Breathing heavily, Grogoth retreats from my mouth. He falls to his knees and kisses me with the crashing urgency of all the great waterfalls in Hydra, his seed still warm in my mouth.
He lifts me from the ottoman, maneuvering us onto the floor. Leaning against the couch, he folds me into his arms like I’m a rag doll. With great care, he removes the cocks in my holes. With each one, I feel wads of sticky cum run out, coating his thighs, his balls, and the new erection tucked between our bodies.
“Are you sated?” he asks with genuine care in his gentle tone.
“What happened to not being gentle?” I murmur against his neck.
“That’s not an answer.”
I smile, affection blooming in my belly for my gardener. Even in the middle of rough, passionate sex, he tends to my emotional garden.
“More, please.”
He laughs. “My insatiable hummingbird. Let’s clean up, and if you’ll have me, I would love to fall asleep inside your sweet cunt.”
I nod, suddenly aware of how tired I’ve become. He takes me to the bath and showers me lovingly while I cling to his neck, gingerly showing care to my fatigued muscles as he washes away our lovemaking.
I know it might be quick to label this as love, but it feels right in my heart. Somehow, I know he feels the same.
After the shower, he carries me, naked, to my bedroom. He folds me into his arms, so much larger than me that I basically disappear. It’s the most comforting feeling, and somehow, the stiffening erection nuzzling between my butt cheeks makes it even more pleasant. Like there’s a shooting star in my chest, all blazing fire and light.
I peer over my shoulder at him and smile. There’s no mistaking the look he gives me. It’s a look I haven’t seen since moving out of my home territory. It might’ve been my grandmother who’d last looked at me like this, so full of love and cherishment.
“My hummingbird.”
“My gardener.”
The silence between us is louder than a thunderclap and more exhilarating than lightning. He rocks his hips behind me, settling himself between my legs. He eases inside my used and worn pussy, sheathing himself in one slow, swift motion.
This is nothing like the hard fucking we did earlier. His kisses along my neck are tender, his caress like velvet on my bare skin. He hardly moves his hips as he engulfs me like a nesting doll, pure adoration in his every pet.
Cozy and tired, I snuggle deeper into his embrace, his cock massaging my insides in a way that could lull me to sleep.
“Is this what you imagined, when you watched me in the mornings?” I ask, my words laced with sleep.
Grogoth chuckles, the vibration of his chest on my back making me lean my pelvis harder against him. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me flush against him and rotating his hips. The slow, rhythmic massage has moans pouring from my mouth. The intimacy of this new dance has butterflies in my stomach and a new kind of orgasm, one I’ve never felt before, building in my core.
“There’s not a position I haven’t imagined claiming you, little bird.” He traces my spine with that silky touch, making my whole body tingle. “But I’ll admit, there is more from behind in my imaginings.”
“Stay, and in the morning, you can show me.” My heart thump-thumps. “If you want to, that is. I have a dessert recipe yet to try.”
Grogoth nuzzles my hair, still rolling his hips slowly, lovingly. “There’s nothing I want more in this lifetime than to stay with you."
∞∞∞
I stir from the best sleep of my life. Blinking against lingering slumber, I realize my apartment is dark. No light in the windows, and Whiskers isn’t crying to be fed. What had—
“Mmmmmm.”
I must still be dreaming. I had the most amazing dream, an evening spent with my long-time crush, relentlessly fucking my face. Even now, I’m slick and ready. ..
I reach down. My nails scrape on hard rock, then wiry hair. A textured tongue caresses the closed seam of my pussy. I blink open my eyes and squint. Grogoth is between my legs, the covers loosely strewn over his head to tangle on his horns.
Not a dream, then. He kisses along my seam up to the top, where my bundle of nerves is already swollen. He peers up at me, the look in his eyes simultaneously a question and a plea.
My head falls back on the pillow and I roll my hips to drive him through the slickness he’d caused between my thighs. His sweet kisses transform into something more primal.
His nails dig into the flesh of my hips while he devours me like a scrumptious dessert. He slides a finger inside, sucking and swirling my clit like he could suck my very soul from my cunt.
