Page 46 of My Orc Contract Husband
His head tipped back. “I don’t deserve pleasure, Sami, but I can bring it to others. If I hadn’t been focused on myself that day?—”
“You were focused on someone else,” I corrected him, my lips against his skin. “Did you love Abydos?”
A pause, then I felt him sigh. “Not the way you’re asking. Not the way I—” He shook his head. “He’s my best friend. He came with us to Eastshore, because his processing plant is only a few hours from here, but he mostly stays in Colorado.”
“And do you and him…?” I let the question trail off, and he answered with a rueful sort of snort.
“He’s a grumpy bastard and barely wanted anything to do with me back then. But since we’ve come to the human’s world, since we’ve been lucky enough to find females…he and I have only been friends.”
Now I was stroking his chest, and I took a deep breath, knowing he could feelallof me pressed against his back.
“Listen to me, Tarkhan. You are my husband, and I’m telling you this as your wife. You are agood male.A lifetime of deprivation can’t make up for one mistake. You don’t need to keep punishing yourself.”
“You don’t understand—” he choked out.
But I’d decided words weren’t going to be enough, so I tugged him around. “I think I do.”
I pulled him toward the bed. “Sami,” he groaned, half exacerbation, half surrender as he turned to me.
Using his movement, I reached for the waistline of his boxers and pulled them down even as I pushed him backward. I wasn’t strong enough to think I made him fall on my own, but he went anyway, his dark eyes still flashing green as his ass hit the mattress.
Planting my hands on his shoulders, I leaned forward until I knew I had his full attention.
“Listen to me, Tarkhan. I’m your wife, and you agreed to share your life with me, right?”
His lips formed the wordyes, and I nodded firmly.
“And I’m telling you, you’ve been punished enough. Oh, we’re going to therapy to deal with all this shit, but for now, I’m tired of you depriving yourself over some weird chastisement.”
When he opened his mouth, I frowned fiercely and got into his face. “You’remine,Tarkhan, and I get to say when you’ve had enough pain.”
With that, I sunk to my knees between his thighs.
Before he could realize my plan, I reached for his cock with both my hands. Good Lord, it was even more wonderful than I’d imagined. I lowered my mouth to the head, the way I’d practiced with my dildo, and heard him groan.
“Sami.” His whispered rasp was half a plea, half a blessing.
I wasn’t going to let him pull back, though.
This was my first time seeing—touching,tastinghis cock, and I wasn’t going to waste it.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tracing the ridges that made him uniquely Tarkhan. I felt him tense, his hands dropping to grip the bedsheets as if he was trying to hold back. But I wasn’t having it. I wanted him to lose control, to experience the pleasure I was determined to bringhim.
I took him deeper into my mouth, inch by inch, relaxing my jaw to accommodate his size. His cock was thick, a challenge to someone who’d never done this before. I heard him growl, a sound of reluctant pleasure, as I slid him out again.
“Sami, you don’t have to do this,” he ground out, even as his hips lifted slightly, seeking more of the warmth of my mouth.
I tried to smile—part in pleasure, part in victory—but I couldn’t. Instead, I stroked his cock with both hands, spreading my saliva along the shaft, imagining what it would be like to feel himinsideme. Between my legs, I felt my pussy throbbing, and heard his sharp inhalation.
“Sami,” he rasped, his hand going to the back of my head.
Yes! I wanted to crow.
Risking pulling him from my mouth, I rested my jaw as I peered up at him. “I see why you do this now.” Still stroking, I pulled his cock forward to rest between my breasts, smiling up at his flashing green gaze. “I understand what you mean about bringing others pleasure.”
His tongue flashed out to brush against his tusk, but he didn’t speak.
Holding his gaze, I leaned forward to drag my tongue across the head of his cock, licking a bead of spicy pre-cum from its tip. “Cinnamon,” I breathed happily. “You taste like cinnamon, Tarkhan, and I’m beyond aroused.”
