The sun was setting, and they watched it in silence, their eyes filled with wonder. Beth moved closer to him, and he enveloped her in his arms. She rested her head on his big chest, and he squeezed her closer, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. It felt nice. She felt protected like that. Cared for. She’d eaten well, the view was exquisite, and he was warm and hard everywhere she touched. She ran her fingertips over his forearm, up to his shoulder, and then down his chest. The tent forming in his leather pants and the quickening of his breath told her that every touch, no matter how timid and superficial, had a strong effect on him. She blushed when she realized how turned on that made her feel. To know that she wasn’t even doing anything, and he had that reaction to her. To her presence, her body, the smell of her skin.
It was getting dark. They put everything back in the basket, and Uthar offered to carry both the basket and the pelts. Beth walked by his side, unsure what to do with her empty hands. He moved everything into one hand, as if it was no effort at all, and with his other hand, he took hers. She looked up at him and smiled.
“This was nice.”
“We’ll do it again. Anytime you like.”
“I’d love that. But until then...” She bit her lip, trying to find the right words.
“Until then?”
“Until then, I’d like you to take me home, then take me to our room, our bed, and... do something else than sleep.”
They’d shared the bed since day one, but thanks to the fact that it was big, – the biggest bed Beth had ever seen, – they had barely touched. And Uthar had respected her wish by sleeping with his back to her.
He cocked an eyebrow. “But I’ve barely ticked a thing or two on your list.”
“Forget the list.” She laughed.
“I thought it was important.”
“It was. It is. But this...” She stopped, and he stopped, too. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. She rose on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his jaw. “This is more important.”
He bent his head, and the next kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. He let out a groan and encircled her waist with his arm, pressing her flush against him. Her hands came to rest on his throat, where she felt his pulse galloping. He leaned in, and she stretched to meet him. Their lips clashed, and she felt his tusks in a strange, delightful way. A current of desire rippled through her, settling between her legs. She let out a small moan, which spurred him on. He claimed her lips more passionately, pushing his tongue inside her mouth. She opened happily, greedily, letting him explore her as he pleased.
The kiss felt so intense that she was afraid her legs might give in. But he held her tightly, and she felt secure in his arms. When it ended, they looked into each other’s eyes.
“Let’s go home,” she whispered.
Chapter Nine
They kissed their way to the bedroom upstairs, and the only reason Beth didn’t collect a slew of bruises by walking into furniture was because Uthar guided her safely up the stairs. He lifted her midway, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He slipped his hands underneath her long dress and grabbed her thighs. She moaned into his mouth, making him let out a low, guttural growl. She loved the sounds he made – deep and primal. She felt wanted like she’d never felt before. And she wanted him, too, like she’d never dared to dream of wanting a man.
Not a man. An orc. A beast with green skin, tusks, and a grip that could snap her bones if he wasn’t careful. She knew he was holding himself back as he lowered her onto the bed, and she didn’t want him to. She opened her mouth to tell him to hurry up and stop thinking so much but stopped herself. If he hurried, if he didn’t pay attention, she might actually end up hurt. And then he’d never forgive himself for it. Beth had to let him do things his way. Let him set the pace.
“I’ve never done this before,” he said as he lifted her dress and buried his head between her legs, pressing his nose to her wet panties.
A shiver tickled her spine. “What?”
“Been with someone like you... a human...”
She chuckled. “Well, I haven’t been with an orc before. So we’re both allowed to be nervous.”
“I want to make you feel good. I want to give you pleasure.”
He rubbed his nose against her, and she moaned. Her hand went to his head. She pressed him down slightly, tilting her hips forward. She needed so much more, and he was teasing her.
“Then don’t... play with me...”
He hooked one finger in her panties and pulled. He made no effort at all, but the thin fabric tore easily, and then she was exposed and soaking wet, and he inhaled deeply again. He used two fingers to open her up, and every little gesture he did felt so sinful, almost dirty, that Beth was glad she couldn’t see him under her skirt. He didn’t kiss her directly where she needed him. He took his time to trace her inner thighs with his lips, then the tip of his tongue. He nipped at her sensitive skin, and feeling those sharp tusks, knowing that he could bite off a chunk of her if he wanted to, made her gush even more.
And then finally, his tongue pressed against her entrance and traveled up to her clit.
“So small,” he murmured.
“Mmm... what? I... I’m not small.” Since coming here and eating the orcs’ food, which was so good that it should’ve been forbidden, Beth had gained a few pounds. It fascinated her that Uthar didn’t care about it.
“You’re small to me. Tiny.” He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she let out a shaky breath. “I can swallow you whole...” And he demonstrated by opening his mouth and taking her in from her entrance to her mound.