Page 16 of Bigfoot's Wife

“Mate?” There’s that word again. Olwydd's looking at me like I’m the sun in his sky.

“My soulmate."

Oh boy. Here he goes with the excessive flirting again. I don’t hate it, I really don’t. But soulmates? That’s a little over the top, even for him. It’s part of his charm, though, and I’m flattered. There's an earnestness in his eyes that sets off butterflies in my stomach.

I have to look. I keep a hold of him as I maneuver myself off his lap so I can surreptitiously glance down and—holy heaven on earth, his dick is enormous. I mean, I didn’t think it would be small. I didn’t really think about it at all, to be honest. But it makes sense. He’s nearly eight feet tall, so of course his dick would be proportional. And it’s not only glowing… It’s VIBRATING!

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and again Kiki's words run through my mind:"Sasquatch sex is out of this world, I'm tellin' ya."

Well. This certainly explains the secretive little smirk she always gets when talking about sex with Gruffydd. She just never mentioned the vibrating.

“You like what you see?” I meet Olwydd’s amused gaze. Oh, shit, how long have I been staring at his cock?

I want to be all cool and cavalier and say something like, “I’ve seen bigger” or “I've seen better” but both would be complete lies.

I clear my throat, trying to regain some composure. “I’m just not familiar with…soulstones.”

"Well, the way it works is?—"

I cut him off with a finger to his lips. “Sasquatch biology lessons can wait. Right now, I'm more interested in some hands-on learning.”

CHAPTER 8

BAMBI

I'm equal parts excited, nervous, and just plain old horny as hell. The air crackles between us. My heart thunders in my chest. Our eyes lock and I know Olwydd feels it too. He leans in, and our lips meet in a kiss that sets my body on fire.

His hands find their way under my shirt, skimming over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I moan softly, encouraging him to explore more.

He takes his time, slowly unbuttoning my blouse, then unclasping my bra. I feel a rush of self-consciousness and excitement all at once. I mean, we’re different species. He’s used to large, hairy women. What if he?—

"You're so beautiful, Bambi," he whispers, his voice deep and husky. I melt at the sound of it. My insides quiver and my inhibitions vanish. He continues to undress me, his touch gentle yet firm, and I surrender to his expertise.

When he reaches for the hem of my skirt, I giggle nervously, but he gives me a reassuring smile, and I know I'm in good hands. With a swift move, he has my skirt and panties pooled on theground, and I'm left feeling exposed and vulnerable, but in the best possible way.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs. With a look of absolute reverence, his finger traces a path down my thigh, and I squirm at the intimate gesture. He swipes over my pussy, and I gasp, feeling the heat and moisture there. "So ready. So perfect. So exquisite.”

And just like an unwanted visitor, my neurotic issues make an appearance. A sliver of fear shoots through me awakening a ghost from my past. I think back to my younger self, believing in another man’s professions of love. Stupidly believing a two-faced, two-timing liar only to have my naive, gullible heart smooshed to smithereens.

I really want to banish those intrusive thoughts and embrace this moment, but...

"Olwydd, have you... I mean, are you...?" I stumble over my words, unsure how to ask this question, but I need to put my mind at ease. "You don’t have any…like girlfriends, do you? I mean, like women you casually see, or something?"

His eyes widen in surprise, and he gives me a puzzled look. "Bambi, in Grotto, there are twenty males for every female. I've never even dated anyone let alone had a girlfriend."

I gape at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. "Never? Not even one?"

He shakes his head, a look of pure adoration on his face. "No, beautiful. Even if there were other women around for me to choose from, for me there would be no choice. You’re it for me. My one and only. I've never felt this way for anyone before, and I never will again."

There he goes again with the over-the-top charm, but it works to put my mind at ease. My heart flutters and I feel a warmth spread through my body. He's so sure of us, so certain that I'm the one he wants, that I can’t help but believe him. At least for the moment.

And then it hits me. This is his first time. He’s a virgin.

My thoughts must show on my face because he presses his lips against mine, cutting me off with a gentle kiss that silences my doubts. "I may be inexperienced, Bambi, but I promise I’ll make it good for you. I swear it, just give me a chance.”

I nod, my eyes never leaving his, and a sense of calm washes over me. I relax into the couch, spreading my legs slightly, inviting him in.

He takes the cue and as he stares down at my pussy, his eyes darken with desire. A feral growl emanates from deep in his chest that causes moisture to gush between my legs. Like a chain reaction, another growl comes from deep inside him. His nostrils flare and he lowers his head. His tongue darts out and swipes over my sensitive flesh.

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