Page 12 of One Night with Her Untamed Orc
Oh gods. Now the heat in my cheeks is a torrential flood through my entire body. “You can?” my voice comes out as a squeak. He takes a step closer to me, landing in my personal bubble. Mere inches between his naked torso and my almost naked body. Sandwiched between the wood-planked wall behind me and Tarik’s hulking body in front of me. Heat radiates from him. My nipples harden to points, like they’re trying to reach out and touch him.
“Tarik, I—” he puts a finger on my lips to stop me from trying to explain myself. His other hand grasps my hip, slides around to my back, and pulls me into him. His skin is hot against me. I can imagine the sizzle and steam as the rain on my skin evaporates upon contact with him. His thick cock is rock solid and pressed against my lower abdomen. The urge to climb him this way, to find friction here, is almost too much.
He makes a sound, deep and rumbling; I feel it in my chest.
“I want to make you feel good again. And warm.” It’s the sexiest and sweetest thing a man has ever said to me. He licks his lips. The sight of his tongue makes me clench my thighs together. Yes, please, I think.
Tarik tugs at my hair with his other hand, pulling my head back, not hurting me. The sensation seems to be directly connected to my clit, and as he tugs my hair, my clit throbs. “Scenting your arousal isn’tenough. I want to taste your arousal. But I need you to say you want this, too.”
I fish mouth again, just like when I first saw him in the woods, until the words finally form coherent thoughts in my head. “I consent. I consented in the bath. I consent now. All of it. Yes. Now.” The words come out rapid-fire, giving away my desperation.
“Good. Now I’ll kiss you.” You might think that announcing his actions like that would take away the delight of surprise or lessen the pleasure, but you’d be as wrong as an eel walking around on land. His lips are soft, which surprises me. His arms engulf me, wrapping tight around me and lifting me to his height. I yield to his kiss, welcoming him into my mouth, searching out his tongue.
He pulls away from me and stares at me. Oh, I’ve done something wrong already.
“I’ve never been kissed like this before.” It’s a simple statement, and it leaves me full of questions and musing.
“Do you want me to stop?” Please say no. Please say no.
“No. I just—don’t know what to do.”
“Ah,” I smile, loving the way he’s opening up to me. “Just follow my lead. We’re doing what feels good.” I can see him thinking over that sentence. He’s still holding me off the floor; it feels silly when we aren’t kissing, but I don’t say anything. Finally, he nods.
“I’m going to kiss you again.”
“Good.”
Chapter 12
Tarik
Emma’s lips are so soft, sweet, and salty. The taste of the sea on her skin is oddly good. Though I still hold the opinion that I don’t like the sea. Her lips part again, ready and eager to take me, my tongue. I love that she wants me, that she’s so open to me.
Just like in the bath, she knows what she wants, and she gets it. My admiration for her grows, as does the hardness I desperately need relief from.
My tongue darts in and hers is there ready to play. I let my tusks rub up against her cheek, then suck her bottom lip. When she groans, I know I’ve hit pay dirt. I do it again, tugging at her hair once more. Her body comes alive, hands clawing my biceps, legs trying to climb me. It makes me chuckle.
“Come with me,” I say, and readjust my arms to scoop her up, bridal style. I carry her up the stairs to my bed in the loft. It’s almost night, and I haven’t turned on any lights, but I know the way.
As soon as I set her on the bed, I’m on her, kissing her again. Enjoying the softness of her body under mine. Her body arches up, her hands still frantic, grasping my arms and my back, trying to pull me into her, to give her friction. “Not yet, my sweet pumpkin.”
“Pumpkin? You do like them,” she says with a pant.
“It’s better than sweet eel.” She thinks for a second, then agrees with a giggle.
“You have my permission to take my clothes off. Touch me anywhere. Anyhow.”
“Impatient, much?”
“I just don’t want any miscommunications. I want this. You.” Her words are more powerful than she knows. I’ve spent my life trying to be alone, because I knew nobody wanted me the way I am. Big. Quiet. Likes plants more than people. But this woman…she likes me the way I am.
I trail kisses down her cleavage, nuzzling her nipple with my nose, then nipping it with my lips through the fabric. “Off,” she says.
“Demanding.” I retort, happy to oblige. It’s wet, tight, and twisty. I get one breast free, then the other, but the fabric is wadded up and I can’t get it over her shoulders. Frustrated and without asking permission, I grab it with both hands in the middle andyank, ripping the blue spandex apart. Displaying her gorgeous round breasts just for me. “That’s better.”
Emma giggles, and her breasts and stomach bounce. “You are so beautiful,” I breathe. When she blushes, the rosy pink goes from her cheeks down her neck to the top of her chest. “Exquisite.”
I kiss along her globes, taking care to lick the salt off each breast before moving to the other. I do not suck her nipples. They perk up, beady and hard, and it takes all my willpower to blow air across them but not touch them.
