I took the forest-green towel decorated with sunflowers from his grip. His strong fingers grazed mine. Then, he reached for the drawstring of his pants and pushed them down over long, muscular thighs. He wore nothing underneath.
I sucked in a breath.
Standing fully nude, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. His voice was low as he asked, “Ready?”
Before I could answer, he jumped in. The resounding splash covered my bare feet and the bottom of my leggings.
“Hey!” I chided. “That’s no fair.”
Guruk broke the water, smiling that toothy, tusk-framed grin. “What is that expression, you say? Last one in’s a rotten worm?”
I huffed and stripped off my leggings. Then, quickly made work of my bra and panties. It was my orc’s turn to be flustered.
Easing into the hot spring, I kept my gaze locked with his. “It’s eggs, my orc.” When the water covered me to the waist—and I was close enough to reach my mischievous male—I shot him a seductive smile and said, “And this is payback.”
With as much force as I could muster, I waved my arms like a windmill and splashed him.
His deep laughter shook the spring. “Now, you’ve done it.”
Ten minutes into a splash battle later, and we were both panting.
“I yield.” The big softy held up his hand.
I pounced on his back, circling my arms around his neck and my legs about his trim waist. “You admit defeat?”
“Yes, yes, little one.” He grabbed me gently by my biceps and spun me around so that I was pressed against his chest. “I am yours.”
My heart beat hard behind my sternum. Those simple words could knock the breath out of me. But I didn’t need words; I needed him.
“Guruk,” I said, a plea as desire swept through me.
His mint eyes darkened to a deeper hue, a cross between teal and sapphire. His scent wrapped around me, permeating my senses, a smoky campfire essence that was uniquely him. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head down. His lips crashed into mine.
He snaked one hand through my hair and tugged at the nape. I moaned.
“You’re mine,” he growled against my mouth.
Guruk lifted my upper body free of the water until my breasts were in line with his seeking tongue. I nearly jumped out of the spring as the cool air hit my heated skin. Then he was on me, sucking and licking with abandon.
I cried his name. It only urged him on in his pursuits. His seeking fingers circled my clit at the same time he took long, deliberate swipes of his tongue across my right nipple. My hips moved restlessly in the water, greedily needing more.
I yanked hard on his hair, forcing his head up. “Take me, Guruk.”
A fire lit in his gemlike eyes. “With pleasure.”
He flipped us in the water so that my back was cushioned by the earthy moss of the spring’s ledge. Positioning me where he wanted me and drawing my legs around him, he lined up his thick cock. He smiled far too proud of himself, but I didn’t care. He asked once, “Ready?”
The question mirrored his earlier one, heating my blood. Unable to speak, I nodded.
With a smooth, fierce stroke, he plunged inside. I never tired of my orc stretching me open. The fit was so tight that I screamedevery time. Yet the bite of pain mixed with the headiest pleasure I’d ever known.
“Yes!” I cried so loud surely every creature in the forest heard.
Guruk quickened his pace, the water splashing all around us.
I met his thrusts with equal desire. Seeking my mouth once more, he tightened his grip on me. I fell apart as his tongue touched mine and his cock kissed the deepest parts of me. A moment later, he roared his release.
Breathing heavily, I slumped against his chest. He hummed quietly, his lips brushing the top of my head. For a few minutes, we simply held each other in the beautiful spring. The sunlight shone on the water, making it sparkle around us. His heart beat matched my own. I sighed.
