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“I’m sorry,” I say, not meaning to drip onto her sheets. I don’t want to ruin them.
“Don’t you ever apologize. I want you dripping all over my hand, and I want to taste every drop.” Her words are soft and full of heat. V kisses me, her tongue swirling with mine, and her hand pressed hard against my jaw, pulling me in deeper. She lets go and shifts off from on top of me before laying flat on her back.
I sit up and notice… she’s smiling. It’s a wide grin, most of the top of her teeth showing, and she looks ridiculous. The expression is still sexy, but so silly, too.
“What has you grinning like an idiot?” I ask.
“Sit on my face,” she instructs me.
My eyes go wide. “What?”
One of her eyebrows shifts up. “It isn’t up for debate. Do it now, Indie, or suffer the consequences.”
I consider I might want the consequences but move as instructed. I’m a good little rabbit, after all. I widen my legs above her face, and she takes my thighs in her hands, pulling me in closer. Her breath is hot against my skin, and I flush pink.
Lazily, she flicks my clit with her tongue, circling around it before pressing hard against it. It’s torture the way she teases me, and before I can muster up my complaints, she devours me, every touch better than the last. V sucks on my most sensitive spot, suctioning it greater than any sex toy I’ve ever used. Her tongue is powerful, and she pushes it inside me as she uses her nose to rub my clit. The ice cold metal of her septum brushes against my skin, and I shudder.
“V, I’m—” It’s too late. I’m coming into her mouth, convulsing as I reach pure ecstasy. I try to jump off, but she holds me down and continues lapping against me.
The pleasure is indescribable, and I squeal at the overstimulation. This woman knows what she’s fucking doing.
I lay beside her, our fingers intertwined as she quietly hums a cheerful song and removes her pants. In just boxer briefs, I can see her thighs, which are brawny enough to crush me. I tug at her sports bra, and she removes the tight fabric. Her breasts look soft, but her pecs are still apparent. Pulling me close to her, she moans into my mouth, roughly kissing me, and after a few moments I break away so I can pleasure her. I spoon the side of her body, slipping my hand under the band of her underwear, until I feel short hair. Her arousal is apparent, and I flick her clit. I move so that I’m able to reach her supple chest and suck on her hardened peak as I dip two fingers inside her. Curling them upwards, I stroke her as I continue to kiss her breasts, and her hips buck into me. V seems to lose herself in our movements, and I slip another finger in, pumping my hand inside her.
I ride the high of her grinding on my hand–her using me for her pleasure. It’s magical… downright ethereal, the way she makes me feel. I want to kiss her entire body, every freckle and every muscle, every line and curve.
“Make me come,” she demands.
“Use me,” I whisper.
Riding my hand like a cowboy, she bucks against me, whimpering as I watch her body tighten. She lets out the sexiest groan imaginable as she comes against me, warm wetness surrounding my fingers as I slip from inside of her.
V places a gentle kiss on my forehead and wraps herself around me, my body cradled in her arms. A small formation of stars is tattooed on her left outer-bicep, and I stare at it.
“A constellation?”
“Pleiades; it’s a cluster that’s a part of the Taurus constellation. My sun and moon signs,” she says and gently kisses me. I haven’t felt comfort like this in many years. I know I’m only twenty-four, but I spent those important years focused on school and graduating early… I forgot to live a little. The obsessive loops that played in my brain of every mistake I’ve ever made didn’t help either.
“I’m a Pisces sun, Virgo moon. I don’t really know much about astrology,” I confess.
“That’s okay; you don’t have to. It’s really important to a lot of orcs. Meaningful in the way we develop and communicate with one another.”
Her body is so warm and safe, I want to burrow away and live in it forever. My sister Iris, when we were teenagers, wrote this fanfiction about two characters who developed a mating bond. It was a predestined thread-of-fate type of thing, where their magical connection clicked in their brain. I always thought it was ridiculous and teased her way too much for it, but I get it. In some crazed desperation, that’s how I feel with this woman. Sex potion aside, she’s just different.
* * *
The smell of hot coffee reaches my nostrils, and I stir awake. Last night was the best sex of my life, followed by the best sleep of my life, and now I’m ready for a cup of coffee. Stretching, I make my way into the kitchen, which is somehow spotless. Vega sits on a bar stool holding a newspaper, and there’s a cup of coffee in front of her.
“Rude. Where’s my cup?”
She puts down the newspaper, allowing a second cup of coffee and a plate of fruit to be visible. “Bon appétit, or however the French say it. Howdidthey say it?” she asks, and I stifle a laugh.
“How should I know?” I sit down next to her, taking a sip. It has the perfect amount of cream and sugar, and I think I might propose.
“With your haircut, I kind of just assumed you were French… or like… a descendant of where France used to be? However the humans say it.”
At that, I giggle. “I’m not French! Most of my family originates from a place called Scotland; though after The Convergence, I believe most of it ended up on another planet. I’ve also got some super distant heritage from the Abya Yalla as well as from… well… the elves.”
“You’re so cute. My mom was an orc, and my dad’s Scandinavian. He’s really into Viking Mythology, I know that.”
