"The high priestess and the king would act out the divine roles of the goddess and her consort every year to ensure a good harvest," he murmured, lowering himself over her at last, giving her the chance to rake her nails down his long back as he pumped into her, writhing beneath his weight.
"And is this how they did it?" she gasped, arching as the thick head of his cock dragged over the spongy spot within that made her toes curl. "Are you fucking me the way the king fucked the goddess?"
Ainsley growled against her shoulder, his hips picking up speed until her moans came out as a highyip!every time his cock slammed into her, pressing her legs back until every thrust dragged against her g-spot, his pelvic bone rubbing her clit, hurtling her towards another spine-shaking climax. When he abruptly pulled out, she nearly sobbed.
"Up on your knees, Nanaya," he rapsed against her ear, a flinty strike against stone, igniting her blood as he flipped her to her stomach, "if you want to be fucked like a goddess."
When he pressed back into her, the angle was deeper and Ris keened, fisting the sheets. His mouth was at her back, hot tongue licking up her spine until his skin was flush against hers, his thrusting hips the only part of them not fused together. She moved her small, plum-colored hand over his large green one where it was braced against the mattress, threading their fingers to make up for space. When his free hand dragged up her thigh to press between her legs, long fingers circling her clit, her vision went white. Ainsley’s hips surged against hers, his rhythm erratic as he came with a hiss, his circling fingers not ceasing their movement until she joined him, only a few moments later. Her back arched, her muscles clenching around his cock, and he groaned again, pumping against her weakly to prolong the pleasure as she shook beneath him, her legs no longer able to support her.
When she dropped, he caught her, easing them both to their sides as his softened cock slipped from her. For several endless moments, nothing existed except for the thudding of her heartbeat, thundering behind her eyes and in her mouth, and the echo of his beneath her ear. She’d never heard of the goddess the humans had once worshiped, but as his long, leanly muscled arm closed around her, Ris thought she would surely be happy with their performance in her name.
The sharp peaks of his hair came apart with surprising ease under the rich lather of her shampoo in the shower they shared afterward, leaving his hair dripping over one side of his head. When they repaired back to the big orc-sized bed, he pulled her tightly to him, pressing into her once more. She was used to his languid pace at that point, grinding against each other as they lay on their sides, her breasts pressed tight to his chest as their mouths met and parted, over and over.
It had been more intimate than any sexual experience she could remember.
When he’d rolled to his back, keeping her pressed to him until she was astride his hips, impaled on his thick length, she was certain she really was the goddess he’d claimed, rolling her hips and letting her head drop back as his huge hands moved over her neck and breasts, stroking her thighs, circling against her clit once more. When she shook apart atop him, he gripped her hips tightly, murmuring about how beautiful she was before flipping them once more, rolling on another one of her condoms before chasing his own release with a thunderous pace.
Her head was impossibly heavy, once she was curled at his side, her cheek pillowed against his broad shoulder, the warmth of his skin radiating through her. Ainsley’s long body spanned the entire length of the mattress, his long legs tangled with hers, his damp black hair a swooping swirl on the coverlet beside his head. She idly wondered how much higher an orc’s core temperature was, compared to an elf, an amusing thought, as she drifted between sleep and wakefulness. The night had been like nothing she could have imagined, when she’d left Cambric Creek the previous afternoon.
"I need to get going." His voice was warm at her ear, his arm heavy across her waist. Ris stirred, realizing she’d fallen asleep after all, the warmth of his skin and the evenness of his heartbeat lulling her into unconsciousness. Impossibly, sunlight was already beginning to lighten the resort grounds, brightening the small room around the unopened blinds. "Tate probably already had my car towed," he grumbled against her neck, untangling their legs. Ris felt him stretch, groaning when his back popped beneath her, and then he was pulling away.
"This was fun," she blurted, watching as he slowly dressed, carefully laying her own clothes at the foot of the bed instead of leaving them in a heap on the hotel room floor. She remembered the night she’d needed to go hunting for her red dress in the dark, finding it in a tangle at the base of a tree. Her face heated as she swallowed at the stark difference of this weekend. "This was...really nice."
"It was," he agreed, zipping his jeans, flashing her a wide smile. She jumped when he leaned across the narrow space, kneeling on the bed once more. "It wasreallynice." His hair was a thick, black curtain that she fisted tightly as he kissed her again, feeling warth curl through her.Not a piece of meat at all.
Room service brought up the grapefruit and croissant she ordered after he left, which she ate on her small terrace, as she programmed his number into her phone. Ainsley had been scratched out on a piece of the resort stationary, along with his phone number, and she tucked it into her bag. By the time she checked out of the resort that morning, a jug of cider in the backseat for Silva, Ris decided to head home to Cambric Creek. There was laundry waiting for her, and a book she wanted to finish reading. Besides, she thought: she wasn’t interested in anything else the little town had to offer. She would send him the name of the book, she thought, once she finished. He’d already sent her two messages by the time she loaded her bag into her car, and she couldn’t help the way warmth bloomed through her belly each time his name appeared in her notifications.
Do you have ChitterChat on your work laptop? I’ll walk you through the install so that your tech dept won’t see it
A squirrel turned to glare at her burst of laughter. The thought of spending her afternoons chatting with him in between her work, instead of swiping left on an endless parade of guys on Dynah’s dating app made her bite her lip to keep her smile in check. Nothing serious would come of it, but he was smart, and he was funny, and she was looking forward to seeing him again.
Drive safe, Nanaya
She owed Dynah lunch, she thought, pulling onto the road that would take her back to Cambric Creek, and Silva too. Her elevation from a piece of meat to an ancient goddess would have never happened without flippy-floppy Dynah and Silva’s recommendation, after all, although she wouldn’t share the details of this particular evening.
Some things, she thought as a golden autumn sun lit the sky behind her, were best kept sacred.
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It had been severalmonths at that point, and thus far, she had no regrets.
She'd not expected Ainsley to be as responsive as he was, as enthusiastic as he'd proven to be, and never in her dizziest daydreams had she ever expected to meet someone so fun. As promised, he’d walked her through the installation of a chat app on her work laptop, and instantly her days had become more amusing, sometimes needing to stifle her laughter at her desk as she read his messages. Lighthearted banter and easy conversation that never felt forced or strained, and always unfailingly funny. Two weeks had passed since the weekend she met him, and as the third weekend approached, Ris found herself chewing her cuticle in indecision, wondering if it would be weird to invite him to do something that weekend. She was just about to lean over her laptop to open the chat app when her cell phone buzzed on the edge of her desk.
Do you like jazz? I don't think I ever asked. I play upright bass in a jazz quartet, did I mention that? Anyway, there's a concert this weekend I was planning on going to in Bridgeton tonight and I thought you might be interested? I can pick you up in CC on the way.
She'd stared, open-mouthed at her phone screen. She wasn't sure she'd ever had a date make the plans all on their own, for both the time and location of the eventandher transportation. There was no game involved, no guessing to wonder his ulterior motives. He was refreshingly straightforward, and she'd enthusiastically responded yes.
She'd enjoyed the concert, enjoyed the time they'd spent in a wine bar up the block afterward, sharing a cheese plate and each other's desserts; and she most definitely enjoyed having him back in her condo, testing the strength of her bed frame as he fucked her like a goddess. She was nearly embarrassed when the old-fashioned brass headboard began to strike the wall, a solidthump, thump, thumpthat matched the percussive thrust of his hips, echoing the small groans that emitted from his throat as he did so.
She'd been up on her knees, her fingers curled over the inside rung of the headboard, and like the first time she'd slept with him at the resort, it had been one of the most intimate experiences of her life. He’d knelt behind her on the bed, and rather than just holding her hips and pulling her back onto his cock like a toy, he'd pressed flush against her, curled over her body. One of his broad hands had wrapped gently around the base of her neck, leaving the other hand free to caress down her body and play with her clit. She'd felt fused to him, every part of their bodies touching, the press of his chest against her back no less intimate than the squeeze of his thrusting cock within her. When her legs had begun to shake, she wasn't sure how she'd managed to stay upright, the orgasm shivering through her and radiating out from the fingers he'd pressed to her, rolling the bud of nerves in such a way that had made speech impossible and her whole body seize. All she'd been able to do was gasp and quiver until it was over, boneless in his arms. He'd groaned into her hair as she clenched around him convulsively, holding her steady until she’d come down from her peak.
