“This is something Drovo made for me to extract berry juice. Before I had to do it in small batches by hand, but now I can do it in large batches by foot.”
“By foot?”
“Uh huh, you’ll see. I’m going to have you help me.” He gave me a sly grin that told me he was up to no good.
He poured the berries into a barrel that was twice as wide as him, which was saying something since Orsu was not only a tall male but a wide one as well.
Then he led me to a stream that was a short distance away.
“The first thing we have to do is wash our feet.” Orsu had me sit on the grass as he unlaced my sandals one foot at a time. “You can’t crush berries with dirty feet,” he added with another mischievous smile.
I was about to ask him more questions but stopped short when he got on his knees before me and began to work my feet with his strong, talented hands.
He worked me from heel to my toe and slowly made his way up my calf. I wondered if he’d keep making his way up my leg when he switched to my other foot.
He took his time as if there were nothing more important in the world than touching me any way that he could.
“All clean,” he announced. Then he took the wooden bucket he’d been carrying and filled that with water too.
I stood up and was about to step out of the water when Orsu scooped me up in his arms. “We can’t have you getting your feet dirty again, now can we?”
“I guess not.” I leaned into his chest and let out a sigh as I experienced his warmth just like I had the first night we’d met.
He carried me to the large barrel and set me down inside it. Only then did it click with me what we were doing. I looked over the side and saw Orsu wash his feet with the water he’d gathered from the stream. Then he placed a fresh bucket under a spout at the base of the barrel. We were going to walk on the berries to extract the juice.
Not wanting to get the bottom of my pants dirty, I rolled them up to my knees as Orsu made his way into the barrel as well. He had shorts on that showed off his muscled legs, including his thick thighs. This male was a giant teddy bear through and through.
“Now we walk,” he stated with a smile and stretched out his hand beckoning me to begin. I started walking back and forth in my small section of the barrel. He followed suit by walking on the other end. I peered over the edge and saw juice flowing down the spout and into the bucket.
“It’s working!” I cheered.
We walked around each other in circles giving each other wry grins and listening to the juice filter down into the bucket below.
Eventually I stopped and held out my hands for Orsu to take. He eyed me curiously but eventually placed his hands in mine. I led us in a ring-around-the-rosey motion. Round and round we went until we were both laughing so hard tears streamed down our faces. I took a shaky step and tripped on the now-slippery surface of the barrel and fell into Orsu; who also fell in his attempt to catch me.
I lay atop him panting from the exertion of our walking through the berries. As we stared at each other with our faces so close to one another my joy turned to something else. Desire.
We both leaned in for a kiss and I was delighted to taste the sweet berry juice that had splashed onto Orsu’s face when he fell. He was sweet, and funny, and sexy, and an amazing kisser. I quickly got lost in his touch. I was a wet sticky mess, but for once I didn’t care. I let the world fade around me as Orsu placed his hand on the back of my neck and deepened our kiss further.
We explored each other as we lay on a bed of crushed berries. His hand found my breast and I let out a gasp as he gently squeezed my nipple.
“Did I hurt you?” He looked horrified as if he’d done some great misdeed.
“No, it felt good.” I pulled him back toward me but he did not move. Instead he got up and stepped out of the barrel.
“What are you doing?”
“I wish to taste you, not the berries. Take my hand and I’ll carry you to the stream.”
I swallowed hard at the implication of his words.Did he mean to taste my mouth or something else…?
Orsu lifted me out of the barrel and into his arms. We passed teal topped trees as he carried me to the stream where he laid me down on the squishy pink grass.
“I can’t bring you back to the mountain covered in berry juice.” He smirked as he slowly untied the laces holding up my pants. My breath caught as I watched his fingers undo each and every string.
“Well, what about you?” I asked as I untied his vest. “You’re dirty too.”
“Maybe we should wash each other then,” he suggested.
