Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Iolanthe just keeps staring at it, then leans over and peers in closer. If I close my eyes, I could almost imagine her breath against my skin and I bite back a groan of pleasure. "How in all the gods' names do you walk around with all that bobbing and sticking out? I have to bind my breasts so they don't wobble everywhere."
Well now. Those impressive breasts of hers are bound down? There's more to be seen? My cock pricks with want, and as she leans in, examining me closely, it makes me harder. "It…doesn't stick out all the time."
"Then why is it right now?"
She truly is innocent. "Because I'm aroused at the thought of you looking at me. I like it. And I like your curiosity, too."
Iolanthe glances up at me in surprise, a hint of a smile on her face. She bites her lip and then blurts out, "Can I touch it?'
"I would like nothing more," I rasp. "But just…just to learn. This is not about sex." At least, not in this moment. I feel someone owes her this. Someone should have taken a thirty-year-old woman aside and explained to her how things work, and part of me wants to punch her father for being such a godsdamned prick…and an awful part of me thrills that the only cock she's ever looked at is mine. Even so, it's clear that she'd be an eager partner.
So…I must be the one to set boundaries.
Iolanthe hesitantly reaches out her hand and then very carefully pets the head of my cock like she would a puppy. I'd laugh if it didn't feel so bloody amazing. Her eyes widen in surprise. "It's so soft."
I manage to grit out, "I assure you, it is not soft." Not when I feel as if I will explode if she asks to taste me. I've never wanted any touch as much as I want this woman—and she's to be my wife. Truly, the goddess Belara is smiling down upon me from somewhere.
Iolanthe chuckles. "No, your…privates are not soft. I meant your skin. It's very hot and yet so soft down here, and smooth. I don't know why it didn't occur to me that you would be." And her fingers graze the head of my cock again, producing a bead of wetness. "Is this…"
"My seed?" I manage to sound halfway sane, thank the gods, when all I want to do is shout for her to wrap those fingers around my shaft and pump. For her to take me into her mouth and taste me. I close my eyes and take another steeling breath. "Yes. When I push my cock inside you, I will eventually release my seed into your body. Sometimes it makes a child."
"Only sometimes?"
I nod. "A woman does not get pregnant every time a man mounts her."
"Oh. I didn't realize." Her cheeks flush and she strokes a fingertip down the length of my shaft, toward my heavy balls. "I thought a man only rutted his wife when he wished to produce a child."
"When we marry, I would like to touch you often. Not just to have a child. Just because it would bring you great pleasure, and I would like to give you that pleasure." I am babbling like the village fool, saying anything and everything as that soft, curious finger strokes my length. "There is a great deal of enjoyment to be had between man and wife. I would…I would like to share that with you, Iolanthe." I pause and then add, "If you'd let me, of course."
She bites her lip again and then straightens, withdrawing her hands and placing them on her cinched waist once more. "I don't think that's the kind of marriage my parents had," she confesses in a soft voice, and I can tell from her expression she doesn't quite believe I could be attracted to her. "Are you certain you wish to marry…me?"
Oh, I am certain. Now, more than ever, I want Iolanthe. Even if she wasn't a lord's daughter, I'd want her. I want those dark eyes, those freckles, and that soft, soft hand on my cock all over again. She's sealed her fate with her own curious touch, because orcs are known to be stubborn and single-minded. If her father changed his mind about our union, I'd show up on his doorstep to steal her tomorrow.
Like it or not, Iolanthe is mine from this moment on.
CHAPTER 6
IOLANTHE
Flustered, I try not to watch too closely as my husband-to-be hitches his pants back up around his waist and returns his belt to its position at his hips. I'm very grateful to him for treating me as an equal and showing me his body…and yet now I can't stop thinking about what this wedding will mean. He's going to put his hot, hard shaft between my thighs and fill me with his juices. I try to imagine our bodies fitting together, and it leaves me with a curious ache low in my belly. I flex my hand, thinking about how velvety his darkened green skin was on his cock, and how his breath hitched when I touched him.