Page 110 of My Orc Has Big Tusks
He brought me down, but he didn’t stop there.
“Again,” he said.
The second time shattered me completely.
I lay there afterward, trembling, my limbs loose and heavy. He kissed my inner thigh, and moved up my body to kiss my mouth.
I tasted myself on his lips.
“Now,” I said when I could form words again. “I need you now.”
“We should discuss logistics first.”
My laugh came out breathless. “You want to talk about logistics now?”
“You’re very small. I’m?—”
“Very large. I’m aware.” I cupped his face in my hands. “I trust you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll go slow. Communication throughout. I’ll tell you if something doesn’t work.”
He studied my face, and his shoulders loosened.
“There are…considerations related to our anatomical differences,” he said. “The ridges will create additional sensation. When I’m fully aroused, my second cock vibrates. It’s meant to stimulate you.”
“I understand the function.” My vet brain supplied several species with similar adaptations. My everything else brain focused on how that would feel. Amazing. It was going to be wonderful. “Good to know.”
His mouth twitched. “Good to know?”
“What do you want me to say? That I’m fascinated? Because I am. That I want to sit up and study you like a science experiment. Mostly, however, I want to experience it. I’m impatient, and if you don’t get inside me soon I’m going to?—”
He kissed me again, swallowing whatever threat I’d been about to make.
When he pulled back, his eyes had darkened. “I need to prepare you first.”
“I’m ready. I won’t break.”
“I won’t risk you.”
I could see the conflict in his face, his need warring with caution. He’d claimed me with his mouth, proven I belonged to him in that way. But this next step required something neither of us could take back.
“Compromise,” I said. “I set the pace. You follow.”
He searched my face. “You’re certain?”
“Completely.”
I pushed at his shoulders until he rolled onto his back. Then I climbed into his lap, straddling him.
From here, I could see his pupils had blown wide, the flush across his cheekbones, and his careful restraint.
I reached between us, wrapping my hand around him. He jerked, his fingers tightening on my hips.
I positioned him at my entrance.
The first press made us both freeze. It was too much. Not enough. I couldn’t tell which.
