Page 33 of My Orc Nanny

“Aswan,” I rasped, not sure what I was going to say, and when he tipped his head to one side, the scraping of his tusk caused me to shudder. I couldn’t believe how close I was to coming again, so quickly. He’d done that to me—forme. His fingertips slowly stroked that spot deep within me, and I nearly sobbed at the sensation.

“So beautiful, Hannah.” A swipe of his tongue. “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.” Another swipe. “I could spend the rest of my life between your legs, feasting on you.” A third. “I love the way you taste.”

I love.

I love.

I love.

My fingers tightened in his hair, and I stared sightlessly across the room.I love. How bad would it be to blurt out the same words?I love you, Aswan. But he hadn’t said that. He’d said that he loved the taste of my pussy, which…I mean, that was a pretty close second, wasn’t it?

We only had this weekend.

Until the kids returned, and we went back to beingMomandNanny.

This wasn’t anI love youmoment. This was afocus on your body, Hannah, because you’ll never again get to experience something so incrediblemoment.

So I did. I exhaled, forced myself to relax, and loosened my hold on him. Just in time, too, because Aswan curled his fingers inside of me, and closed his lips around my clitoris, the tip of his tongue finding that sensitive bud.

When he hummed, I exploded.

“Asw—” I began, before clamping my hand over my mouth, trying to muffle my shriek of ecstasy as my climax burst over me. Thank goodness he was holding my thighs down, because I bucked against him, as if trying to reach even closer, deeper, longer, harder.

Thiswas what I’d been hoping for.Thiswas the release I needed, and it went on forever. He continued to gently stroke me, and my orgasm stretched, my inner muscles clamping around him, as if trying to draw his fingers against my womb.

Aswan was everything I could have possibly prayed for.

With this realization, tears came to my eyes. My body was still thrumming from that orgasm, and now I was ready to cry? Just because I’d caught feelings for this remarkable male, and he was only available for a weekend fling?

Oh my gosh, you havegotto get your shit together. Just enjoy it while you can!

As if Aswan had heard, his lips released my clit, and his tongue swiped along my cleft, from where his fingers disappeared in me, upward. But my lips were too sensitive, and I was—frankly—overwhelmed by what had just happened. I jerked against him, my fingers curling into his hair again as I blurted, “Wait!”

I suppose it was incredulity that I was stopping him from going to town on me again, stopping him from giving me that incredible pleasure…whatever it was, by the time I succeeded in pulling his face from my crotch, I was laughing. Although maybe I was laughing to keep from crying, who knew?

No, when he lifted his face, his mouth and chin covered in my liquid desire, and grinned wickedly up at me, the laughterwasreal. I tugged again. “Aswan! I need…”

“Anything,dkaar. I’ll give it to you.”

Another incredulous burst of laughter. “A breather! I need…” Oh gosh… “Just give me a minute or ten.”

He hummed in agreement, then crawled from between my legs to stretch out beside me. Embarrassed now, I rolled against his chest, burying my face in his shoulder as his large hand stroked my back.

“I’ll give you whatever you need, Hannah.” His voice was low, serious. “Never feel like you can’t ask.”

“I just need…” I exhaled, feeling warm and safe in his hold, although how much of that was just the aftereffects of that orgasm? “Aswan, I’ve never…Oh mygosh,” I groaned, pressing my face against his skin. “That’s never happened before.”

His hand stilled, and I felt his muscles tighten. “What?”

“I’ve never come twice,” I mumbled. Then, deciding he deserved the truth, I exhaled. “I’ve never comewithanyone before.” Although he hadn’t come, had he? “I mean, I’ve never had a guy make me?—”

He pulled away sharply, enough to stare down at me. “Hannah, you’re saying that your ex-husband never brought you to orgasm?”

Did he have to sound so incredulous? Mutely, I shook my head, knowing I was blushing furiously. His expression shuttered, but I saw something flare in his eyes, along with that green glow.

Trying to laugh it off, I ran my hand down his naked chest. “And I mean, you’re not even naked!” I could feel his erection pressing against his trousers and my hip, so I knew he wasn’t unaffected. “You’re still wearing your pants.”

This time, he didn’t catch my wrist, but he merely said, “I don’t need to be naked to pleasure you,dkaar.”

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