Page 39 of The Orc and the Innkeeper

“May I?” he rumbles, his deep voice sending shivers through me.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Take them off.”

Thorak slowly drags my panties down my legs and tosses them aside. Then he gently parts my thighs, exposing my most intimate place to his heated gaze.

Even though we’ve been in this position previously, I flush, suddenly vulnerable and shy. Something about being in my bedroom makes this ten times more personal.

But the raw hunger in Thorak’s eyes chases away any insecurity.

“Mariah,” he groans, his voice reverent. “You’re exquisite. You are the best thing I’ve ever tasted and I’ve been dying for more.”

His words send heat rushing through my veins, pooling between my thighs. Thorak settles between my legs, tossing them over his broad shoulders. He kisses his way up my inner thigh, his tusks dragging teasingly over my sensitive skin.

I whimper and try to press closer, aching for his touch where I need it most.

“Please,” I beg shamelessly, too far gone to care how desperate I sound.

Thorak chuckles darkly, the vibrations against my thigh making me shiver. “Patience, little human. I’ll give you what you need.”

Finally, blessedly, he puts his mouth on me, his tongue delving between my slick folds. I cry out at the first firm stroke, my hands fisting in the comforter as pleasure crashes through me. He licks a long, slow path up my slit before swirling around my aching clit.

I’m already so worked up from our foreplay that the intensity makes me see stars.

“Oh gods, yes,” I moan, my hips lifting off the mattress, seeking more of his talented mouth. “Just like that!”

Thorak growls approvingly against my sensitive flesh, the vibrations making me gasp. He seals his lips around my clit and sucks gently while flicking the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue.

I thrash my head on the pillow, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation. Thorak’s tusks press into my inner thighs, the dull points a delicious contrast to the silky swipes of his tongue. I tangle my fingers in his thick hair, holding him to me as he feasts on my aching flesh. His large hands grip my hips, pinning me in place as he devours me.

“Thorak!” I gasp, my thighs trembling around his head. “Don’t stop...”

He growls, the vibrations against my sensitive core making me writhe and moan. Thorak plunges his huge tongue inside me, thrusting in and out, mimicking what I’m dying to feel. Then he focuses on my clit again, lashing the swollen pearl relentlessly while slipping one thick finger into my tight channel.

My inner walls clench greedily around the welcome intrusion. Even just the one finger is so large that it stretches me. I moan thinking about what two will be like…or what Thorak’s cock might do to me.

Thorak pumps his finger slowly, letting me adjust to the size before adding a second. He curls them forward, stroking a spot inside me that has my toes curling and my back bowing off the bed again.

“Yes, right there!” I keen, my voice high and breathy. “Ah, Thorak, it feels so good...”

He groans against my flesh, the sound one of male satisfaction. His tongue swirls faster around my clit as his fingers thrust deeper, hitting that perfect spot again and again. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear. My orgasm builds fast, my inner walls starting to flutter around his thick fingers.

“That’s it, Mariah,” Thorak rumbles, his deep voice vibrating through me. “Come undone on my tongue.”

His filthy words are my undoing. With a sharp cry, I shatter, my body convulsing with the force of my climax. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me as Thorak works me through it with his talented mouth and fingers, prolonging my pleasure until I’m limp and boneless beneath him.

When the aftershocks finally subside, he places a tender kiss on my inner thigh before crawling up my body and gathering me in his strong arms. I melt into his embrace, my skin still tingling and over-sensitized.

“That was incredible,” I murmur, nuzzling into his neck. “You’re very good at that.”

Thorak chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “I aim to please.”

He tilts my chin up and captures my mouth in a deep, languid kiss, the taste of my own sweetness still on his lips. I run my hands down Thorak’s broad back, his bunched muscles beneath my palms. He groans into my mouth as I scratch my nails lightly over his green skin.

Breaking the kiss, I push on his shoulders until he rolls onto his back, allowing me to straddle his hips. The large bulge straining against his pants presses deliciously against my sensitive core and we both moan at the contact.

I grind down instinctively, seeking more friction.

“Mariah,” Thorak grits out, his hands flying to my hips. “If you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”

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