Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“I’ve never had those but if they smell like that, I can’t wait,” I said honestly.
“Good, but it’s going to be a minute before they’re ready,” he said. “I didn’t want to start it too early in case you came a little late. If you’re not careful, the cabbage gets mushy.”
“We could just talk,” I offered, nodding at the couch. Or he could kiss me again—I wished he would! I was so attracted to him I felt like I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I just wanted to rub up against him, like a cat in heat!
“Mmm, I guess we could,” he rumbled.
He sat down on the couch, but this time he didn’t put me beside him. Instead, I found myself sitting on his lap—which I confess, I really liked.
I wished I was brave enough to straddle him, but I didn’t want him to think I was “easy” like the boys from so long ago had said I was. That had made me feel almost as bad as knowing that the guy who’d taken my virginity had made a bet that he could sleep with the “fat girl.” So I just sat kind of side-saddle, facing the big Orc.
“I missed you,” I told him. “I mean, I really missed you a lot.”
“I missed you too, Babygirl,” he rumbled, looking into my eyes. “I hope you don’t mind sitting in my lap. You can move if you want.”
“Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “I like this. I mean, I like being eye-to-eye with you. You’re so tall it’s hard to get up to your level.”
He rumbled a laugh.
“I could say that you’re so short it’s hard to get down to yours. But I like it too.” Cupping my cheek, he looked into my eyes. “I really want to kiss you again.”
That was exactly what I wanted, too. Threading my fingers through his coarse, black hair I pulled him down and kissed him thoroughly.
To my delight, Tark let me take the lead. He groaned softly as I explored his mouth—first with soft, closed mouth kisses—and then opened for me when I probed gently at the seam of his lips with my tongue.
I have to say that kissing a full-blooded Orc is probably what kissing a Saber Tooth Tiger would be like. Tark’s teeth were sharp and lethal—I knew at once he could rip out my throat if he wanted to. But he was extra careful to be gentle with me, even when our kissing got deeper and hotter. His mouth tasted sweet and salty, a little like he’d been eating salted caramel before he came to meet me, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I really wanted him to touch my breasts, but again I was afraid of him thinking I was “easy.” I gave him as many hints as I could, though—rubbing my breasts against his broad chest and running my fingers through his hair over and over again. I could tell he liked what I was doing by the low groans I drew from him. Finally, he pulled away.
“Goddess, baby—you’re driving me fucking crazy.” His voice was a hoarse growl and his golden eyes were lazy with lust.
“You’re driving me crazy too,” I admitted. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Feeling daring, I leaned forward and licked his neck—right under the lobe of his pointed ear. His skin was salty and delicious and his warm scent was even stronger here.
Tark sucked in a breath and groaned more loudly this time.
“Goddess…”
I took that as a sign that I was on the right track. My neck had always been a really sensitive area—apparently that held true for Orcs as well. At least, for Tark.
I licked and nibbled up and down the strong cords of his neck, not neglecting his long, pointed ear. When I ran the tip of my tongue along its graceful curve to the up-tilted tip, I could feel Tark’s big body shivering under me. But just as I was about to nibble the lobe, he took me by the waist and pushed me gently but firmly away from him.
“What happened? Don’t you like it?” I asked, feeling hurt.
Tark was breathing deeply with his eyes closed. He still had his big hands locked around my waist, so I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Yeah, Babygirl—I fucking liked it. I liked it too much,” he growled, opening his eyes at last. “Look, I don’t want to take things too fast with you,” he rumbled softly. “We need to be careful—I need to be careful.”
“Careful, why?” I demanded, feeling hurt and also extremely sexually unfulfilled. “I won’t break, you know!”
“Yes you will, if I don’t watch out,” he growled. Then he sighed and let go of my waist to cup my cheek in his hand. “Look, I don’t want to be fucking crude, but I didn’t jerk off before you came here.”