Chapter Twenty-Eight Expectations
I tell myself not to have too many expectations about tonight, that couples take time to “fit” and learn what they like in bed, even if Douglas and I seem to be breaking some land speed records up till now. I’ve loved everything we’ve tried.
I remind myself it’s the first night of many nights. Just being with him gives me a high like three shots of espresso and some of Georgie’s gingersnap cheesecake.
“Here we are.” Douglas stops in front of the small hotel.
The Crystal Springs Hotel isn’t some big chain and doesn’t radiate luxury, but I’m sure it’s pricey. It has that “out of the way” look. I bite my lip as I wonder if wealthy executives take their assistants here for “long lunches” or if it’s more likely the safe haven for retired couples who want to go leaf-peeping or photograph the gorgeous Endless Mountains, the kind that have money to spend on avoiding crowds and kids.
Douglas doesn’t move.
“Hey. Everything okay?”
“I love you. I wish I wasn’t afraid of mucking this up. D’ye ken? Being too eager or not eager enough?” he asks, his accent so thick I bet a non-Anglo American would need subtitles.
Not me. The accent melts me, especially in the low, barely audible voice. I’ve been snuggled to his side for the short ride. Now, my hand grips his thigh, slipping under his kilt so that we’re skin to skin. “There is no such thing as too eager.” My other hand reaches up to cup his face, to let my thumb slide over his short, hard tusks. My belly jumps, and the wetness pooling inside of me heats and increases. “When you call me ‘mate,’ you light the fire. Already burning for you,” I whisper, my thumb gliding over his lower lip.
“Damn, woman. You make me so weak for you.”
“Maybe that’s a little bit of the problem?” I rove under the kilt, finding his length and stroking lightly, wanting to save the serious foreplay for when I can finally take that huge, thick, green cock knot deep, and then feel that ultimate struggle of taking the knot as well. “You think you’re being weak when all you are is honest and open. Baby, that’s what I want. That’s what you want. And...” I hesitate. Is it tacky to bring this up now, while I’m touching him? Maybe. Sometimes I have no tact, but I almost always get the message across. “No disrespect to Nicola. I know she would never have wanted to hurt you—but she didn’t let you in, and she didn’t know how to let you open up, either. Partners talk plenty about all the little silly things, and they’re not weak.” I sigh and kiss the face now tilting toward me. “You’re just my weakness.”
With a smile, Douglas opens the door.
OUR ROOM IS AT THE end of the long, L-shaped building. Out back, there’s a small lake with dragonflies buzzing lazily across it. Bullfrogs croak. It’s very rustic.
Inside the room, it’s rather rustic, too. There are plaid curtains and a rusty green couch and recliner. A faint musty smell that all houses nestled among the damp woods seem to take on tickles my nose. Douglas hurries to open a window and turns the AC up to blow out the closed-in smell.
I claim a drawer, but I don’t know why. I don’t plan on unpacking much. However, I find a bunch of delivery menus. Those will come in handy. I don’t plan on letting my mate leave the room much.
If that’s selfish of me, I’ll make it up to him later.
“What should we do first?” Douglas murmurs, sliding up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
In this position, I can feel how much larger he is, and oh, God. It’s such a turn-on. I notice it every day, but holding me like this? It sinks in deeper that I’ve finally found an Orc of my own, the one who will hold me in his strong arms. He’s the one who will keep me safe from the lonely feelings that have been growing, the ones I’ve tried to ignore but couldn’t shake.
And maybe if I don’t blow this, I’ll be all of that for Douglas, all of that and more.
“I should kiss you. No one’s ever taken me away for a weekend before.” I twirl in his arms and face him, pulling him in for a kiss.
His hands grip my waist, then knead at my hips. Our kisses turn from something sweet to something decidedly hungry.
The little grunts he makes devouring my mouth, moving down my throat make me ravenous. “Soft little mate.”
I moan. Call me butter and put me in a cast iron, I’m nothing but a puddle. “I love it when you call me that. You make me so soft for you,” I confess.
Douglas moves his hand to cup my mound, rubbing me through my clothes. “Soft here?”
“Soft and supple. Stretchy.” Stretchy isn’t the most romantic word, but I want him to get the hint.
He does, suddenly scooping me up. “Is it too early in the day?” he asks, carrying me to the bed.
“Never, ever too early in the day.” I wink up at him.
“Thank God.”
SOFT LITTLE MATE.
Soft for me.
Soft, sweet little cunny, needing to be stretched inside by something much harder and larger than my fingers.
She’s so perfect for me. Even when I feel like I’m rushing and in the wrong, Georgia’s rushing ahead of me, urging me to speed home to her.
I whip the window shut, slam the blinds and curtains down, and race back to her.
There’s lingerie in her bag, but I don’t let her grab it. I don’t want her to move from this little island in the middle of the bed.
Georgia sits up and rocks her knees over the side of the bed, rising just as I was about to curl up with her. I swallow my moan of frustration and replace it with one of bliss as she helps me off with my kilt and immediately begins to suck my cock.
“You don’t have to,” I whisper before my brain can assert dominance.
Georgia looks up at me with a playful frown. “ Do you like licking my pussy?” she asks in that no-nonsense voice I adore.
“It’s becoming a fixation,” I admit.
“I love sucking on you for a whole bunch of reasons, but I’m not going to go into them now. I’m going to be busy.” And with that, her mouth clamps back down and her eyes close. Mine follow suit. We moan together, her around my shaft and me with my head thrown back, afraid I’ll instantly empty into her. It just feels so amazing, to know that she wants to do this, that she loves me and craves me like I crave her—and she has a mouth like a bloody Hoover.
“Suck me any harder, and I won’t be able to knot you until much later,” I warn.
Instantly, she eases up, hand pumping the part of my shaft that won’t fit in her mouth.
As she moves her head on me, gliding up and down over the tip and the first inch or so after, I pull off my shirt and kick off my shoes. I paw ineffectually at her dress, blocked by her hands and head.
Finally, with an impatient growl, I order, “Let me get your clothes off!”
With a giggle, she pulls back, licking her wet lips, her face flushed and eyes sparkling. “Yes, big hard mate.” Her lips pop each word.
“Fuck. Soft little mate.” I fall beside her, ripping her top when I tug at the shoulder. “Oh! God!” I’m a monster. Not in the Orcish way. I... I don’t even know what to do for a second. When a man rips a woman’s clothes, that shows such impatience and lack of control. It’s probably a definite damper on romance.
Except that Georgia squeals and her blunt little nails dig into my back as she kisses me hard.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper between kisses.
“Don’t do it with my favorite clothes, and you’re a-okay,” she whispers back. Her fingers nudge her soaked panties aside, and Georgia guides my hand to her dripping hot center. With one touch, I can tell that nothing I’ve done has hindered her arousal.
“ This is where I want to go exploring,” I declare. Georgia moans and arches up. God, I don’t have the self-control I did this morning. My fingers move in to probe the depths of her greedy pussy. I stroke her as she whimpers for more. “This is where my mate is so soft and so deep. So wet and ready.” I push until my knuckles are soaked in her juice, feeling for the limit of her tunnel, but I don’t find it. Her tightness clamps against me, especially once I’m in as far as fingers will take me, but I get the impression there’s more room. I can feel the place where her pink walls come together like a curtain, just waiting for something to part them. My mate may look quite human, but inside, she’s built for an Orc’s long, thick cock and made to come all over his knot.
My knot.
“You’re going to welcome me in, to the hilt.” My voice is almost teasing, and I know my eyes must glitter with lust. For a moment, I want to be buried in her soaking depths so badly that I consider ramming in hard, all at once. Thankfully, my other addiction kicks in.
Must taste this wet, warm pussy. Must suck her hard pearl of a clit until she pulses in my mouth.
Fingers still inside, I kiss my way from her shoulder to her breasts, sucking each one in turn while my fingers thrust. When I suck on her nipple with particular ferocity, the dripping pink walls of her slit shudder and spasm on my hand. “Could I make you come like this?” I ask in a musing voice, sucking left, then right as my thumb toys with her clit.
“M-maybe. But, Douglas, please...”
“Soon. I want to taste you first.” I think about saying I want a good look at her pussy too, that I want to memorize how tight it is, how sweet and narrow the little opening is as it grips my fingers.
It would probably be perverse to tell her that the thought of seeing her pussy after she’s been knotted sends blood pounding to my knot, swelling it larger than it’s ever been. I want to see her gaping, with my cum gushing out after I finally soften and slide from her warmth. I want to mark that pussy as mine.
Thankfully, my mouth is full of her soft, arousal-swollen lips at the moment, tasting and nipping at one side, then the other, tusks dragging purposefully across her delicate labia to make her squeal, digging into her soft thighs when I take her clit in my mouth and milk it like I did her nipples.
“More. More... Oh, God, Douglas, more, now !” Georgia grips my hair in one hand and almost screeches in frustration when I make her come with my tongue but leave her aching pussy empty.
“More. Right now.” I promise, easing on top of her.
MY LEGS SETTLE OVER his thighs and clamp down as Douglas pushes his wide, thick crown against my opening. For a moment, there’s an edge of pain as he stretches me, aiming up under my clit. I bite his lip as he kisses me, and the spark of pain turns into a searing fire for a second as he drops his hips hard.
“Ohhhh,” I can’t help the pained moan that escapes, but it soon turns into one of hedonistic delight. “ Ohhh . Oh, God. That’s what it’s like!” I exclaim as inch after inch of thick cock fills me, pressing my softened, receptive walls wide.
“You’re amazing,” Douglas whispers, eyes peeping open one second, scrunched shut in pleasure the next. His chin thrusts forward, jaw flexed tight—he’s the amazing one.
Amazingly big, but just what I need. He goes farther than any finger, tongue, or toy has ever ventured, and the deeper he goes, the tighter I get until I can feel him pressing against my womb. I feel so full that I can’t breathe, and yet only his initial entry caused discomfort. This causes pure satisfaction.
Buried in me, we lay together, complete and full, or complete and smothered inside my wet, grasping walls in his case.
“All right, love?”
“Very all right. Am I as soft as you thought?” I ask with a little smile.
“Softer. And deeper. You take me—” Douglas stops and bounces his hips, “right to the knot.”
“But I want that in me, too” I remind him.
“Aye, I’ll give my mate everything she could ever want.”
“I want you to fuck me. Slow at first. Then faster.” My insides spasm on him, up and down, tight, then relaxed, but I can’t come like this. I need him to take me. Pound me. Make me his.
HER BODY SUCKS ME IN like the ocean swallowing a wave, and just as wet and soul-cleansing. Making love with Georgia is not just about physical pleasure. My soul heals a little bit each time I withdraw and she pulls me back in, wanting me. Loving me.
At first, we’re slow, a tentative inch or two that smoothly glides in and out.
In minutes, she’s clawing at my shoulders, begging for more.
“Harder!”
“Harder,” I vow. I’ll give her what she wants. I push Georgia’s legs from my waist and get to my knees. For a second I can’t breathe, all air vanishing from me as I look at the erotic beauty I’ve landed in my bed and in my life.
She lies on the bed, flushed, bountiful breasts cupped by her desperate hands. One hand slides down as she watches me stare at her, reaching for her clit.
“God, yes. Play with it,” I whisper.
I feel her pussy squeeze and flutter on my cock. I’m not sure if it was my request or her actions as she obeyed, but Georgia’s body liked it.
We’re such a gorgeous contrast, the deep, blood-suffused green of my cock buried in her soaking, slick pink. Her clit perches atop, the stretched flesh underneath elevating it so that it stands out like a cherry on top of her mound.
I grab Georgia’s hand as it heads to her clit, taking it to my mouth. I suck hard on her fingers, then push them to where she needs them most, onto her greedy little pussy.
My hands grip her thighs and push them back to her chest. I want to see every inch possible as I finally take my mate. My bride.
She is mine, even if the world doesn’t officially know it yet.
Her little cries start soft but grow louder with the force of my thrusts.
“Un. Un. Un. Un. Unnnnn . Unngh!” The little grunts escalate, becoming long and drawn out as I end up sliding halfway out of her, then plunging back in, eyes greedy as I drink in the creamy streaks of arousal on my shaft, proof of her desire. I hook one finger in her already taut opening, pushing her limits as I prepare her to take my knot.
“Not yet,” Georgia pushes her hands onto my chest and I respond to her touch at once. I’m surprised when she continues to push, moving to my shoulder.
“Hm?” There’s a horrible moment when I think she wants me off of her, out of her, as if I’ve disappointed her. “I’m rusty, love, I know—”
“You’re fucking incredible. Get on your back so I can ride you as hard as I’ve been dreaming about,” Georgia pants.
“Oh. Yes, love.”
FINALLY. FIN-A-FUCKING -ly.
Imagine living life believing you could only get in a bathtub up to your ankles, and then one day someone introduces you to soaking in a hot tub.
Life. Changing.
Taking Douglas’ whole length inside of me had the same “Oh, my God, this is what I’ve been missing??” effect on me.
Finally full.
Finally feeling connected.
It isn’t just physical; it is like having him joined with me in body also joins us in soul. I give him something sacred, my body and my trust—and he’s so careful with both. In turn, he gives me his grief and his hope, his desire to love and live again. By his enraptured expression and the torrents of sticky but slippery pre-cum flowing from his cock, I’m doing a good job receiving these fragile gifts from my Highland warrior of a mate.
But I want more. I want to look down and see him looking up at me, feel his hands cupping my breasts instead of supporting his weight so he doesn't crush me.
Douglas turns and carefully pulls me with him. Turning with something so huge inside of me is a new sensation—one I like. I moan as Douglas’ cock finds new places inside of me, places I didn’t know would create such exquisite sensations.
“All right?” Douglas asks.
“Amazing,” I whisper back, slowly scooting upright to straddle the gorgeous hunk of Orc beneath me. His cock spears me deep, and pleasure ripples from my center with every little motion. “Oh. Oh, wow. What is... What is that?” I hiss, eyes closed, palms pushing into Douglas’ chest to keep myself upright.
“What?”
“Don’t laugh?”
“I won’t!” The blissful expression vanishes.
“I didn’t know I had a spot inside— deep inside—that was like another g-spot,” I confess. “Like a really, really intense spot.” I move again, starting to figure out how to move with my lover. I gyrate my hips, and the pleasure is intense. I start to move up and down, and the thick crown crushes the hidden spot, the spot I’m going to call the O-spot, for Orc-Spot, because I strongly suspect human women don’t have this secret groove inside of them, and only an Orc’s cock (or a very large toy) could reach it. What’s more—I think I understand why knotting is part of Orc mating. It’s not purely to keep the male’s sperm inside for greater fertilization. As I rock myself to orgasm, I realize that when Douglas’ cock is pressed inside even more deeply and his knot brings another few inches into play, his pulsating tip will ejaculate right against that spot.
I could faint from the pleasure, but I’ll take the risk.
“I’m glad you found it then. I want you to come on me again,” Douglas whispers, stroking my cheek. His hand moves to cup my face. “Am I making this good for you? For real?”
“A thousand percent yes. If it didn’t feel good, I wouldn’t lie and say it did. I’d ask you to change something so it could feel better,” I reassure. “Was it okay that I wanted to ride you?”
“I will always be your faithful steed, m’lady,” he winks.
“There’s a spot that’s so deep inside. Only you can reach it. My fingers never could.” Sitting up straight makes my breath catch and my pussy throb at disco tempos, pounding and squeezing, milking the cum from him.
“Such a sweet, needy pussy,” Douglas groans, one hand pushing his hair from his forehead and the other hand drifting down my chest.
When I lean forward, the pressure is off that insanely good spot, but I feel like there’s a little pocket of space, maybe enough space for him to push in and knot me. For a moment, I wonder if my Orc genes will let me down. It’s already so tight, so full, and I’m taking so much...
But Douglas is right. I have a very needy pussy. It needs orgasms, his cock, his knot, and his cum. Leaning forward so that our lips brush and we capture each other’s every moan, groan, and fevered curse, I rock myself on him.
Sweat and sex drip where we join, and every motion fills the room with a slick slapping sound that’s even louder than our moans. His strong hands push against my hips, helping me slide up and down his slippery length. I relax completely and let him use me, pumping me on him as if he’s jerking himself off, only my insides are his fist.
I may be messed up, but picturing him using my body to make himself come practically explodes me on the spot.
“I’m going to come soon, love,” he whispers in a ragged voice.
“No! No, baby, we’re not done,” I protest, eyes suddenly opening, the cloud of heady fantasy and lewd visions vanishing.
“You didn’t finish?”
“I did.” I have, several times, and they’re rolling out of me with such intensity and so often that I’m just buzzing, awash in pleasure—but waiting. My body knows that even these gut-twisting peaks aren’t the highest height. There’s more.
I need his knot.
“I don’t know if I can in this position for the first time.” Douglas’ voice is strained.
Without warning, I roll from him, onto my back.
“Oh, fuck!” Douglas grabs for me, shuddering as I leave his cock bare.
“Mm!” I echo his distress in a tiny whimper. “Come here. Take me like this, as hard as you want.” I grab at him, fingers curling over his biceps in needy little claws to bring him back to me.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. In one hard swoop, he fills me again, and this time I can feel his knot pressing on my entrance. Like a battering ram, he pushes and pounds, uneven breathing turning into words.
“You’re so soft, sweet, perfect mate. Open up for me, let me slide in, love.” One of his hands shoves my knee up to my chest, and I get the message. I rock my ass up, knees to my breasts, so full, and yet not full enough.
IT WASN’T THIS HARD to knot Nicola, but my knot was smaller and she was a full Orc. I don’t know if that makes a difference, but I know my body is different than it was over a decade ago.
Georgia has made me thicker, longer, and harder than I knew I could be. The ache between my legs is turning from pleasant to fiery. I need to release, and I have the irrational fear that my cum is going to scald her. I feel like I’m boiling from the inside out, but it’s all her fault. Deep inside, she bathes me in a luscious lava, her hot blood flying through the delicate little tissues that welcome the savage pounding I’m giving her.
“You won’t hurt me, I promise!” Georgia wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me to her. “Just give it to me, baby, I promise it’s going to be okay.”
“I’d have to push too hard,” I warn. Some part of me still holds back.
“I want you to push. Mate me. Knot me.” Georgia’s eyes are closed as I thrust in and out. “Stuff me full and stretch me so that your cum can’t escape.”
Her words are a magic spell, and I’m helpless to resist. My mouth dries out knowing I’m a few hard thrusts away from popping the last resistance in her soft entrance. I know her opening will practically vacuum seal around the width of my cock.
“I want to be your mate. Your wife. I want this so much more than you know, Douglas,” she hisses through grit teeth, eyes squinting open just enough to find mine.
Wife. Mate. Mine.
Magic words indeed.
With a roar, I plunge in and feel her widen and give in one second, then shrink down and weld to my knot.
I’m in her. Her spasms ripple from my crown to my knot as she keens, first in discomfort, then in pleasure. “Here I come, baby,” I whisper, unable to stop and savor the moment.
“Mmm! God, please!” Georgia arches into me, begging for more. She’s perfect for me. She wants every little bit I have to give, all of me. There’s nothing about me she doesn’t accept. It’s mutual.
“Love you.” I have no words that sum up what this physical act and her loving acceptance mean to me, but I hope my fevered declaration will be enough to hint at it. “I’ll always love you, Georgia.”
“I love you, too, Douglas. Always.”
My seed spills into her in long waves and bathes us both. I can feel it pooling inside around my tip and flooding down towards my knot where it’s trapped.
The best part is... for her, a new kind of pleasure is beginning. I can see it in her face as she feels the new fullness. I even feel the smooth, slight plumpness above her mound expanding, pushing on me.
“Georgia?”
“It’s so good. Being with you is so good, Douglas. Oh, God... I’m so full I can’t stand it, but I love it.”
I rock my hips a little, still hard, held in her vise-like grip.
“Yes! Oh, yes, fuck your cum deeper into me,” my little mate begs.
“My God, Georgia. I’m never going to get soft enough to separate us if you talk like that!” I exclaim, silently hoping she says more. Much more.
She smiles up at me. “I never want to be separated from you,” she purrs, nuzzling her nose to mine as my forehead rests against hers.
“Well. I’m going to see to it that you never are.” I kiss her lips, then one of her hands, and lay it to my heart.
We don’t speak. Don’t need to.
Finally, I’ve found the one whose silence I fully understand.