Page 74 of Must Love Lavender and Little Lies
“I thought so.”
I was still laughing when the gown slipped from my shoulders and pooled at my feet, revealing my naked breasts.
Granik went quiet.
I then slipped off my thin underwear and let him look, because the way he was looking at me made me feel like the most extraordinary thing he had ever seen, because I loved him.
“Junie,” he said, his voice low and a little rough.
“I know,” I said.
He reached out and tucked a loose curl behind my ear. Then he kissed me, slowly at first but drawing me closer until there was no space left between us.
“Bedroom,” I whispered against his lips.
“Agreed,” he said, and lifted me as easily as if I weighed nothing, which made me laugh again.
He set me down at the edge of the bed and looked at me for a long moment, his golden eyes warm and dark, taking his time.
“Still thinking?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “Just taking this moment in,” he said, then began to trail kisses down my neck and down my collarbone. He then sank to his knees and gently nestled himself between my legs. Moving carefully, he began kissing my breasts. My nipples hardened to the feel of his warm mouth on me. Running my fingers through his hair, I moaned in pleasure.
Granik’s hand stroked my back, then found my hips. He pulled me toward him and whispered in my ear.
“I want to taste you…all of you. Please, lie back.”
Unhesitatingly, I lowered myself onto the bed.
A moment later, he began to place tickling kisses on my inner thighs. My stomach knotted with butterflies as I felt his warm breath near my feminine folds. And then…it was all warmth and wetness, and he gently moved his tongue across my most secret places. Gripping the bedsheets, I moaned in pleasure as his lips and tongue worked in tandem, sliding across my pleasure center. As he worked, I felt the heat rise in me. I could feel he was bringing me to a peak I could not resist—and I didn’t want to.
“Granik,” I whispered. “Granik.”
He did not stop, merely slipped his finger inside me, moving it gently.
The sensation made me explode with pleasure, my breath coming quick as I called out his name. “Granik, Granik!” I called,my thoughts scattering like the butterflies from my wedding gown. I felt like I was one of them, unmoored by his magic.
When it was done, he pulled back and then waited for me as I recovered, sliding onto the bed beside me, gently stroking my breasts.
Finally coming to myself, I rolled over and undid his belt and helped him slip out of his trousers. He moved to help me, revealing himself in a way I had, admittedly, imagined but never seen before. His manhood was…enormous. I had known it would be. He was an orc, after all, but now…
“Junie, are you… It’s not too much, is it? I mean, we never talked about?—”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” I told him, then returned his favors, kissing his chest and letting my lips trail down the line of black hair from his belly button to his hard member. I took it into my hands, feeling him shudder at my touch. Moving gently, I licked him and stroked him, relishing his pleasure, then whispered, “Slide back.”
Helping Granik get into place on the bed, I slid on top of him and leaned over, placing a passionate kiss on his lips.
“Go slowly,” he told me. “We’ll just go slowly.”
“It’s you and me. You and me.”
Taking his manhood into my hand, I slowly slipped him inside me…just the tip at first as I grew comfortable with his girth, but slowly I stretched to take him. I loved this man. This was my husband. My life. My best friend. One day, he would be the father of my children. I wanted all of him. When I was comfortably settled, we began to move together as faultlessly as I knew we would, Granik sliding slowly in and out of me at first. But once we found our rhythm, our speed quickened, and it was…divine. The sensations of pleasure that rippled over me were like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Because, of course, it would be this way with Granik.
He was the one for me.
And he always had been.
