Page 13 of One Night with Her Untamed Orc
“These are important.” Her fingers point at her nipples. “Don’t forget them.”
“Yes. They are like the button here, right?” I ask, pressing my thumb through her underwear where her clit is. She grunts her answer; I like this side of her—unable to talk because it feels so good.
I rip off her underwear, unwilling to even attempt to slow down to pull it off. Kissing, thumb on the spot, fingers running through her wetness, teasing her, and she comes. Loud. Nails dig into my back. Gods, I’ve never seen anything so sexy.
“Again,” I say.
“No,” she says, still struggling for breath as I continue to work her clit.
I stop.
“I want you. It’s your turn.” That freezes me on the spot, for just a moment, before I jump up to kick my pants off. Kneeling over her, I take my cock in one hand, sliding slowly once, twice. There’s already a drip of precum. She pushes herself up and licks it off my tip. I shudder with the sheer pleasure of it.
“This is what you want?” She nods, a greedy look in her eyes. “Say it,” I demand.
“I want your cock inside me.” Those words are magic. Notching myself at her entrance, I push in a little, then pull out and rub her wet clit with the end of my cock. Her moan makes me twitch. I start over again, this time pushing into her and almost coming undone from the tightness of her pussy.
“You’re so tight. Just for me,” I say with a grunt as I slowly work my way inside her. We move together slowly, breathing, pushing and pulling back a little. Her warm brown eyes flutter with each thrust. I can’t look away from her. Everything about her is captivating, like I’ve entered a magical meadow filled with dazzling, delicate butterflies. I’m afraid that if I breathe, the moment will pass. All I want is to be here with her, to make her feel pleasure. Ensure she knows she’s loved.
When I thrust in, filling her completely, her eyes widen. “Oh, Tarik,” she breathes. “So full.” Nodding, I pull out and push in all the way again. Loving the way her lashes frame her eyes as she gasps and her legs spread wider to fit me.
“Just for you. All for you.”
Emma pulls my head down, kissing me with an intensity that makes me want to roar in happiness. Thrusting harder, her walls clench around me, driving me further, faster. It’s impossible not to come with her panting and mewling. Pure ecstasy. But I push myself to think about her weird eels instead of how delicious she feels until she lifts her hips and digs her nails into my biceps.
Refocusing my attention on the scent and feel and taste of her body, I thrust harder, faster, twisting one pink nipple as I do so. She comes undone, milking my cock for all its worth. I could die right now. Blissful and happy.
I pump into her, roaring out her name as I come, filling her completely.
“I think I see stars,” she says when she finally catches her breath. She’s beautiful, sweaty, still salty, messy hair spread out on the pillow; cheeks pink from the rush, and smelling like me. Rolling off of her, I lie on my side beside her, pushing her hair away from her forehead.
“Me too, except I just see one.”
“Oh wow. That was cheesy.”
“No. Not cheesy. I was going for poetic.”
Emma sighs and gives a small laugh. “Thank you. It was, just, over the top.” Hmm, I’ll have to think about that. “I’m going to shower.By the time I leave here, you’ll be grateful. I feel like I’m using all your water to bathe myself.” She chuckles again, then walks her stunning naked ass to the shower, leaving me to contemplate her words, ‘by the time I leave.’
Chapter 13
Emma
Sunlight streaming in through the window wakes me. Finally. Enough clouds and gloomy rain, time to work! Though without the rain yesterday, I probably wouldn’t have spent the night snuggled safe and warm in Tarik’s arms.
Speaking of—where is he?
My clothes are still damp, but I put them on anyway, grabbing the other outfit. I can string it up outside to finish drying. Downstairs, there’s coffee and a giant muffin filled with cinnamon apples and oats. It tastes like fall. But still no Tarik. I do a double-take after a sip of my coffee. This isn’t normal everyday coffee with milk! This is some sort of magical homemade pumpkin latte. It’s happiness in my mouth. There’s a note taped to the door that says, “Working in the garden.”
Boots on, backpack filled with supplies and my still soggy notebook, I head outside. That’s when I realize I don’t even know where his garden is. I walk around the cabin until I find a trail opposite the one that goes down to the beach. There’s a clearingbetween the trees, and it looks like a flowering wonderland. He’s got staked tomatoes, vining beans and flowers, peppers, tall green things I don’t know what they are, and toward the back, I see a hint of orange. That’s where he and Poros are, squatting amongst what must be his pumpkin vines.
Poros lifts the leaves off a pumpkin, and it’s almost as big as he is. I had no idea pumpkins could really get to this size. I always assumed they were photo-shopped.
“Good morning!” I call, waving as I step through the garden gate and make my way to them. The ground is still soggy from yesterday, but it’s more stable. I don’t slip or sink.
Tarik looks like he is ready to have his way with me right now, in the garden, and I blush at the thought. I wonder if a giant pumpkin would hold the weight of both of us? Would anyone want a pumpkin that had an orc’s ass on it? Hmm. But when Poros squeaks out a hi, like the teenager he is, Tarik looks at him with a deadly look.
“You two are working early. How are these pumpkin gods doing?”
