Fallen Giant
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He lay against the stairs, spent, his arms flung wide, his woman between his legs, carefully cleaning his cock with her tongue. He stared up into the stars and enjoyed her nuzzling against his softening cock and balls, her tongue hot but loving on his flesh.
“God, I love you,” he whispered.
She nipped his balls lightly and chuckled. “Well, I love you. I don’t do that for just anyone.”
He grinned into the night.
“Will you take me to bed, Levi?”
Just like that, his cock got hard, passion flooding into his veins again. This woman would never tire him out.
“Yeah, babe. I’ll take you to bed.”
He left his cock out, his belt undone, his jeans low on his hips. When he stood, he gently helped her rise, then led her into the cabin, his hands already worshipping her body.
*****
Trish lay there, her arm propped on a pillow, her legs still spread wide. Levi had moved off her to her left side and was snoring peacefully next to her. His head was on the pillow next to her, but his beard tickled her shoulder.
None of this seemed real yet. Not this man next to her, with his big hand low on her stomach, his fingers nearly touching her intimately. Not the salty taste of him still on her tongue. Not the wet between her legs where he’d come again, filling her with the thickness of his life.
When she’d watched him undress for her, then undress her, it didn’t seem real. He picked her up and carried her, for God’s sake. Who did that? That was like a dream. He’d even arranged a pillow for her arm, told her not to move it, then slid down her body before she could argue. He’d propped her feet on his shoulders and licked her to climax no more than five times. His beard still smelled like her and she’d bet it was still wet. She’d come a lot.
She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve this man. This fallen angel. This giant. But she’d do everything in her power to keep him.
She skimmed her fingers down her tummy to where his hand was. She rested her smaller one on his and felt the instant he woke up.
“Whatchu need, babe?” he murmured.
Trish blindly turned her head to him and sought his mouth. Then she pushed his hand lower, moved his fingers over her wetness.
“Mmm,” he said against her lips. “Exactly what I need, too.”
This time when he rolled on top of her, he moved slowly inside of her. Like their first time.
He was right.
This wasn’t just a fuck.
This was making love.
Trish rolled her hips up to him and let out a breathy sigh.
“I love you, Levi,” she whispered.
He kissed her, his beard and mustache smelling of her, his tongue and lips making love to her mouth. Trish gripped Levi’s bicep tightly, her fingernails digging in. This man gave the best orgasms. The. Best.
She may not have known why she’d chosen Magnolia to move to when she made the choice. But she was glad that’s where she ended up.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be under this man, this giant, right now.
“I love you, too, Trish,” he murmured.
She spiraled into another orgasm, this one stronger than the last. She might’ve blacked out a bit. She could handle the pain her arm gave her if he kept giving her pleasure like that.
And he did.
Epilogue
Orrie stayed to the back of the lecture hall, even when the speakers ended the symposium and patrons began to leave. He watched the students file past him and the few people down front begin to clean up their computers and whiteboards.
Today was the last day of a week-long informational seminar hosted by Bremen University. The science seminar began with lectures on physics and chemistry, including experiments and movies, and ended today with top entomologists from across Europe, along with live subjects of arachnids and insects.
Orrie was only here for one of the speakers.
Her name was Matryona Irina Novichkova.
He got up and slowly came down the stairs to the front of the room. Of the other lecturers still present, only Matryona was alone, packing up her computer and a projector.
“Excuse me, Ms. Novichkova?”
She turned and Orrie was smacked in the face with her luscious beauty. He’d heard that not only was she a prodigy in her field, but that she could have been a model. Maybe had been. Her background was shrouded in mystery.
“May I help you?”
She spoke in English, just like the lecture she’d given.
“I was very interested in your lecture. You seem to have seen nearly every type of insect in the world.”
“Not every one, but I thank you for the compliment,” she said with a head nod. Then she went back to packing up her computer.
“Ms. Novichkova, I’m wondering if—”
“Please,” she held up a hand, then glanced over her shoulder at him. “My name is a mouthful. Please call me Min.”
“Min,” he said, rolling the name over his tongue and through his brain.
“Yes. So much easier than Matryona Irina Novichkova. Just take the first letter of each. Min.” She smiled at him.
And Orrie was undone.
He almost forgot why he was there.
But then his brain began to function again and the beetle in his pocket began to flutter around. “Um, would you be able to take a look at this for me?”
He pulled the glass vial out of his pocket and handed it to her. She scraped a hand over her clear, wide forehead and took it from him. The beetle flapped against the glass and her slim fingers almost dropped the tube.
She looked over the vial at him. “What is this?”
“I was hoping you could tell me,” he said honestly.
The leading entomologist in her field, Min shook her head. She even jumped when the beetle flicked its wings at her. “I do not know,” she whispered. When she looked up at Orrie again, there was horror in her gaze. “But I have seen this before.”
“You have? Where?”
She shook her head and waved the vial at him. “Take it. Destroy it.”
He took the vial but frowned. “Destroy it? I thought you liked insects.”
“That,” she pointed at it. “That is not an insect. Destroy it before it destroys you.” She hiked her bag over her shoulder, grabbed a crate of books off the chair next to her and hurried out of the lecture hall.
Orrie stared, stricken, at the beetle.
Then chased after Matryona Irina Novichkova.
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