No Motivation

NSFW tags: vaginal fingering, clit play

As Wonderful

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” the purple half-orc next to me states. I try not to whip my head too fast, at least I should try to pretend I haven’t grown too attached.

I shouldn’t be attached; I don’t even know his name, but how was I supposed to act sane when he does that lopsided smile showcasing that one of his bottom teeth is shorter than the other. He’s not doing that smile now.

I look out on the mountains in front of us, taking a sip of my peppermint tea as I watch lighting bugs flicker past. I fidget with my mug, trying to find any words except echoing his, “Tomorrow?”

I’m angry that I feel tears welling up in my eyes as he squeezes my shoulder. He’s just a guest. Guests are bound to leave. But he didn’t seem like just a guest. He had been here forever (well maybe not forever but longer than anyone has). I tended to his scar on this cheek the day he arrived and it now it’s on it’s way to being healed.

“I know it’s not ideal...” he sputters, “but I’m happy for the time we’ve had together.”

There has never been a time more than now that I wanted to shrink to my fairy form and fly away. Maybe I could fly to a reality where we stayed here, where he became an employee to the bed and breakfast and we could live in Echo Ridge forever. He would make me toast with fresh strawberry jam in the mornings and I would bring him his tea at night. Every night would be just like this: serene with perfect weather watching the shooting stars. I can’t lie and say that this thought was new.

“Do you have to leave tomorrow?” I whine.

He looks towards the house for a moment before looking back to me, his gaze sitting on my lips for a long moment. “Some people have told me I’ve already stayed too long.”

I’ve often caught him speaking in a such a way, saying ‘some people’ as if he was just a puppet used in someone else’s game. My guardian, Maddox, has always said to never ask the guests too many questions about themselves. I stay quiet.

“Once I leave,” he starts, “I’ll never be able to return.”

“Never is a long time,” I say. I feel as though I’m a child, trying to find some solution so I don’t have to let go. “Could I come visit you?”

“Absolutely not,” his voice is stern in a way I haven’t heard from him before. “Not because I don’t want you to… you just can’t.” He pulls me into his chest. “I fear since the moment I saw you, I wanted you. And I feared even more the day when I would have to leave you.”

“Can I come with you?” I’m shocked that I say this like it’s an option. Every time I have left Echo Ridge, I felt as though I was stranded at sea. But Hugo feels like finding a lighthouse.

I listen to his heartbeat as he thinks. I start to rub his back as he clears his throat, “Maybe, but you would have to say goodbye to this. I can’t ask you to do that.”

I place my chipped mug behind me. Instead of saying anything, I grab his face, leading his lips to mine. Before our lips touch he says as if it is the biggest secret in the world, “My name is Hugo, by the way. I know you have this thing about not telling guests your name and them not telling you theirs, but I want you to know it… In case.”

I look at the half orc— Hugo, his name is Hugo — again. He really was as stunning as the snow capped mountains I get to gaze upon everyday. I find myself getting lost in the pink blush that comes across his cheeks when I say his name. If I had the time, I could say that name to him for hours.

“I know we don’t know what might happen tomorrow, but maybe we can pretend that this is the first night of many nights that I would be able to do this.”

I place my lips on his, running my hand through his short black hair. He grins, a giggle escaping his lips. I want to hear that sound every single day. I want that to be what my magic does for others. Hugo kisses me back with the same passion, his lips unable to leave a smile. His warm hands run up and down my back. Everything about Hugo is warm from what I’m learning. I put my arms around his neck and he puts his hands around the small of my back. In my head, I’m revising the plan from earlier: fly away to a reality where we could do this all day, in front of the fireflies and bumblebees and anything else that would pass through.

“What was that about always wanting me?” I ask breathily.

“I have thought of us together… Some of it platonic, but recently the mind has been wandering,” he says, waving his hand as if it’s nothing. I want to tell him that means everything to me.

“I like that you think of me. Do you ever think about us doing more than just kissing?”

A part of me can’t imagine Hugo having impure thoughts about anything. He’s always put together, even now his shirt is creaseless and his hair is never out of place. But another part of me is delighted thinking about him thinking about me from his room in my inn.

He smirks coolly while shrugging. His hands move down my back slowly until they reach my ass. With minimal effort, he moves me into this lap.

“I asked you a question,” I sing.

His forehead moves to touch mine, our lips so close yet so far. “I already told you my mind’s been wandering.”

“How much?”

“You know too much, darling, and yet I know nothing.” He leans back, crossing his arms against his chest. “Do you think about me too?”

I nod, feeling the blush race to my cheeks. I watch as Hugo takes in a deep breath through his mouth. I watch his large Adam’s apple bob up and down.

“Does your mind wander too?”

I nod again, this time meeting his eyes. That beautiful smile overtakes his face again. If only we had more time. I let myself look at him in the small flickering porch light, his shirt is perfectly fit to his large torso with brown suspenders holding up his dark blue pants. I keep my hands firmly in his hair, not ready to travel.

“What do you like to think about?” he asks, leaning back in to kiss across my face and down my neck. I shiver at his touch.

I grab his wrist, moving his hand from my ass to my unclothed thigh. I move his hand up and down my inner thigh until his hand lightly brushes the bloomers under my dress that end around my mid thigh. His hands are smooth but the pads of his fingers are calloused. I whimper at the feeling of them dancing. He stops kissing down my neck to meet my eyes.

“What’s next, beautiful?”

I blush again, losing myself in the feeling of his lips on my face. His hand starts to move up and down my thigh like I guided it to. I reach for his other hand, and then take both hands off of me. I stand up from his lap and quickly remove my bloomers. I look at him from this angle, for the first time noticing the bulge in his pants. I sit back down on his lap, this time close enough for our chests to be touching, and his hand magnetically presses back onto my thigh. I place my lips on his, taking in the scent of his forest-scented cologne and the minty smell of his breath from his tea.

His right hand grabs my wrist, moving it to his chest. I grab ahold of his suspenders, letting my hands travel slowly until I unhook them. As his left hand moves slowly up and down my thigh, I try to focus on undoing his shirt buttons, each of them proving trickier than the last. I feel lightheaded just from how much I want him to keep touching me or perhaps it’s because he keeps getting closer to my underwear.

And finally when he down get to my bikini line, he hooks one finger around the waistline. My quest to unbutton his shirt falters as he asks innocently, “On or off?”

I look down at his hand disappearing underneath my dress and then look into his brown eyes. He shoots me a smile, little lines appearing by his eyes. I think this might be one of my favorite nights I’ve ever had.

“Your choice,” I reply. His hand moves over top of my underwear and starts to gently palm me. I let out a shaky breath. “That feels good.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” He sounds just as out of breath as I am. I can feel from the way I’m sitting that he’s hard. “I want to give you everything.”

His hand transitions from palming to rubbing my clit in small circles. His other hand travels up my dress to grab my breast. My heart is pounding in my chest, my hands clutching Hugo’s hairy chest.

“Hugo,” I moan as he slides his hand underneath my underwear.

He doesn’t comment on how wet I am, but I watch his face further light up. His thumb runs across my nipple and I shiver. “You’re so pretty.”

I kiss him again, riding the pleasure of his touches. It’s almost too much, but somehow I’m not overwhelmed. Every time I take a breath, Hugo is whispering some form of adoration. For once, I don’t feel like sex is just a thing to do.

I come fairly quick, a ringing in my ears and a replay of everything rolling through my mind. When my mind connects back to the real world, Hugo is kissing my cheeks. I still his hand underneath my dress and he moves it away.

“What do you dream about?” I ask, raising my eyebrow at him.

“Well, I’ve, um… The thing is… I got a little too into it I guess.”

I smile and can’t help but giggle. He sucks on his bottom lip before erupting in laughter too.

“I guess I’ll have to wait to see where your mind wanders.”

“I’ll probably be thinking about this for a while,” he admits, his cheeks turning darker as he blushes. “I love you.” I look at him, his eyes are watery just like mine.

Surely, just a few months of knowing each other isn’t enough to love someone. And yet, I find myself echoing his words once again, “I love you too.”

And then reality sets back in. Tonight is the last night we will be together, barring I cannot go with him tomorrow. I might leave Echo Ridge to never return. We will never have the fantasy I have thought about almost every day since meeting him. Tomorrow, I will just be some girl that he met on his travels, and I’m afraid he will still mean everything to me.

“My name is Winnie. I don’t just want to be a girl you met one summer.”

He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “As if you could ever be just any girl, Winnie. I know I said I could never ask you to come with me, but if you made that decision just know I would take care of you and I would strive to make every day better for you than the last. I would love you more than the day before.”