Chapter Twenty-One Douglas
I do my damndest to stay in my happy haze, but I suppose I’ve been alone too long and doubting myself too much to remain there indefinitely. I remember bathing with Nicola just a few times early on in our marriage when we were both insatiable with the newness of lovemaking. For a bit, we were more like rutting beasts than sensible creatures.
But I remember she wanted the lights off, candles lit, and even in the throes of passion there was a noticeable hint of reserve —from both of us. Nicola needed privacy before and after the act, as if her body was something to hide from her husband’s eyes or the proof of our lovemaking was unpleasant. I remember wanting to explore her freshly spent body, boneless with orgasm, and yet when she turned away or covered herself, I never protested.
And we were wed then, partners, mates, supposed to see each other in all weakness and glory, one heart, one flesh. Sure, some mates may be shy at first, but with time and clear proof of affection and trust, that shyness should fade. Months later it wasn't better; it was worse.
Georgia’s deep, frantic kiss, given with traces of my cum still on her body, jars me back to a new reality.
She isn’t shy with me. She isn’t holding back.
Good. I don’t want to hold back, either.
We don’t turn off the lights in the bathroom, but tumble into the shower amid kisses that reawaken my cock, stealing glances at each other in the bright golden-white light of the bulbs above the vanity-style sink.
For an Orc in my forties, I feel a surge of pride when I’m ready to give my lover another round so quickly... even if my soldier’s service won’t be needed.
“Is this a good size?” Georgia gestures to the bathroom and the tub that we’re standing in, now doubled in size thanks to her magical efforts. “I hope so, because this is all my magic can do right now. It’s a little hard to focus,” she admits, fingers tracing over my chest.
“It’s grand. Big enough for what I want to do.”
“What’s that?”
I sink easily to my knees on the wet porcelain floor of the large tub, looking up at my goddess, now sprinkled with steamy droplets of water, her blonde hair turning dark from the shower’s cascade. “You need to stand a bit closer,” I smirk.
Georgia moans and hesitates. “I’m... Want me to clean up a little first?” she asks.
She didn’t say no. She’s not asking me to stop.
“Why?” I push boundaries—and this time I feel like it’ll be a long, long way to go until I find any.
“Because you made me come a million times, and I’m a soaking mess.” Georgia leans on one leg, hand on her hip.
Oooh. Sassy wee thing.
“So? That’s why I want you to sit here.” I tap my chin and widen my smile. “What good is making you so sweet and juicy if I don’t get a taste?”
Georgia’s hand moves to her breast, cupping it, squeezing it as she stands above me. “I guess it’s okay. Not like I’m ‘full.’ We didn’t actually...” she pauses, cheeks pink with heat, but I don’t think she’s embarrassed.
What’s more, neither am I. “You think I won’t lick you with your cunny full of my cream?” I feel the dark chuckle rise from my chest without any warning. “Not true. Can’t you tell how much I like marking you, love? I like being marked by you just as much.”
Her hand moves more insistently on her breast, rolling the nipple. She scoots the few steps needed to close the difference between us and easily fits her sex over my hungry mouth.
My fantasy of worshiping my sweet, wet Georgia while gentle showers rain on us creating steamy air thick with the scent of her arousal is coming true.
I didn’t know just how Georgia would add to that fantasy, but she builds it with ease, moaning as she squirms and rocks on my chin and mouth while my tongue parts her labia and slips inside of her, then slides back outside to flick against her clit. One of her hands anchors to my scalp so she can grind even better.
We moan in perfect, sultry unison.
And then— Oh, God, I don’t know what I did to please Him, but I must’ve done something right—because my lover starts to talk, panting in a whisper that’s pure erotica.
My Georgia could sell the dictionary as a slutty romance if she read it out in the voice that’s currently throbbing in my ears.
“Mm, Douglas. Douglas, God. So good. Slide inside me, deeper. Deeper.”
I obey, my tongue sliding into her tunnel and my head rocking from side to side to worry her delicate nub of flesh with my upper lip.
“You would really cum in my pussy and still go down? After?”
“Mmhmm. And see you gush it out as I made you come again and again.”
“That’s so hot. Douglas... God, I love that. I love... I love someone who won’t hold back with me,” she moans, scooting forward. My tusks dig into her innermost thighs where they surround her nether lips. My tongue reaches out and licks the tighter second opening, the taboo, forbidden spot that I know I’ll never enjoy since the size of my cock would probably be painful there.
Georgia jumps, and her moan slides down the octave until it seems to wrap itself around my cock, her hedonistic sounds stroking me. “Was that an accident?”
“No.”
She stills for a minute. “Virgins aren’t supposed to be like me,” she suddenly whispers.
There is something pained in her voice that hurts my heart. I rock back, pulling my mouth away from its juicy hiding spot to stare up at her with concerned eyes.
“Like you? How? You’re perfect. Tell me who says otherwise, and I’ll bring you his scalp for a coffee filter.”
“Ew, no. But also—the ferocious defending is so hot.” Georgia backs up enough to bend down and kiss me long and deep, swirling her tongue with mine.
I can’t hold back anymore. My fist starts pumping around my cock as I think of the easy way she kissed me, of the sinfully sweet way she licked her tongue against mine, sharing her delectable nectar with me.
“Tell me who made you believe that lie?” I demand when I can speak again.
“No one. Me, I guess. I’m not experienced. I shouldn’t want... I shouldn’t want anything but the basics, right? But the thought of you in all three of my holes, the thought of you knotting me and filling me with cum and licking me clean... Oh, God. I’m a mess.”
“No! You’re perfect.” Her fantasies fit with mine. “There’s nothing I don’t want to do with my mate. I want it all. Want to try it all—but all between the two of us. I won’t share you.”
Georgia’s eyes are bright blue stars. “I don’t want to be shared.”
She gives me another hard kiss that leaves me dreaming of forcing her to her knees in front of me so I can plunder her sweet puss right now.
Blue stars burn the hottest, I think to myself while blinking up at her.
With a grunt that sounds more beast than Orc, I push her perfect rump against the wall, brace her thighs against my hands, and then lift them up as she gasps out a shrill cry.
“I’ve got you,” I promise before putting her legs over my shoulders and pinning her to the steamy, slippery wall of the shower.
“Oh, fuck!” her voice is a breathy cry, but not of protest. Her ankles easily lock as her legs dangle down my back. Her eyes are closed, and her hands alternate between rubbing her breasts or clutching greedily at my scalp.
Wants me. Can’t get enough of me.
“My equal,” I purr between licks. She is. I can’t get enough of her, either, and both of us thought we were somehow wrong.
We just weren’t with the right one.
“I want you so much.”
“I want you more,” I say, afraid that it’s true.
“You can have me.”
“Oh, I will, love. I will.”
AFTER GEORGIA PEAKS against my greedy mouth, I’m putty in her hands. I feel as though I’m the one who’s just exploded in bliss, but the utter rager of a hard-on between my thighs is proof that I haven’t. If Georgia wanted to, she could push my back against the tile and mount me.
My less honorable self hopes she does. I know there is no difference, really, between making love with our mouths and hands and making love with other parts.
But to Orcs, there is. Knotting is part of desiring a long life together, of wanting a family. I don’t want to give into lust with something so important—and I don’t want to hurt Georgia by rushing when I’m barely in control of myself.
When she squats above me, fever in her hands and her kisses, I shake my head to clear it. “Wait, precious. We should—”
“I’m waiting until we’re both ready and we have clear heads.” Georgia nods, kissing me as she straddles me.
I roll my fingers into fists so I don’t grab her and shove her wet soft tunnel over my aching cock.
“For now, I hope this gives you an idea of how much I want you.”
Soft, slick petals slide against my shaft as Georgia lies on top of me. Her hips bounce in a slow, steady rhythm as we resume kissing. I can feel how wet and velvety she is, how her nectar is still flowing, coating me, mixing with my pre-cum...
There’s nothing but the two of us, hot water, lust in my loins, and peace in my heart.
So good I could cry, come, or both, and I don’t fear her rejection for any of those options.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you.”
I breathe out and get lost in the feel of her, knowing it would be even more exquisite if she was wrapped around me, if I were buried inside of her, but also knowing it’s okay that I’m not.
Later.
My orgasm erupts suddenly, as all of my muscles relax. Georgia is pressed to my chest and moans right against my ear as hot spurts coat her thighs and stomach. I’ll never get tired of that sound, or the contented sigh that follows.
I love her.
She loves me.
I get to be in love again. No. I get to be in love. For the first time. Really in love.
“Should I get off of you?” Georgia murmurs, head falling to my chest as she wriggles slightly.
“Not for now.” I close my eyes and rub my hand in slow circles on her back. “Let’s just stay like this for a wee while, my love.”