Page 37 of My Orc Contract Husband
Another lick, as a second finger joined the first. “What does that acronym mean, Sami?”
“Now?” I gasped, writhing beneath him. “You want to think about that now?”
His fingers curled deep inside me, his fingertips finding a spot right behind my clitoris I didn’t know existed, but which made me cry out wordlessly, my thighs clamping around his head.
“I do.” His voice was a little muffled. “You’ve been avoiding my question.” He tipped his head to one side, sliding his tusk along the sensitive junction of my thighs, then flicking his tongue over my clitoris again.
“Waaa?” It was all I could manage, my desire spiraling higher and higher.
“The acronym on your shirt,wife. What does it stand for?”
His lips closed around my clitoris.
“Shut The Fuck Up!” I wailed. “And Take This Dick Like A Good Girl.”
Tarkhan froze. I know I’d surprised him—hell, I’d surprised myself with the admission. But then he relaxed with a groan, his tongue pressing against my clitoris again…
And when he sucked, I exploded.
“Tarkhan!” I screamed, my fingers yanking his hair as I bucked beneath his mouth.
I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted. With his fingers inside, stroking me, my inner muscles had something to squeeze against, and myGodthat felt good. His tongue didn’t stop moving either, licking me, sending me higher…and praising me.
It wasn’t until my spasms began to subside that I heard his words and nearly melted again.
“Such a good girl.”Lick. “Fuck, Sami, you taste so fucking perfect.”Lick.“Best damn thing I’ve ever tasted.”Lick. “I want to stay here forever, tasting you.”Lick. “You did such a good job, fucking my face like that. So delicious.”
Good Lord, that was…
I slowly untangled my fingers from his hair, my breathing returning to normal. Good Lord. Was that… I’d never imagined.
Good Lord.
I sucked in a shaky breath as Tarkhan finally lifted his head to grin at me. When I saw how wet his mouth and chin were, I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment…but then his smile grew knowing, and he crawled up the bed toward me.
When he wrapped his arms around me and tucked me up against his side, I could feel his heart beating against my cheek. What was that he’d said about how many times he’d make me come?
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I felt more than heard his chuckle, but the way he brushed a kiss over my hair felt almost reverent. “You are more than welcome, wife. Now go to sleep. I’ll take care of you.”
Wife.
I was a wife.
Not just anyone’s wife.Tarkhan’swife. He’d taken care of me, cared about me, brought me pleasure.
My eyelids were heavy, and I felt myself slipping toward sleep.
But one of my last thoughts was the realization that I was completely naked, and Tarkhan was still mostly dressed. I’d felt his erection, knew he’d been aroused as well, but he hadn’t once suggested we should have sex—penetrative sex, I suppose.
He’d brought me pleasure, but hadn’t mentioned his own.
It had felt wonderful but…
Why didn’t I truly feel married?
Chapter Nine
