When she was laying on top of the blankets in her thin sleep shirt and shorts, Clark whispered, “So pretty. I love how you’re made, sugar. Not a damn thing I’d change.” He traced his fingers down across the blankets, perhaps imitating how he would touch her if given permission. Nelly’s breathing sped up at the thought.
“Can you spread your legs for me, sweet thing?”
Good gods.She didn’t give herself time to hesitate. Drawing her heels up, Nelly pulled her legs apart. It was shockingly arousing to hear Clark’s sharp inhale.
“My nose tells me everything I need to know, but I can’t say how good it feels to see your pretty pink shorts all wet like that.” His eyes were locked on the juncture between her thighs for several heartbeats before they roved upward again. “Ah, and look at that. Are those pretty nipples hard for me, too? You give me such wonderful gifts.”
She’d considered wearing a bralette to bed, but the wine had made her bold. Instead, she’d put on a paper thin t-shirt made almost-but-not-quite translucent by over a decade of washes. Her nipples had been nearly visible before, but now they were entirely unmissable as they tightened beneath the fabric.
“You talked about how I liked to repair my fence all the time. You had no idea I used to stand there for hours pretending to be busy, hoping I’d get a glimpse of you. Nelly, you have no idea how many times I’ve jerked my cock raw to the memory of you in the sun, walking around in a skimpy little outfit, making me wonder what it’d be like to get on my knees and give those little nipples the attention they deserve.”
Her hand flew up to her breast without her permission. Clark’s expression tightened when he commanded, “That’s it, sugar. Give her a little pinch for me. Not too rough. Just enough tofeelit.”
She couldn’t look away from him even when she did as she was told. A streak of pleasure arrowed down her spine from that small, sharp pinch. A shuddering breath escaped her as the ache intensified.
“Y-You touched yourself when you thought of me?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
Clark gave her a long, smoldering look. “Touched myself? Nelly, there hasn’t been a day since I saw you that I haven’t stroked my cock and imagined it was your hand doing it.”
Did she think he was devastating before? Nothing could compare to the mental image of Clark taking himself in hand and jerking off to the thought ofher.
Perhaps seeing the look of ravenous curiosity on her face, he made a low, hungry sound in the back of his throat and asked, “You wanna see, sugar? I’m happy to oblige.”
She meant to say yes. What came out was a breathy,“Please.”
One of Clark’s hands slid down his hard stomach and under the waistband of his boxers, but he stopped there. In a tone that was all sensual challenge, he said, “Pull everything off. I want you naked.”
She’d never gotten undressed so fast in her life. In what felt like a flash, she’d shucked her sleep shorts. When she made to kick them down to the end of the bed, Clarktsked.“No, sugar. You give those to me. I want the scent of my mate’s wet cunt as close as I can get it.”
Before she could even process that, he’d pulled his hand out of his boxers and plucked the shorts from where she’d discarded them. Clark gave them a possessive look as he bunched the fabric in his fist and slowly brought it to his nose for a deep inhale. “Fucking delicious. When you’re ready, I’m gonna eat you up again and again.”
Settling the shorts on the pillow next to his head, he rasped, “Shirt now. Show me everything.”
Although she’d had sexual experiences before, Nelly hadneverfelt as desirable as she did in that moment, when her mate looked at her like he’d die if he didn’t get to see every last inch of her skin.
Holding his gaze, she sat up enough to pull her shirt over her head. After a moment of hesitation, she gingerly passed it over to him, too.
She knew she’d done the right thing when Clark groaned, his eyes closing in a look of pleasure that bordered on pain. “Yes,” he breathed, rubbing the worn fabric against his cheek, then down his chest. Turning his nose closer to where her shorts lay on the pillow, he gripped her shirt in one hand and then pulled his boxers down with the other.
Nelly wasn’t proud of the involuntaryeepof surprise that left her when she got her first look at Clark’s cock, but she also thought it was justified.
Of course there was a lot of talk about the beauty of orcs and their legendary reputation as intense, generous lovers, but Nelly had never given them much thought. She was uncomfortable watching porn and generally did her best not to imagine what other people looked like naked, as it too closely mirrored the invasion of privacy they might experience if she were to accidentally touch them.
So she was entirely unprepared for the shock of seeing Clark completely naked.
She’d been under the impression that once you saw one cock, you’d seen them all. That was wrong.
Clark’s was… green, obviously, and flushed dark with blood. It was criss-crossed with a fascinating pattern of veins and had a prominent head. It was shockingly thick, and she was certain it would have looked even more so in her own hand. Pre-come slicked the tip and, as she watched, slid down in rivulets to pool where his fingers met his flesh.
Nelly was absolutely certain she’d never taken something that big in her life, but at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to give it a good ol’ college try.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She wasn’t even sure when she’d closed them, but Nelly didn’t hesitate to snap them open again. Her eyes were locked on the tantalizing sight of his fist slowly squeezing his cock as he dragged it up inch by inch. “You like what you see, sugar?”
A nod was about all she was capable of.
A husky laugh filled the nest. “Show me. Play with your pussy. Show your mate how much you want him and I’ll do the same.”
