“But I won’t have you lying on cold stone.” I step back and strip off what’s left of my shredded flannel, tossing it onto the smoothest section of cave floor. My torn pants follow, leaving me completely bare. My cock bounces in front of me, thick, green and aching.
Anna’s mouth drops open.
I let her look all she wants.
“Your turn,” I say roughly.
Her cheeks flush pink, but she reaches for the hem of the ruined flannel she’s wearing. She pulls it over her head and drops it on the pile. Her sweater follows, then her boots and finally, her jeans unbutton and slide down her wide hips. Anna kicks the pants away and hesitates at her undergarments. A simple bra, practical pink cotton underwear. Her breasts are not overlarge, just the right size. All I want to do is kiss and lick her all over and eventually come all over that soft stomach.
“All of it,” I growl. “I want to see every inch of you.”
She unclasps her bra and lets it drop from her arms. Her breasts bounce free and her nipples are already peaked in thecool cave air. Then she hooks her thumbs in her underwear and slides them down her thick thighs.
And I nearly lose my mind.
She’s magnificent. Curves everywhere—soft belly, wide hips made for bearing my sons, an ass that makes my hands itch to grab and squeeze. And between her thighs, her mound is dark and hairy. Something primal in me roars with approval.
A quick flash of insecurity crosses her features. Her hands start to move, trying to cover herself.
“Don’t.” I catch her wrists. “Don’t you dare hide from me.”
“I’m not exactly...” She trails off, not meeting my eyes. “I know I’m bigger than?—”
“You’re perfect.” I release her wrists and slide my hands down to grip her thighs, feeling the soft flesh give under my fingers. “I want these wrapped around my head. And this gorgeous ass?” I reach around to palm the generous curve, pulling her against me. “I want to watch it bounce while you ride me.”
Her eyes are shining. “Keric...”
“You’re the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen. Every inch of you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she chuckles. “And I feel the same way about you. I think you’re the most handsome male I’ve ever seen and I want that body all over me.”
I add her clothes to the pile, creating a makeshift bed. It’s not much, but it’s better than bare stone. Then I lie down on my back, the cold rock biting into my spine. I don’t care. I’ll take the discomfort. She won’t feel a moment of it.
I grab my shaft and give it a few rough, mean strokes because I know she loves my cock. “Come here,” I command.
Anna moves toward me, and I guide her to straddle my chest, then higher, until her thighs bracket my head and her knees rest on the soft pile of clothes.
She’s looking down at me with wide eyes, vulnerable and aroused. From this angle, I can see the soft curves of her belly, her round breasts, and right above my face is her hot, hairy pussy.
I inhale deeply and her scent floods my lungs. Musky and sweet. My cock throbs against my stomach, but I ignore it. My female comes first. Always. “Hold onto my horns,” I tell her.
Her hands wrap around them, and I groan at the contact. Pleasure sparks down my spine, straight to my cock. Orc horns are sensitive, but I had no idea how intense it would feel to have my Bride gripping them while I pleasure her.
“Is that okay?” she asks, loosening her grip.
“Don’t let go.” My voice is strained. “It feels... just don’t let go.”
Then I grip her hips and pull her down to my mouth andtaste. Her hot moisture coats my lips immediately and I growl with satisfaction. She’s soaked and ready for me. Her arousal is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I’ve studied this. Read texts on human female anatomy and listened to mated males talk when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. I know where her pleasure center is, know how to work it, know what makes females fall apart. But nothing prepared me for the reality. I lick through her folds, slow and thorough, learning the shape of her. She gasps above me, her grip tightening on my horns. I find the bundle of nerves at the top—her clit, the texts called it—and circle it with my tongue.
“Oh god,” she breathes. “Keric?—”
I listen and vary the pressure or speed, paying attention to what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head. Her hips are starting to rock against my face, seeking more.
I give her more.
I close my lips around her clit and suck gently while my tongue keeps working. She cries out, her whole body jerking. Anna’s fingers tighten on my horns and the pleasure that shoots through me makes me groan against her pussy.
