Page 74 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

“Every time with you is magical.”

We light two candles (mainly because that’s all I can find, and they’re the big votive ones that came from some holiday gift basket from one of our sponsors). The room smells like cinnamon, and flickers of light make shadows in the steamy shower. I wait on my ledge, warm and wet, watching her rinse under the spray.

“You’re sure?” she whispers, voice tight.

“Always sure about you. Come here, baby. If you're my goddess, I want to make a little offering.”

“Nothing little about it.” Ingrid laughs and comes over to me. “I still drink the tea. A cup every morning and evening. I would do more if we... If I’d thought I’d be using it this week.”

“My vote is for constant vigilance. Always be prepared,” I joke, but I know how serious this is, how taboo it is to many people, and how many walls Ingrid is breaking down to let me in. Someone, somehow, made her so cautious about being loved and giving love back. “I’m the luckiest man in the world,” I whisper. “Just to have you by my side. Tonight can be about death, you know. Death of old things, like loneliness. And arrogance. How’s that for a dumb jock?”

Ingrid kisses me, eyes half-lidded and smoky in the wavering blend of gold and shadows. “The end of one year and the beginning of the new. The harvest?”

I nod, under her spell. “They made offerings.”

“We make offerings.” She slowly turns and sinks down against me, her back to my chest.

My hands greedily grab her cheeks, nestling my cock under her, feeling how wet she is already. I let out a long, thankful sigh and bury my face in her damp hair, just holding her to me. “Feels like Thanksgiving and Halloween in one. I have the greatest thing in my life in my arms. Something I’m so thankful for.”

“Mmm.” Her hands grip my forearms as we maneuver, ever mindful of my leg.

“Think it’s going to be easier this time?” she whispers.

“Let’s see.”

I don't know about easier, but I know about hotter. Whether it’s the extra fluids or the steam in the shower, her pussy feels hotter and wetter than ever, and sticks to my cock like a second skin. Ingrid gasps as I stretch her, squeeze past the protesting bands of muscle. One push, two, three, and I slip home with a breathless curse, deep inside my goddess.

“Does that make your pussy feel better, baby?” I ask, kissing away beads of water from her shoulder.

“I think I’ve discovered a cure for cramps,” Ingrid sighs, head back, the edge of a giggle in her voice.

“Oh, this is the treatment, not the cure. The cure happens when I make you come,” I vow, wrapping my arms around her waist.

We move together, slippery and soaked, bouncing her on my cock until she rests against my knot, but doesn’t take it in. “Someday. Maybe for Christmas,” I tease.

“Oh, much sooner.”

“Fine. Then I’ll get you something else for Christmas.”

“One large boyfriend with two working knees would be amazing. Then we can hold hands when we walk without you needing to hold onto crutches.

“Yes, brilliant gift! I think I’d like a girlfriend upgrade. Let’s wrap her in something sparkly.” My hands trap hers under mine, and I lace my fingers tightly around hers. A shiny, sparkly diamond. Or an opal. Or just anything that shows the world she’s mine.

“Upgrade? Sparkly?”Doesn’t upgrade usually mean the old model wasn’t wanted?

“Oh, you’d get an upgrade, too.” His hands squeeze around mine as he holds me firmly in his lap, his cock thrusting hard, short, and shallow, attacking all the nerve endings inside in the most delectable way.

For a minute, I’m too busy riding waves of pleasure that are pushing me fast and hard to an orgasm to think about what he’s saying.

“You mean wife!” I suddenly blurt.

Yes, Ingrid. Apparently, your brain shuts down during sex. The next stage up from girlfriend is wife. Well, duh.

“Mmhmm. But think of it, you’d get a husband. It’s a two-for-one deal.”

“You can’t tease me about that stuff. It’s barely been three weeks.”

“Not teasing. Serious. Ohhh, fuck, squeeze down on me like that, beautiful.”