly fulfilling.
The storm outside grew closer, the lightning illuminating the room in brilliant flashes, and I briefly hoped it wouldn’t ruin our friends’ celebration. Every time Abydos thrust into me, I felt a jolt of pleasure that was almost electrifying, syncing with the storm's fury.
"Abydos," I moaned, my voice a plea and a praise all at once. The way he filled me, the way his cock stretched me, was overwhelming. I could feel every ridge, every contour of him, as if we were made to fit together perfectly.
We were Mates. Of course we were.
His hands gripped my hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The sound of his ragged breaths mixed with the thunder outside, creating a symphony of raw desire and nature's chaos. With each thrust, I could feel him going deeper, hitting spots that made me see stars.
“My radiance,” he groaned. “My dkaar.”
“Yours. Oh God, Abydos, yours.”
“My pretty little human. My good little Mate, who is going to come on my cock again.” He grunted with another thrust. “Aren’t you?”
I think my response was barely more than a whimper as I began to pant, my body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure building inside me.
The friction of his cock, the rhythmic movement, the heat of our bodies—it was all too much.
The pressure built until it was almost unbearable…
and then Abydos leaned forward, reaching around to press his fingertips against my clitoris.
That was what I needed, and with a wordless scream that matched the storm, I fell over the cliff.
My orgasm ripped through me, my inner muscles clamping down on his cock, pulsing with each wave of pleasure.
The world around me blurred, everything fading away except for the intensity of the moment, the feel of Abydos inside me, the storm within me matching the distant lightning.
Abydos groaned, his body tensing behind me as he found his own release. His cock throbbed inside me, each pulse sending another wave of pleasure through me. His cum filled me, leaking down my thighs, the sensation of being filled completely making me moan with satisfaction.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies locked together, riding out the last tremors of our mutual pleasure.
Yes.
Finally, Abydos’s breathing returned to normal—mine would be some time yet, I guessed—and he gently withdrew. I whimpered as the sensations overloaded my uber-sensitive core, and he chuckled before pressing my legs together to hold in as much of his cum as possible.
Since we’d already had the children—sorry, kitlings—conversation, and decided I would stay on my IUD for a bit longer, I had to assume he was more concerned with the state of the wooden floors. Thus I was smirking when he gathered me to him.
“What?” he demanded as he stood in one fluid motion, cradling me in his arms. I hoped this meant a shower was in our future.
But I shrugged and traced a finger down his upper arm. “I was just thinking how neat you are. Not just organized, but…fun. You don’t need all this luxury, you don’t overspend, and you’re satisfied with simple pleasures.”
And he didn’t want to make more work for his cleaning ladies.
He huffed and nuzzled his tusk along my temple as he headed toward the bathroom. “That’s because I grew up poor. And why food is so important. I can deal with dirty sheets—I cannot deal with sub-par porkchops.”
Since this was accompanied by a little pinch on my ass, I chuckled and squirmed in his arms. “Yes, sir,” I teased. “So shall I add pork chops to next week’s menu?”
“My pretty little human, you add whatever you want to eat to the menu.” We reached the bathroom, and he reached into the shower to turn it on without dropping me. “I’m just happy to be sharing my meals with you, whatever they are.”
Le sigh. “You really say the most perfect things. It’s one of the many reasons I love you.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I froze, hoping he wouldn’t notice them. Hoping he wouldn’t understand why they were so important.
Or maybe that’s exactly what I wanted.
He hadn’t noticed the words, but he noticed my reaction, and I could see him tracking back to figure out what had caused that. Since accepting one another as Mates, his eyes didn’t glow green as often as they used to, but now they flared as his tongue slid along his tusk in confusion.
“You…love me?” He studied me, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze.
Suddenly feeling too exposed, cradled against his chest, I wriggled my way free, and Abydos slowly lowered me to the floor. But he didn’t release me, and his eyes never left my face.
So I tried to make light of it. “Sure I love you!” I poked his bicep.
“We’re Mated, aren’t we?” Then I blew out a breath, thinking I understood his hesitation.
“Abydos, it’s okay if you don’t love me, or can’t say it yet, really.
I know that to your people, Mates are the same level of commitment as love and marriage are to humans, but I don’t need that—”
My words were cut off with a surprised gasp as his lips closed around mine. This kiss wasn’t desperate, and didn’t taste of arousal…rather, I think he was just trying to gently shut me up.
Sure enough, when Abydos finally pulled away, he was smiling. He looked so different from the angry, hidden male I’d met two months ago, as he beamed down at me.
“I love you, Riven, more than I ever imagined possible. Can you understand that? I expected the best I could hope for was to watch my brothers find happiness. You were the one to make me start longing for that same fulfillment, and then to realize you were the peace I’d been searching for?
” He shook his head ruefully. “Of course I love you, and I’m sorry I haven’t told you yet. ”
My eyes had gone wide, my palm spread across his naked chest as the shower slowly steamed up the bathroom.
“You love me?” I whispered, echoing his earlier words.
He leaned down to nuzzle my temple. “I do. And now that I know you feel the same way—you do, right?”
My disbelieving, “Yes,” was strangled, so I swallowed and tried again, my heart soaring. “I do love you, Abydos,” I whispered. “You’re a remarkable male, and I’m so grateful to be your human.”
He chuckled and gathered me closer. “My Mate.”
I hummed and leaned my cheek against his chest. “Mate.”
“Well then…” He blew out a breath that ruffled my hair. “There’s only one thing to be done. So we can get on with our lives, human and orc.”
“What? Take a shower?” I teased.
His tone was gentle. “No, something more important, Mate. Will you marry me, Riven?”