Page 32 of My Orc Nanny

His hand gently pushed apart my thighs, and for a moment I hesitated—it had been so long since anyone touched me there—but then his breath hit my wet skin, and I relaxed into his touch.

“Perfect,dkaar,” he murmured. His fingertip found my cleft and he stroked. “So wet, so perfect.”

I don’t know if it was the praise, or the fact I was so primed. But when his fingertip found my clitoris—just the faintest touch, really—I spasmed, jerking toward him with a gasp as my orgasm burst over me.

He didn’t move his hand as I came, clutching at him, eyes squeezed shut…half in bliss, half in disappointment. I’d been looking forward to this—thissessionwith Aswan for so long, and I’d come so quickly…dangit.

No, that was worthy of adammit.You don’t have to watch your language here, and you just came without his fingers eveninyou. Dammit, you’d been looking forward to this!

When my core had stopped pulsing, I exhaled and flopped back to stare up at the ceiling. “Dammit,” I sighed, still tingly from the release, but vaguely disappointed.

That’s when a grinning Aswan loomed over me again. “You feel fuckingmagical, Hannah,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to my shoulder.

Unable to help myself, I started when his tusks scraped my skin, which seemed to still pulse with his nearness. “Are you—I mean, that was great. I…thank you.”

He didn’t even look up.

Chuckling, he kissed down my clavicle. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

I…what? I groped for him, and my palms encountered his bare chest. Just feeling his muscles under my palm made me shudder, and I realized my body was still tuned to him. “I already came, Aswan,” I admitted, dragging my hand down his side, and surprised to encounter the waist of his pants. He was still half-dressed? “It’s your turn to?—”

His fingers wrapped around my wrist, tight as steel, and moved my hand away from the erection I could feel pressed against my thigh. “Oh no,dkaar, tonight isn’t about me.” His dark gaze, with the green glow in the center, held mine seriously. “Tonight I’m bringingyoupleasure.”

My eyes widened, and my mouth opened to argue, but he caught my lips with his, stifling my protests. Besides, he’d sounded so…certainabout his plans for the evening.

Tonight I’m bringing you pleasure.

I mean…how could I object to that?

Not once, in our time together, had Travis said such a thing to me. Not once had he suggested my pleasure was more important than his. I think, after all that time together, he’d just…stopped caring. Had he ever cared?

And why in the ever-loving poop are you thinking about Travis when you should be focused on what Aswan’s left hand is doing?

Deciding to take my subconscious’s recommendation, I moaned in pleasure and pushed my breast against his palm.

Aswan's lips left mine, trailing kisses down my body like he was on a pilgrimage, and I was his sacred ground. He lingered at the valley between my breasts, his tongue tracing patterns that had me writhing. I could feel the ridges on his tongue, subtle yet unmistakable, a promise of what was to come.

When he moved lower, I squirmed, both from the tickling sensation of his tusks grazing my skin and the anticipation of where he was headed. When he reached my belly, he paused, then shot me a knowing glance. “You are a feast,Hannah,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that I felt more than heard.

Then he was moving again, his hands gently pushing my thighs apart. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but the way he looked at me—like I was a treasure—made me feel safe. He settled between my legs, his broad shoulders keeping me open to him. I could barely breathe; I could guess what was going to happen, and I could barely believe it.

The first touch of his tongue was electric. The ridges were rough, jarring in the most delightful way, causing me to jerk against his hold. He licked, slow and deliberate, from my entrance to my clit, and I bucked against him again, gasping in response.

“I knew you’d be delicious,” Aswan growled, his fingers dimpling my thighs. “Gods below, you’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Stunned at such a compliment, I reached for him, but my fingers could only curl around his dark hair. “Aswan?—”

I’m not sure what I would have said, because he interrupted me with another long, slow lick, and I thought I might come undone right then. But he didn't let me. He built me up, his tongue dragging along my cleft, the ridges creating a tantalizing friction that had me panting and moaning.

And just when I thought I would go mad from the torture, he slid a thick finger inside me. I gasped, my body clenching around him.

“That’s it,dkaar,” he hummed against me as he curled his fingers upward. “Open for me.”

I could only whimper—half in confusion, half in bliss, becauseoh my God, what was happening?

His fingertips hit something, aspot, deep inside me. Something I’d never felt or experienced on my own…and I nearly shot off the bed, yanking myself upright by his hair as I gasped.

It should have hurt him. Instead, Aswan chuckled—I swear to you, Ifelthim chuckle!—and nuzzled at my curls, his tongue lapping at me again. My entire body was coiled like a spring ready to snap.

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