Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I went and had tea with Goody Albright several times and she told me stories about my Grandma that made me laugh and brought tears to my eyes at the same time. I got to be on a first name basis with Goldie at Goldie’s Diner where Rath and I often went to eat, and I met Celia the owner of The Lost Lamb, Hidden Hollow’s gourmet bakery.
She was friendly—but also extremely busy, with orders pouring in. When Rath talked up my baking skills to her as she rang us up, she agreed to taste some of my baked goods as a kind of job interview.
“If I like what you make, I’d be happy to have some help around here,” she told me, brushing a lock of honey-colored hair off her forehead with one arm. “It’s gotten awfully busy lately!”
“I’ll bring you something soon,” I promised and she gave me a friendly wave as we went out the door.
“You should make your Grandma’s apple pie,” Rath advised me as we walked home. “Once Celia tastes your flakey crust and that amazing apple filling, she’ll hire you on the spot.”
“I’ll make the pie and at least one other thing,” I said. “Maybe I can find another recipe of Grandma’s that will impress her.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Just don’t brew another lust potion, okay?”
I laughed and elbowed him in the ribs.
“Hey, you know I didn’t do that on purpose!”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just teasing you, baby.” Rath grinned.
Speaking of Rath, our relationship seemed to deepen every day. And in case you’re wondering, yes—I finally lost my virginity.
It happened not long after the unbinding, as I had come to call it in my mind. Rath came over for dinner one night…and stayed for dessert, so to speak.
He spent a long time getting me ready first—spreading me wide and lapping my pussy until I came several times for him, moaning and tugging his hair which he seemed to love. When I protested breathlessly that I wanted more—that I wanted him inside me—he told me to be patient.
“Want to take things slow with you, baby,” he growled softly, looking up from between my thighs, his mouth shiny with my juices. “Want your first time to be special.”
“It will be because it’s with you,” I said, really meaning it—because Rath was special…he was different and not just because he was an Orc.
When I thought back on the other two human guys I had dated and tried to have sex with, I couldn’t believe I’d been willing to give it up for either of them. Neither of them had been as sweet and patient and protective as Rath. I knew that the big Orc genuinely cared for me—that he was maybe even starting to love me, the way I was starting to love him.
The thought gave me an uneasy tingle. Is he your Heartmate? whispered a little voice in my head. I pushed it aside. I didn’t want any bad thoughts or feelings to mar this night together.
Rath took me to my bedroom, (we had started on the couch in the living room) where we stripped down completely. I was no longer self-conscious about being naked around the big Orc, despite the fact that I had actually put on a few pounds, rather than losing any. Rath saw me as beautiful and that was how I was beginning to see myself too. After a lifetime of insecurity and body image issues, I was finally beginning to learn to love myself.
Once on the bed, Rath leaned back against the headboard, just as he had at Baba Yaga’s hut. But this time there was no need for me to bind him magically to the bedposts. I felt perfectly safe and secure with him. Despite his great size and strength, he was always so gentle and careful with me. And this time was no exception.
“Come here and straddle me, baby,” he told me. “Let’s see if we can make it work this time.”
Biting my lip, I did as he said. Throwing a leg over his hips, I positioned myself over his larger shaft and prepared to sink down onto it.
“Wait a minute!” Rath grabbed me by the hips, holding me still. “I don’t think so, baby,” he growled sternly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What you said—straddling you,” I protested.
“You’re not ready to take my larger shaft yet.” He frowned at me. “You know you’re not. I felt how tight you were just now when I put my tongue in you—we need to take this slowly.”
So that was why he had spent so long tongue-fucking me. At the time, I had thought he just wanted to taste my juices—which he certainly seemed to enjoy. Also, he loved going down on me and I loved it too, so I hadn’t complained. But I hadn’t had any idea that he was gauging my readiness to take him.