When I awakenthe next morning, I’m surprised to find myself alone. I don’t even remember reaching the house, or Harry putting me to bed. Everything is a hazy blur. But the panic I expect doesn’t come.
Harry will return, wherever he’s gone.
I rise from the bed, aching between the legs. I know Harry’s right and it will get better, but for now, I cringe as I make my way to the kitchen to find something to eat. While I’m slathering my bread in butter, the front door opens, and I spin around.
It’s Harry, grinning through his shaggy beard. He crosses from the front door to me in a few long, sure strides, and wraps me up in his arms.
“You’re awake. I meant to be here, but I had an errand to run.”
When he releases me, I finish spreading the butter. “What errand?”
“Let the constable know about last night. He’s going to see Greld now.”
I shudder all over at just the name. His face flashes quickly through my mind, and I remember his body hovering over me. I almost drop the knife, so I set it down on the cutting board.
Harry’s arms around me startle me out of my daze. “He’s going to be put away. Sent to the prison in the city. You won’t have to worry about him again, I promise.”
After we eat, we clean each other off in the tub. Then I see to Harry’s wounds, where he still has splinters lodged in his arm. I pick them out one at a time before cleaning and bandaging him up. I have a few scrapes of my own, which Harry tends to.
“I’m not returning to work for a few days,” he says as we sit down together in front of the fire. “We have to figure out what comes next for the town guard. I might get Greld’s old job.” He grins. “That would mean no more night shifts.”
I love that idea.
That night,though, I’m surprised when I sense an overwhelming need rising inside me again. But now that I’ve taken Harry’s knot once, my body knows exactly what it wants.
I take his hand in mine and tug him toward the bedroom. His look of surprise turns into one of mischief, and he lets me lead him there.
My nest is still destroyed, so as Harry strips down to his drawers and sits in the middle, I rearrange it aroundhim. This takes me a good half hour, getting it all exactly right, but when I’m finished… it’s perfect. And I know now what it was missing all along.
I crawl on my knees toward Harry, who reclines on a pillow, surrounded by blankets. His lip lifts as I slide my hands up his legs to the bottom of his drawers, his thick hair tickling my palms. He slides the straps off his shoulders, and I help him pull them the rest of the way off. In exchange, he lifts my nightgown, and I raise my arms so he can easily dispense of it.
I sit back so I can admire him: big as a bear, covered in blond hair from head to toe, his blue eyes glittering.
“You’re just right,” I tell him, crawling up between his legs as he spreads them for me. His stout cock is alert, pulsing with each breath as I get closer. Now that we’re in the comfortable confines of my nest, I feel safe touching him, exploring the soft skin along the shaft with the pads of my fingers. Harry’s lids drop low over his eyes as I wrap my hand around him, experimenting with a squeeze.
From there, though, I’m not entirely sure what to do. I squeeze again, then look up into Harry’s face.
“What do you like?” I ask, because this is my first time with my hands wrapped around a man’s cock.
His brows lift, and then an even wider smile than before takes over his face, crinkling the skin around his eyes. He places his hand over mine, then ever so slowly, he guides it upward. I inhale sharply as my palm shuttles up to the tip of his cock, which moves the sleeve of skin over the top. Then Harry pushes down again, leading my hand back to the thick knot at the base. There, he’s even hairier than everywhere else, and it leads down to a sac underneath.
I stare at his bollocks, entranced by their size, and Harry chuckles at my expression.
“Never seen it up close, have you?” he asks.
I shake my head as I repeat the motion he showed me, sliding my hands up, then bringing them to the bulb at the root again, which pulls that sleeve of skin down and reveals a soft, red head underneath at the tip of his cock. It’s rounded but angled to penetrate, just like it did last night.
Inside of me.
My whole body tingles, remembering what that felt like, how this brought me so much pleasure. I wonder if it tastes like Harry’s lips do, or if it has a different flavor.
“Can I lick you?” I ask. “The way you did to me?”
His eyes fly wide.
“Lick… me? Well, of course you can. If you want to.”
His voice sounds very much like he wants me to. I must have had a good idea.
