Page 44 of My Orc Contract Husband
His intensity made me laugh, and once I began I couldn’t stop. “Yes, fine, okay,” I managed, swatting his hands out of the way so I could tackle the delicate buttons myself. “I’m getting desperate too.”
Tarkhan froze. “You are?”
My silk blouse slid from my shoulders, and I reached around my back to unhook my bra as I eyed the erection he was sporting through his jeans. “I most definitely am. Take off your clothes, Tarkhan.”
I watched him debating with himself. Then, as if his decision was made for him, he wrenched his gaze away from my body with a groan and began to strip down even faster than I was.
But when he joined me in the bed, he was still wearing his boxers.
“Come here,” he growled, reaching for me, and I clamped my hands around his wrists and rolled toward him.
Instead of letting him kiss me though, I propped myself up over him. “I don’t think you’re being fair,” I announced as I ran my hands over his torso. “For weeks, you’ve been makingmecome, and I haven’t even been allowed to see all of you?”
When my hand slid toward the waistband of his boxers, Tarkhan’s fingers clasped mine, halting my movements. The smile on his lips was clearly meant to be charming, but didn’t reach his eyes.
“Come on, honey, what’s it matter? You don’t need to see my cock to have a good time, right?”
Hmm. Was there something wrong with it? Was he ashamed of how he looked? I chewed on my lip, trying to remember what he’d told me that day in the barn. Hadn’t he been chased from his home by some kind of shame?
“Fine,” I said, wriggling my hand free. “I don’t need to see it. But I still want to touch you.”
Before he could catch me again, I slid my palm downward to cup his cock, then wrapped my fingers around it through the cotton of his boxers.
It was large and ridged and perfect, and I was so enthralled by the feel of him beneath my hands that I almost missed the way he gasped, eyes closing on awhimper as his face twisted into something like… Sorrow?
I kept my gaze locked on his face as I stroked him slowly. Up and down, my mouth watering and my thighs pressing together. His expression—pain, regret—should make me pause, but I was touching my first cock, and I couldn’t stop myself.
“Thank you, Tarkhan,” I whispered. “It feels incredible. I’ve been dreaming of your cock.”
With a groan, his face tipped to one side, away from me, and I pushed.
“Does it feel good? When I touch you like this?”
“Yes,” he rasped, then squeezed his lips together as if he hadn’t meant to admit that.
I could tell from how hard he was, how his cock jumped beneath my hand, that hedidlike this. I wanted to pull aside his boxers and seeallof him…but he was miserable.
My hand stilled.
“I want you, Tarkhan. We’re married, and you’ve made me come about a thousand times. Can I—is there a reason I can’t do the same for you?”
I don’t know if it was a word I’d uttered or just the concept of me making him orgasm, but whatever it was, Tarkhan abruptly sat up, pushing my hand away from his cock and swinging his legs over the bed.
“My cock doesn’t need to get involved,” he blurted, not looking at me. “I enjoy bringing you pleasure, and that’s enough for me. Why can’t it be enough for you?”
Was this our first argument? I rose up to my knees and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing my chin against his back. “Because I want to do the same for you. I would enjoy myselfmoreif you let me bring you pleasure too.”
With a groan, he dropped his head into his palms, elbows resting on his knees. “Sami, just…” I saw him swallow as I moved to sit beside him. “Just leave it be.”
A good wife would likely follow his instructions.
I wasn’t a good wife.
“No,” I said gently, reaching for his wrist, wrapping both hands around it. “We’re married now, Tarkhan. Please tell me what’s wrong with the way I—why don’t you want to…” I swallowed. “Why won’t you fuck me?”
His head jerked up and his eyes met mine, angry and…and the spark of green I’d seen earlier was now brighter. “I fuck you every night, Sami, with my fingers and my tongue. You come over and over again?—”
“Yes, I do.” I pulled his hand toward me so I could wrap my fingers through his. “But you don’t.”
