Orc Girlfriend: Sonja 2 (special preview)

Sonja’s truck pulls up into the driveway, and your excitement spikes again. All day you’ve been cleaning, organizing, doing whatever you can to make the house look nice. The bed is made - not that it’ll matter - and you even got a new comforter. It was a silly purchase, but it made sense to you.

You step outside as Sonja walks up the path with an overnight bag in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. You meet her on the steps, kissing her while she’s at the bottom so you’re eye-to-eye.

“Sorry I’m a tad late.” She isn’t. “I stopped to get gas, and I got some of those peach sodas you like.” She passes the grocery bag to you.

“Aww! You didn’t have to do that.” You follow her inside.

She sets her bag down at the table, then opens the fridge for you. “You said you think it only tastes good in the glass bottles, and you can never find them. So I found them.”

“These will be good once they get good and cold.” You set the glass bottles inside, then smile up at her. “I ordered pizza. Hope you don’t mind.”

Sonja grabs you under the armpits, picking you up while kicking the fridge door shut. She sets you down on the counter and places her hands behind you on the cabinet.

“Oh, my,” you giggle. “I guess you don’t mind pizza.”

Sonja smirks as she places herself between your legs. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day.” She captures your chin between her fingers.

You smile goofily. “The pizza will be a few.”

Sonja’s kiss is intense, something you’ve been building towards just in the last couple of days. Your agreement to take it slow is finally coming to a head. It’s been a little over a month since you first started dating near the end of August, and now everything is happening at once.

Hooking your legs around her hips and cupping your hands around her face, you go deeper. You lick her lips and nibble down her neck. Sonja moans and throws her head back. “Harder,” she pants.

You raise your head and look her in the eye. “Harder?”

She seems to realize what she’s said, and her cheeks grow darker. “Maybe something we should talk about?”

You drag your hands down her arms. “I just wanna know what harder means. Like, is it a bite-me-and-maybe-leave-a-mark type of harder? Or is it a whips-and-chains-and-a-little-blood sort of harder?”

Sonja covers your lips in soft kisses. “I do like it a bit rough, but not whips-and-chains rough. More like… a paddle and some candle wax rough.”

Your palms smooth over her muscled stomach. “For you, or for me?”

“For me,” she smiles shyly. “I know that’s not your sort of thing. That’s why I think we should talk before we get too deep and too… turned on.”

You smirk. “Then why did you pick me up and plop me on the counter?”

Sonja presses her forehead against yours and cups your cheek. “Because I have not stopped being turned on all week. I’ll behave from here on out, promise.”

“It’s okay,” you say between soft kisses. “I may be the ill-behaved one.”

Sonja presses kisses to your cheek and ear. “I want you to be bad and sit on my face until I drown.”

You start laughing and gently shove her shoulders. “I might do it! Don’t test me.”