Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Marissa
I couldn’t take my clothes off fast enough. It was an exciting sort of adventure, something a much younger Rissa would have done; getting myself all tangled up with a guy’s arms as he tried to help me pull his sweatshirt off over my head.
But Simbel wasn’t just any guy.
“By all the gods of the ancestors, Rissa,” he breathed reverently, his green glowing eyes wide as he gazed at me, kneeling there on the blanket on the beach in just my underwear. “I am the luckiest male alive.”
It had to be bullshit…but it was good bullshit.
I began to blush, my hands going to my breasts to cover them, but he twined his fingers through mine and held them away from my torso, so he could look his fill. That blush ratcheted up to a nine out of ten then .
I’d given birth. I’d breastfed. My body was no longer the perky firmness of a twenty-something’s. Someone like Kelly.
He didn’t want Kelly, remember? He wants you .
That was actually a helpful reminder.
“Fucking magnificent ,” he whispered, tugging me toward him.
On my knees, I was level with him seated, and our lips met softly. I felt his lips curl beneath mine as his fingers moved to my wrists, then up my arms. I had goosebumps, but not from the cold.
“I want you, Rissa,” he murmured against my lips.
“I want you too.”
He let out a sigh that might have been relief, then—to my surprise—rolled away from me. Kicking off his shoes on the way to the campfire, he tossed more wood onto the blaze, until the flames roared close to five feet high, and the heat was unmistakable.
When he turned to me, his hands were on the button of his fly. “You’re sure about this, dkaar ?”
He’d called me beloved . He’d called me Mate , whatever that meant. Smiling, certain, I clamored to my feet and moved to him.
Without words, I helped him strip off his shirt, slowly exploring his chest and arms in the night air. He was so big compared to me, but he’d never made me feel small. On the contrary, Simbel made me feel protected, cherished .
My fingertips ran down his hard stomach, and I hesitated at the waist of his jeans. He noticed.
“We don’t have to,” he whispered.
But I wanted to. God, I wanted this, wanted him . My core was throbbing, and I knew the cotton of my panties was soaked through already, just from touching him. From him touching me .
I yanked down his jeans and boxers together.
Simbel helped me by kicking them off, but then he froze, just standing there.
Letting me look.
I had the stray thought that this is what he must’ve looked like in his own world; primitive, highlighted by the leaping flames behind him. Shorn of his sexy uniform, without any sort of trappings of modernity.
He was powerful. He was alluring.
He was watching me carefully. Uncertainly.
I reached out to drag my palms along his skin. Up his sides from his hips, then across his chest. “ Dkaar ,” he growled, almost in warning, and I have to admit the sound went right to my pussy. I wanted him to teach me more orcish words, I wanted him to growl them at me in the dark beside a fire in the middle of nowhere.
I wanted this.
Emboldened now, I slid my hands down his hips again, then up his thighs. When I reached his cock, his hips jerked forward, and I latched onto it with a breathless little laugh of satisfaction .
It was ridged, just like his tongue. Ridged and thick , taking both my hands to fit around it. I smiled in anticipation, my palms sliding to the tip and feeling the liquid dripping from the tip.
I caught some on my thumb and, remembering what he’d done that night under the bleachers, lifted it to my mouth.
He groaned at the same time I hummed. Simbel’s cum was spicy, a flavor I almost recognized… “Cinnamon?”
“Rissa.” His hands closed around my arms. “Do you really want to talk about biology right now?”
I tasted more of him. “I think so, yes,” I quipped.
“Then you need to know that I’m going to make you come so many times.” It was the way he said it, so matter-of-factly, that had my breath catching. “As soon as I’m in you, you’re going to orgasm. Do you understand? It’s part of orc biology.”
I felt myself grinning, even as I continued to stroke him. “An insta-O? I could get behind that.”
“You’re going to get in front of it,” he growled, lowering his mouth to mine.
We ended up on the blanket, his arms wrapped around me. He worshipped me with his hands and his mouth—I ended up on my back, writhing with arousal and anticipation and a hazy sort of bliss.
Dimly, I knew I should be worried about the time, worried about what Patrick was getting up to back home.
But a larger part of me was screaming to shut up and enjoy this. Be reckless for once! Be yourself, dammit, not the mature and responsible adult you’ve been forced to become!
Guess which part I listened to?
Simbel made love to my boobs. He stroked, he kissed, he caressed. I would’ve never thought his tusks could be so erotic, but holy shit, when they brushed over my sensitive skin, I went nuts.
Then his hand was cupping my pussy, and his mouth was moving lower. He helped me shimmy out of my underwear, then he settled between my legs on his hands and knees. When he looked up at me and grinned, the firelight made his expression seem more feral, and I sucked in a breath in excitement.
“Yes,” I murmured.
It was as much permission as Simbel needed. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, lowered his mouth to my core, and showed me the magic a ridged tongue could perform.
His fingers stroked me as his tongue teased my clitoris, and I squirmed beneath him.
“Simbel,” I whimpered, and he lifted his mouth long enough to peer up along my body, his eyes glowing eerily.
“ Dkaar , there’s no one around for miles. If you want to scream, then scream.”
It sounded like the best kind of command. So when he next dragged that tongue of his across my clitoris, while his third finger slid into me, I gasped, then yelled his name .
“Simbel!”
I felt him chuckle against me, and I have to admit, it felt damn good to let myself go like that. So as he curled his fingers forward and found that special spot behind my clit, the g-spot I’d never been able to reach on my own, I did it again.
“Yes! Oh God yes !”
“That’s it,” he murmured, in between licks. “Let it go. Let yourself go. Come for me, dkaar .”
More licks, more strokes, his tusks scraping deliciously against me…and then his lips closed around my clit, and I felt white lights exploding behind my eyeballs.
I closed my eyes, arched my back, and screamed as I came around his fingers and tongue.
I don’t know how much time passed before I came back to myself, but he was kissing my inner thighs and whispering praise by the time I could hear past the pounding in my ears.
“Simbel?” I gasped.
He lifted his head, the firelight causing his mouth and chin to glisten. “You did it, love.”
“The hell I did.” I pushed myself up on my elbows and mock-glared at him, my blood still thrumming from that climax. “You promised me your cock.”
“Are you sure—”
“You promised me I’d come just from orc cock,” I said sternly. “You promised . ”
“Not just any orc cock.” He pushed himself up and reached for me. “ Mine .”
I burrowed into his arms. “Only yours,” I promised.
“Mate, I’m going to make you scream again.” He rolled onto his back, until I was straddling him. “If you’re ready.”
The fire was still blazing, the sky was still magnificent. I was still me, and Simbel was still the male I loved.
I was ready.
Smiling in certainty now, I positioned myself over him. His fingers had stretched me in a comforting way and, let’s be honest, I’d given birth half a lifetime ago. I wasn’t worried about taking his thick orc cock, and I was excited about those ridges.
As I steadied myself against his chest, his hands cupped my ass cheeks, spreading me… The tip of his cock settled at my entrance, and I lowered myself, breathless with anticipation.
The first ridge slid inside me, and I groaned. Then the next, and the next, each one better than the last…but I frowned down at Simbel. “I was promised an insta-O.”
Grinning, he tightened his hold on me and thrust upward , spearing me completely, until I was seated flush atop his cock…and the orgasm hit me immediately.
“ Siiimmmmbeeel! ”
As I spasmed around him, it was all I could do to keep myself upright. He continued to move, thrusting upward with the tiniest movements, moving just one or two ridges in and out of me .
“Oh God,” I whispered, eyes closed. “Oh my God.”
His movements increased, his thrusts growing deeper, his fingers stroking my skin. And after a long moment, the bliss stretching, I realized he was murmuring to me.
“Look at you, Rissa. Gods below, you’re amazing.”
I opened my eyes, and he was staring up at me with something I could only classify as wonder. My body was still thrumming with my second orgasm, but I leaned forward, taking my weight on my hands and knees.
It seemed to be the only encouragement he needed. With a little growl, his pace increased, until he was slamming upward into me, each plunge accompanied by praise.
“Look at you, taking my cock like such a perfect Mate. You don’t know how perfect you are, dkaar . Mine. Mine .”
“Yours,” I whispered, in a haze of pleasure.
I couldn’t tell you how long I floated there, my body being primed with each of his thrusts, until the familiar pressure had built to almost impossible heights.
Again .
Fucking again? This male was making me feel things I’d never experienced before—never thought possible.
I wanted more more more.
“Simbel,” I gasped, and he grinned in the firelight.
“My Mate is ready to come again?”
I couldn’t believe it. “Please?”
“My pleasure. ”
One of his hands tightened on my ass, and I could feel the press of his claws against my skin. But the other hand reached around the front and stroked my curls. “Such a perfect Mate, dkaar , taking my cock like this. Like you were made just for me.”
At that moment, I felt as if… “I was,” I promised. “Yours.”
No matter what the future would bring, Simbel had ruined me for all other males. I would belong to him for the rest of my life, even if he walked away.
But then the knuckles of his first two fingers caught my clit, and I hadn’t realized such a thing was possible. I gasped. “Yes.”
“Yes, my Mate,” he repeated, thrusting upward again.
I could feel my orgasm teetering on the edge of release. “Simbel,” I gasped, squeezing my inner muscles. “I love you.”
He froze, then—in a blink of an eye—moved his hand from my ass to my head, lifted his own head, and pulled my lips down to his. He squeezed my clit again just as his mouth claimed mine, and I came for a third time.
Groaning against his lips, I bucked and spasmed, this climax even more remarkable, because I was around him . I was with him .
And he was stroking me, murmuring against my skin about how wonderful I was.
That’s a pretty impressive aphrodisiac, let me tell you. Better than oysters, definitely .
I don’t know how long my pleasure continued, but I realized after a long while that he wasn’t moving any longer. In fact, he was holding himself absolutely still, his breathing strained, his eyes closed.
“Simbel?”
“You’re fucking magnificent ,” he murmured.
Smiling slightly, I lifted one hand to stroke his cheek, and that was all it took, apparently. “ Simbel .”
His eyes shot open, his gaze finding mine unerringly, his lips parting on a wordless growl as he came.
I felt liquid heat rushing into me, filling me, more than I had imagined possible. It caused me to gasp and wriggle against him, which caused him to groan and tighten his hold on me, as if cautioning me not to move.
I ignored him, because despite my fading climax, it still felt damn good to be pierced by such an impressive cock, to feel his cum sliding from me.
Sighing in contentment, I collapsed against Simbel’s chest.
Wow .
I’d done that. I’d stripped naked on a secluded beach, and I’d ridden him, and I screamed to the heavens. I’d acted like a completely irresponsible, wild, and carefree person. And I’d really, really enjoyed myself.
No, that was more than enjoyable .
That had been… “Mind blowing.”
I heard him smile. “That used to be my nickname in the academy.”
Snorting to hide my laughter, I snuggled closer.