The Orc's Rose: Chapter Five (deluxe preview)

Chapter Five:

The sound of Ozren chopping wood stirred me from my slumber. As I started to push the blankets away I was aware of how chilly the air was. I went to crawl back under but I thought of how cold it must actually be to make the bedroom this way. And knowing Ozren, I knew what I would see when I looked out the window.

I got out of bed and pulled aside the curtains. Sure enough, he’s out there in nothing but his britches when there is a sheen of ice over everything. It’s a lovely sight to get the day started. Ozren was a handsome package, and I liked how his arms looked as he swung that axe. But I couldn’t stand there and stare. He’d be cold when he got inside, so I wanted to have him a hot drink ready as soon as he stepped inside.

The stove has already been filled with the last bit of wood, so I got the kettle prepared and set upon the stove. I went and fetched my robe. It had belonged to my mother and was the only thing of hers I could escape with. When I first found it as a child, I always imagined it was her hugging me when I wore it. It was quilted and soft, and over the years I had patched it myself. Every time I had to place a stitch or replace a patch, I pretended I was working on it with my mother.

As I stepped out of the bedroom Ozren came in and unloaded an armful of wood into the box. He dusted off his bare arms and shuddered. “Quite cold today, isn’t it?”

“What are you doing, going out there without a coat or even a shirt?” I scolded him.

“I was in a hurry. The bedroom was cold, and I wanted to make sure it didn’t stay that way.” His teeth chattered as he spoke.

I rubbed my hands up his arm. He was chilled to the bone! “Go sit by the stove, you silly man! I’ll give you something warm in a moment.”

He kissed the top of my head then placed his hands about my hips. “Did you sleep well, my Rose?”

“I did. But I am not your something warm. Take your hands off me so I can tend to the kettle.” I didn’t exactly put up a fight though. I wanted him to touch me, even if his hands were cold.

“I’d much rather you were.” He teased before he let go and took a seat down by the stove so he could take off his boots. “I’m glad you slept. You’ve not been sleeping well for a while now. I was getting worried.”

I had fetched a blanket to drape around him while he warmed up. “You knew I wasn’t sleeping?”

“Of course. You toss and turn when you can’t sleep.” He grinned as I placed the blanket around him. “Now where do you think you’re going? Aren’t you going to warm me up?” He pulled me into his lap, wrapping the blanket around the both of us. His hands went up my legs and under the robe.

I yelped and jumped. “Your hands are cold!”

He laughed into my shoulder. “You feel nice and warm, let me just hold you a second longer. Nothing better than thick thighs to warm a set of frozen fingers.”

Already my face was flushed and warm. “You seem to think that thick thighs are good for everything.”

“Aren’t they? They’re good for so many wonderful things. They’re warm and soft, they can be strong, aside from my axe, they’re my favorite tool to work with.”

I pouted a bit. “Just mine though, right?”

Ozren’s grin grew and he chuckled. “Yes of course. They’re the only ones I want.” He gave my thighs an extra squeeze.

Ozren’s barreled chest sank a little. “I must confess, I wanted to go out like that this morning because I was still quite heated by what you told me last night.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

Ozren looked disgusted and he shook his head, turning his eyes away from me. “Your family. It makes me angry even thinking about them and how they treated you. I needed to work that off this morning.”

I kissed his cheek. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’m here now.”

Ozren released a long, deep sigh that sunk his shoulder. “I know your family is behind you and you’re better off without them. But I cannot let this go so easily. Not when it’s about you.” he tilted up his chin and I took the signal to kiss him. I held his face between my palms while his hands continued up my thighs to grip onto my hips.

The kettle whistled and I got angry at it for interrupting such a perfect moment. I grumbled under my breath as Ozren released me, and I gave the kettle silent threats as I removed it from the stovetop.

“I’ll start breakfast in a moment,” I told him.

“No rush, my Rose.” Ozren watched me with a dream-like gaze. “I’m enjoying you.”

My cheeks burned and I nearly spilled boiling water on me. “I’d like to know more about the island you came from. I wanted to hear more last night, but the subject changed so-” I prepared his tea and took it to the table for him.

Ozren sighed deeply. “It was called Northknock, and it was covered with fruit trees as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful.”

“Was?”

Ozren stared off into the distance. “When I was just a child, there was a fungus that began spreading through the soil. It infected the trees and rotted them away at the core. By the time I was a teenager, there was barely anything left for us.”

“That’s why your family left?”

He nodded. “Last I heard, most of the orcs had left the island. Some came here, and some went to the west and into Spice Country. I don’t know what’s become of Northknock now.” He took the cup of tea from my hand as I sat down beside him.

“Have you ever wanted to try and go back?”

His eyes turned sad as he looked into the cup. “I’ve been afraid. I don’t want to go there and find that it’s…I want to remember it from my childhood.”

I brushed my fingers through his hair, smoothing it aside then patting the back of his head. “I understand.”

“I doubt you’d ever want to return to Sothen, would you?” He asked.

“Not really. I don’t have any good memories of my childhood home like you. Obresh feels more like home to me than Sothen ever did.”

Ozren nodded and took a sip of his tea. “I wouldn’t mind visiting.”

I frowned at him.

“Just so I could meet your family, rough them up a little” He smashed his fist into the other palm.

“Ozren,” I scolded.

“I want to tell them how happy you’ve made me. Especially the lout who said they only wanted you as a brood sow.” His lip curled to show his gritted teeth. “I relish the chance to meet them if they are attempting to search for you. Should they arrive in Obresh, I will be the first to greet them.”

I shouldn’t have taken as much joy in that as I did. I could only imagine Ozren smacking around my brothers and my former betrothed. I didn’t want to wish ill on them, but imagining Ozren hulking over them, frightening them, it gave me a smug little smile. I didn’t fear going back to Sothen, not when Ozren was by my side.

“Things make sense now, knowing you were raised as a noble.” Ozren reached out under the table and placed his hand upon my knee. “The way you carry yourself is so stiff. I thought you were terrified all the time.”

I was twisting the string on my blouse. “It can be both.”

“It’s more than that, though,” he murmured. “The way you talk and move about has always held a different sort of elegance. You look at things like you’ve never seen them before. So it makes sense you would see Obresh as such a strange place if you never knew a world beyond dining halls and balls.”

Ozren’s hand on my knee squeezed. “I always thought it was cute, but now I understand it.”

“I much prefer Obresh over dining halls and balls. It’s warm here. It’s inviting. I’m safe here.” I placed my hand over his.

Ozren takes hold of my hand. “Aye, more than appreciated, my Rose.” he kissed my knuckles.

My cheeks tingled and bloomed bright pink. “Wh-what have you got planned for today?”

Ozren sat up and puffed out his chest. “Since it’s getting cold, I’m going to start preparing the house and chopping more wood.”.

I flashed him a warning look “Wearing your coat, of course.” I urged.

“Aye, with my coat on.” He gave me a wink then licked up the side of his biggest tusk. “I'll be quite chilly when I come in.” He eyed me up and down, a grin growing on his face. “Are ya gonna warm me up?”

“Let me make breakfast, and then you can bat your eyes at me.” I gave him a kiss before I went into the kitchen, taking out potatoes. I had taken cured ham from the pantry to slice up. I placed the skillet onto the stove with some leftover bacon grease so it could get hot.

Ozren leaned his chin into his palm with a satisfied smile upon his face. “You can tell me if I get annoying. Just hit me over the head.”

I turned back to scowl at him. “I would never hit you. Besides, even if I act shy about it, I do enjoy the way you talk to me.” It still was odd being so honest with him.

Ozren’s brow raised up along with the corners of his smile, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Ya do, do ya?”

I raised my eyes from the cutting board to his. I smiled shyly and ducked my head back down. I loved how he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. “Not to say it doesn’t have a time and place.” I teased.

“I want you to be comfortable here, especially when you’re with me. I known we’ve done it a few times now, but I want you to know you don’t have to have sex with me just to please me. It should be a mutually enjoyed and wanted activity.”

I tossed the potatoes and ham into the skillet where they sizzled and popped. “I know that. I just get nervous easily.” I wanted to be free and happy around him. It was tiring being nervous around the people in my life.

His brow pinched and he stood from the table. “What makes you nervous?” He approached me with a gentle gleam in his eyes.

I knew I was weak, but I didn’t want him to think that of me. “That I won’t please you. You’re my first, so I don’t know what to do.” It was difficult to confess, but I trusted him.

Ozren stood before me and I turned to face him. “I have a big secret for you, my Rose. Men don’t need much. Especially me. I’m an easy beast to please. As long as you’re willing and breathing, once I’m inside you I don’t need much else.”

I broke into a smile and had to giggle. “You’re teasing me!”

Ozren’s hands wrapped around my hips and he placed a soft kiss upon my lips. “I’m completely serious, Rose. Besides, your body reacts quite well all on its own. Thinking about you even now gets me excited.” He leaned down nuzzling my neck, his beard tickled me.

It was the oddest boost of confidence I ever received.

Ozren’s expression turned lusty and he rubbed his whole palms into my hips. “There is something you do that drives me crazy.” His tongue flicked out to his tusk.

I bit my lip. “Really?”

Ozren licked his tusk again. “Your voice. The little moans and whimpers you make as you first start to grow wet. The slight jiggle of your breasts as you take those sudden breaths. It makes me feel powerful knowing I’m making you feel so good.” With each word his voice grew a little more husky. Playful but more hoarse until it was just a breath away from a hungry growl.

It took my breath away. I was charmed. If I didn’t need to tend to the food on the stove I would have let him sweep me off my feet then and there. “Is that all?” I wanted to sound casual, but my voice cracked and squeaked.

“Oh, there’s lots more, my Rose. I could go on for hours but I wouldn’t want breakfast to burn.” His look suggested he knew exactly what he was doing to me. His raised brow and seductive smile were so confident and sexy.

I had to turn to toss the food cooking in the skillet so it wouldn’t burn. But facing away from him helped my nerves to settle a little so I could confess to him as well. Taking another breath I continued. “You make me feel good too. I like your hands and uhm…and how you talk to me.”

He laughed. “I was worried that my chattiness was bothersome to you.” He came up behind me, pressing into my back as his arms wrapped around me. He placed his chin on my head and I felt safe, warm.

I shook my head. “It helps.” I let him take some of my weight as I relaxed into him. I smiled to myself, enjoying this cozy moment of playfulness.

Ozren leaned down and moved my hair aside to kiss my neck. “Nothing more precious than a woman who’s just cum. I love watching you in your afterglow and knowing I did that to you.”

My skin tingled in waves. How was he so good at this? Why was it so easy for him to get me so flustered and bothered? I didn’t think I could ever feel this way, let alone have someone wrap me around their finger so easily. Ozren was a master of his craft in many senses, but teasing me came as natural as the rain.

“I’m trying to cook!” I blurted out, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

He snickered, sounding like a little boy. “So sorry, my Rose. Am I bothering you? I’ll go back to the table and behave like a good boy then,” he drawled sarcastically before pecking my cheek.

I rubbed my cheek as he walked off, turning back to the skillet to make sure nothing in the pan had burnt.  He said it was so easy to please him, but I could barely talk when I was around him and in that sort of mood. Maybe one day I wouldn’t be so flustered around him and I could slowly build an immunity to his charm. But that seemed quite impossible with how I felt right now.

“Were you always such a charmer?” I asked as I filled our plates.

Ozren busted out laughing. “Not in the slightest! I used to be a right shit when I was a lad. Thank you, Rose.” He looked upon his plate with an eager glint.

Rolling my eyes I couldn't help but scoff in disbelief. “I don’t believe you,” I laughed as I took a seat.

Ozren winked at me. “I won’t scare you with the details, but I didn’t take anything seriously. I fought my way through things. I challenged everyone head on. I thought I had to be the meanest thing in the world in order for anyone to take me as a man.” He took a big bite of his food and nodded in approval.

I was awed that this man could have been anything other than that. I couldn’t imagine him being mean or petty. “But you’re so sweet now.” I murmured, pushing potatoes around on my plate.

Chewing slowly he leaned his head back sighing. I couldn't help but admire the thick cords of muscle in his neck running up his throat. It made my mouth dry even with the food I was chewing. Clearing my throat I looked away, this was a serious conversation after all.

“Not always, my Rose. That’s what growing does to a person. Experiences bring on wisdom and change. It took me some time, but I eventually got here from where I was.” His words made my heart ache.

I decided to try my best at flirting with him. Maybe there was something I could play with and make him blush. “I bet you were very handsome as a young man too.”

His eyes darted up and down me as he took a bite. He grinned from ear to ear and leaned over closer to me. “Trust me, you’re getting the best version of this old beast.”

I placed my hand upon his arm, rubbing it up and down slowly. “Oh come now! Don’t be modest. All that thick, lustrous hair must have been the envy of all the girls. I bet it’s been played with by many pretty hands.”

Was that flirting? Or am I just making an ass of myself? Yet it was a little fun seeing him react to me for once!

Ozren turned away from his plate to face me. “I’m afraid that’s still not the case, my Rose. I didn’t have hair when I was younger.”

Blinking, I shook my head. “What do you mean?” Looking at all the hair upon his head, the curls, the volume, the fly aways, and even the bits of silver, it was hard imagining him without his gorgeous tresses.

Ozren grimaced. “I hate to disappoint you. But there were no luxurious locks on this head until I began to age. I kept it all sheared off for ages.” He lifted a hand and ran it through his thick mane, chuckling softly.

I mocked outrage which caused him to laugh. “Offensive! You really were awful in your youth!”

“I used to think it made me look tough! It just made me look like a big, fat thumb.” he returned to his plate, lifting another heaping fork full to his mouth.

I took a bite then watched his hair fall off his shoulder. “Your hair is so beautiful. Did you really hate it so much?”

Ozren licked grease from his thumb. “I wanted to be big and bad, and lovely curls didn’t exactly scream that I was a menace. Took me a long time to learn I was never meant to be bad. I’m a lover.” He winked.

“You really are.” Come now, rue. Be sexy. You can do it. I tilt my head and lift a shoulder, letting my hair fall forward.

Ozren tilted his head to the side, cocking up his brow as he gave me the once over look again. “What’s that tone I hear? Are you growing sweet on me, Rose?”

I swallowed a big bite of food. “Of course I am.” I was blushing so hard even my nose tingled. Damn him! Why must he always be so observant?

Ozren smiled. “Mind if I ask why?” he twiddled with his fork, admiring me and waiting for me to continue what I had started.

That was a big question. “Why?” I looked down at my plate, hoping the chunks of potato and ham would spell out an answer for me. “You’re kind to me and I feel safe with you.” I placed my hands down in my lap and fidgeted with the tie of my robe. “I’m nervous around you, but I’m not afraid.” My voice sounded stronger than I felt.

I pried my eyes off the table and gazed into his eyes. “You’re handsome too. I like how your hands feel on me even when they're cold. Because… because when you touch me I can tell you like it too.”

Ozren’s eyes were smoldering, but he made no move or comment. It was so intense. Raw and almost primal.

I pinched my knees together and lowered my head down again. “I like the weight of your body on top of me. I feel like I’m something delicate and precious when you hold me like that in bed. When we… like last night-” I lost my breath a bit and had to stop. I heaved a breath licking my lips. Clearing my throat, I reached for my water.

“Do you like me inside you?” Ozren’s voice was low and quiet but it rumbled across my skin like it was spoken directly into my ear.

I couldn’t look at him. I was too shy with how he was looking at me. So I just nodded my head, pressing my lips together.

“But it’s more than that.” I managed to face him again. “You make me feel like I matter. You make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.”

“Because to me, you are.” Those words took my breath away. Suddenly, I felt as though I could do anything.

I stood up from my chair and went to his side. I kissed him and sat upon his lap, sighing with relief as his hands touched me. I wanted to please him as much as he did me. But what could I do? The thought of asking made me red all over, but I wanted to know.

“Is there anything you want me to do?” I asked.

Ozren shrugged. “I’d say you’ve done enough for me today.” He looked away smiling contently.

I pouted. “No. I mean like…anything.” My eyes flicked down to his lap and back to his face.

His eyes widened with realization. “Oh, I see.”

“Maybe you could teach me something new. Something I could do in the future you would like.” I fiddled with my hair as I waited for a response. My heart thumping away but abit exciting.

Ozren sighed. “Do you want to do this, or do you feel you have to?” he put an arm on the table leaning away. His eyes soft but serious.

I wiggled my rear in his lap. “I want to. I promise. You do so much for me. I don’t want to just lie there all the time. I want to… touch you like you do me. To… to kiss and lick and…” My face was burning up and my nerves were getting the best of me. I wanted to feel his skin. It hear his gasp. To make him tremble as he does to me.

Oaren’s cheeks darkened and he nodded. “Alright then. I am feeling a craving for you, but I didn’t want to push my luck after last night. Hop down, my Rose and I’ll tell you what to do.” his hand cuppedmy cheek.

I stood up and Ozren undid his belt, the metal clinking, tugging down his pants enough so he could pull his cock out. “Kneel down before me. Right here.” He spread out his feet and widened his knees.

I took off my robe as I knelt before him, placing my palms upon his thighs. I felt the warm skin and saw that thick scar on his thigh.  I wanted to keep our gazes fixed, but instead my eyes went right to his fist around his cock. It was still soft but it would pulse every so often. It was paler then his thighs except for the head that was bulbous and redish. It was shiny almost.

Ozren reached down with his other hand and held my jaw. “Open your mouth and hold out your tongue.” even though his words were firm but eyes were soft. Goldish eyes dilolated and focused on me.

I did as he said and his hand guided my mouth to his cock. I closed my eyes as he pressed it to my tongue, wagging the tip there so it got wet. It was salty with a slight bitter taste. Silky and soft on my tongue. He took his hand away from me, guiding one of my hands to grasp around his girth.

His eyes fluttered and mouth dropped “That’s it. Good girl,” he moaned.

It felt strange, but I wanted to learn what would make him feel good. I wanted tricks that would turn his stomach to fluttering butterflies like he did mine. With my hand I stroked him and I licked his tip as he grew harder. It felt heavy on my tongue.

“Kiss it too, Rose,” Ozren moaned. “Don’t be afraid to roam.” he advised crooking his head to the side watching me closely. I liked the attention. I liked his attention on me.

His cock was growing warmer and harder. I was able to drag my lips down the side, licking the base and dragging my tongue back up. I flicked my eyes to him for approval and saw his hand stroking over his chest.

He nodded at me. “Take me into your mouth now. But watch out for your teeth.” i watched his adams apple bob up and down while he swallowed thickly. Was i really doing it? Was i effecting him like it.

I placed his tip upon my lip, running my tongue around the tip as I pressed forward. I felt the dips on his head, the veins underneath and the slight give of his skin. His bulbous glands filled my mouth along with a salty taste.

“Good Rose, good. Now try sucking on it.” Ozren placed his hand on the top of my head. “Go slow now. Don’t push yourself.”

My lips closed around his shaft and sucked upon him. I watched my teeth as best I could, but I could feel him lurch once or twice. My mouth grew wetter the harder he became, and it started to feel like he was choking me. I gagged a bit and Ozren pushed me back. His cock bobbed in the air, with a bit of my saliva dripping down to my lip. I panted softly blinking the tears away from my eyes.

“I can do it. I can do it!” I was determined to be able to pleasure him as much as he did me. I can do it, just abit more. I can do this for Ozern.

Ozren chuckled. “You were doing it. I just didn’t want you to choke.” He rubbed my cheek affectionately. “But you’re doing very well. Do you like it?”

My lips felt a little numb from my mouth being stretched so wide, and I had gotten quite wet from the experience. Something about having him like that made me very excited, I almost felt the power he mentioned before. I loved it. Having his eyes on me, taking his breath away.

“It’s different. But I could grow to like it,” I said shyly.

Ozren licked his tusk. “Do you want to keep going?” his voice raw and strained.

I nodded. “Yes. Please.”

“I’m so lucky.” Ozren tapped his tip against my lips and I opened my mouth for him.  I took as much of him as I could and lowered a hand down between my thighs. I touched myself as Ozren’s cock pressed into my cheek. I moaned with him in my mouth and felt a shudder go through his body. My clit was swollen and when I touched it I felt relief.  Circling around that little pearl that added such relief. It felt so good. Us having pleasure together.

Ozren’s cock was getting harder and my jaw was aching with his girth. He pulled from me and his cock laid against my face. He was breathing hard and sweating. I panted with him feeling my spit spread on my cheek. My lips swollen from the pressure and friction of sucking his cock. I felt alive.

“Are you touching yourself, my Rose?” His voice was so deep and gravely. His great wide chest heaving with each breath. A darker shade paining his chest and cheeks.

I swallowed and caught my breath. “I am.” giving him a small smile. My hands petting his thighs reassuringly.

Ozren bent over, leaning his elbows onto his knees. “Did you like playing with my cock?”

I wiped my mouth. “I liked making you feel good.”

“I told you I’m easy. So, do you want me here and now or can you wait for the bedroom?” his eyes flashing dangerously.

What an epiphany! I’m not sure why it had never dawned on me before. But the idea of him taking me right there in the kitchen only built up the arousal that was already there. It made me think where else we could have sex beyond the bedroom.

I look aroud a moemnt. “Here,” I said breathlessly.

He came out of his chair and pinned me down upon the floor. He kissed me hungrily, biting and slurping as his cock rubbed up against my thigh.  He hiked up my nightgown and took his place inside me. I was still a little sore from the previous night, but I wanted him so badly it didn’t matter. If anything, I liked the sensation. A moan escaped my lips as easily as he slid into me.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed into my ear. “So good to me.”

“I want to be,” I whimpered. I did. Oh how i wanted to be his. All his. Only his. Only ozern.

Ozren pushed deep inside, grunting with effort. There was a strain on his face I hadn’t seen before.

Worry spiked in my veins“What’s wrong?” did i do something wrong! Was he hurt! Did i hurt his dick?!

“Nothing, my Rose.” He rolled his hips slowly. “You’ve got me so wound up I almost came.” he pants bowing his head into the crook of me neck. His arms twitching beside my head.

I was impressed with myself. “I want you to cum.” i was so forward. I was so blunt and yet it was the trust. Oooh i wanted him to come.

Ozren grinned. “You want me to fill you again? I bet some of me is still inside from last night.” He pushed deeper. A rumble echoing in hiw chest “Gods you feel sweet!” his hips snapping forward suddenly before resuming easy pace before.

I whimpered, touching his chest as he hovered above me. I wrapped my legs around him, squeezing my thighs so I felt tighter inside. Ozren shuddered and gazed down at me with bleary eyes.

“Let go of me, Rose. I need to pick you up.” after a moment of remembering how to move my legs i slowly untangled my legs. He scooped me off the ground as soon as I released him. He traded places with me on the floor. He laid on his back and placed me on top of him. I suddenly felt embarrassed and tried to push down my nightgown.

“Let me teach you something else, my Rose.” Ozren gazed up at me with those loving eyes. “But I want you to take off that nightgown so I can see every inch of your gorgeous body.” he plucked at my twisted piece of clothing a lazy smile on his lips.

I fidgeted and hesitated about removing it. He would be able to completly see me. My rolls my fat everything. Still those voices whipser all those horibble things. No, this is ozren. I trust him. I trust him with all of me. , yet eventually raising it over my head and laying it aside. I raised it over my head and laid it aside. Somehow from on top, I felt more naked than I had ever been in my life.

Ozren’s hand roamed my body. He smoothed them up my hips to my sides, grabbed my breasts and dragged them down again. “Take me inside.”

I could feel him against my rear, hard and a little wet from being inside me. I raised up a bit and his cock fell against his belly. I bit my lip, wondering how this was supposed to work. I took hold of him so he stood and I eased myself down. His hands helping by holding my hips. I winced slightly at the new angle, he was so big. I felt him so deep, feeling that slight stretch in my core. I bit my lip feeling my self sink deeper until his root. Panting slightly i open my eyes to look at him.

“Good girl,” Ozren growled. “Just like that.” heavy eyes stared at where we were joined and his lips curl slightly. I catch how his adds jump abit. His hands not holding down but holding tight.

“This is a little embarrassing,” I whimpered. I try to duck my head but then see my body on full display. Rolls and flab. Mouth scewing i look up instead.

His big hands roamed my body like he’d never touched it before. “I understand. But for me, I’ve never been so excited.” He lifted his lap from under me, pressing deep inside. “You look like my own personal goddess from this position.” He took hold of my hips. “Try moving for me.”

My legs weren’t too strong, but I tried bouncing in his lap. It was different from all the times before. Somehow he felt bigger and deeper inside me. His hands upon my hips guided me and helped me find a way to move that was comfortable and easy. I pressed my hands upon his chest, using them as balance.

“Good girl. So good!” Ozren was growing louder. “That’s it, keep going!”

“Does it really feel good?” I felt something deep inside me when I watched  him beneath me. Before, I would have felt like I could crush a man, but Ozren was alive. He was thriving even.

“It’s the best!” His back arched off the kitchen floor. “You’re amazing!”

I was jolted with confidence, pushed forward by his kind words. Feeling him arch off the ground thrust his dick so deep i cried out throwinf my head back. Panting  I sat up and moved my arms behind me, balancing my palms upon his thighs. I changed my position ever so slightly and continued bouncing upon him. Ozren’s fingers dug harder into my hips, gripping me tight while he began thrusting from below.

“I’m cumming-” His voice was strained and high. “Oh fuck! Rose! You’re making me cum!”

I moved harder, even if my body felt so exhausted. I wanted him to cum, I wanted to feel him cum with me on top of him. Was this how he felt? No wonder he liked it so much. He went stiff, pressing himself deep inside and not letting me move. I jerked and twisted until my thighs started to quiver. I bent over again, grabbing hold of his shoulders to keep from falling.

Ozren’s face twisted and his mouth gaped. Drool clung to his lips as he made silent cries into the morning air.

I was seeing spots and feeling light headed. That drifty, dreamy feeling rose into my head as Ozren spilled from inside me. The warmth spread onto his belly and he trembled again.

Ozren laid his head back, panting hard as I tried to keep myself up. I tried to lift my legs, but they wouldn’t budge.

“I’ve got you.” Ozren put his arms around me and I sank into his chest. “That was wonderful.”

I weakly placed my arms around him. “I’m glad.” it felt good but damn that was hard work. If this is what he had to do no wonder he was so strong. Damn!

“That’s my weakness,” he whispered into my ear. “Just so you know. I love seeing a goddess posed like that above me.”

I peered up from his chest. “A goddess?” his hand reached out smoothing my hair back. He cant be serious. Me? A goddess?

Ozren kissed my forehead and cheek. “You’re my goddess,” he chuckled. “My Rose, a delicate and frightening creature.” He smiled at me, and moved my hair aside. “And I will worship at your alter as often as you let me.”