But Grak doesn’t take it any further. Not at first. We finish washing up, and he turns off the water. Then, he wraps me in a fluffy towel and carries me to bed.
He is damp and naked over me, his wet hair tied up in that infernal man bun once again. I’m shivering.
I reach for him, but Grak is already locking his arms around me and taking what he wants.
He kisses me hungrily, molding my body against his.
I feel every inch of him, and it is delicious.
He pulls away from the kiss only to paint my face with his lips, dabbing smaller kisses everywhere.
“I cherish this face,” he says.
Once again, he presses his mouth over mine, coaxing it open with his tongue. I moan against him, savoring the sensation of our wet, sensual kiss.
He pulls me on top of him, then, sliding his hands over my lower back, massaging me just where I need it.
My eyes flutter closed at the pleasurable massage.
“Are you ready for sleep?”
“No!” I say, my eyes flying open. “Why would you suggest that?”
“Tomorrow is Sunday, and the farm is closed to the public.”
How did I forget what day it was, but he’s already fully adjusted to life on the farm?
“Well, I’m not tired,” I lie.
“You are. And so am I. Let’s go to sleep. We have all day tomorrow to take this as far as we want,” he says.
One thing about Grak, he doesn’t lie.
He’s asleep almost instantly, the moment I curl up and cover us both with the blankets.
And he takes up almost the entire bed. But I don’t mind this, finding his torso surprisingly comfortable to lie on.
And he’s just the right amount of toasty.
All night, he holds me close, our legs tangled together. Although he’s nearly three feet taller than I am, I find that my body fits in perfectly snug next to his. Everything about this arrangement makes a weird kind of sense. And isn’t that true about a lot of things when it comes to Grak and me?
I fall asleep with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Morning comes with two big orc hands holding on to my breasts as I lie on my side, still on top of my husband.
My body goes tight at the feel of his hands there, not knowing if he’s doing this to wake me up or if he reached for me like this in his sleep.
I lightly feather a kiss over his mouth.
He sighs, and I take it up a notch by licking over his bottom lip.
The girthy cock moves, now hard against my hip.
I smile.
Grak cups my face and pulls me down for a growly, sleepy kiss.
I run my hands down his chest, exploring all his many ridges, ripples, and veins. So not human but not that much different, either.
