“You want this?”
“Yes, please.”
“I need to take care of you first. My body hasn’t fully returned to normal, which means I’m still too big. I’ll hurt you at this size and I refuse to do that.”
I step back and take her hand, pulling her with me to the center of the room. I strip what’s left of my shredded clothes and pile them on the carpet near the fireplace. There’s no flame but the hearth is wide and the carpet is soft and new. I add her cardigan and anything else I can find to make a decent surface. It’s not a bed, it’s a pile of torn fabric on the floor of a house we don’t own yet.
I stand before her naked, with my horns tall, tusks elongated and my leaking erection bobbing in front of me. “Come here.”
She gazes at me with wide eyes.
“Take off your clothes,” I order. “I want to see every inch of you.”
She licks her lips and then pulls her top over her head and drops it. Her bra follows — simple, practical, and underneath her breasts are round and full with peaked nipples that make my mouth water. Her pants slide down her wide hips. She hooks her thumbs in her underwear and pauses.
There’s a flicker of hesitation.
“Do not hide from me,” I growl.
“I’m not?—”
“You are. I can see it. What are you afraid of?”
She swallows. “I know what I look like, with my rolls and cellulite and I know that?—”
“Sloane, you are the most beautiful female I have ever seen. Your body is perfect.”
“You’ve never seen a naked female before.”
“And I never want to see another one. Only you. For the rest of my life.” I hook my fingers in her underwear and pull them down her thick thighs. She steps out of them and she’s bare before me and I almost lose my mind.
Curves everywhere. Heavy breasts with rosy nipples. A soft belly, wide hips and thick thighs with dimples that I want to bite.The auburn hair between her legs. The freckles on her stomach I didn’t know about. She’s magnificent.
“Lie down,” I tell her.
She lowers herself onto the pile of clothes by the cold fireplace and she lies on her back.
I kneel between her thighs and spread them wider. She’s already wet — I can smell her arousal, thick and sweet, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever scented in my life.
“I’ve studied for this,” I tell her. “I know what to do.” But nothing could have prepared me for the reality of lowering my mouth to my female and tasting her for the first time.
She’s hot and slick against my tongue and the sound she makes when I lick through her folds is going to live in my memory forever. A choked gasp that turns into a moan that turns into my name. “Oh god. Jonus?—”
Her taste lights up all my senses.
I listen to what her body tells me. I vary the pressure and speed, paying attention to what makes her gasp versus what makes her moan. When I find her clit at the top and circle it with my tongue, her entire body jerks.
Her hands fly to my horns.
The effect is immediate and devastating. Pleasure shoots down my spine, straight to my cock. I knew orc horns were sensitive, but her fingers gripping sends electricity through every nerve in my body. I groan against her and the vibration makes her cry out.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I growl against her again deliberately and she arches off the floor. The vibration is doing something incredible to her. I file this away and keep going, alternating between long licks and focused attention on her clit, growling each time her grip tightens on my horns.
Her thighs clamp around my head. Her hips rock against my face and I let her use me, gripping her thick thighs and holding her steady, giving her something to ride.
“Jonus — I’m going to — I can’t?—”
