Page 34 of My Orc Nanny

Ireallyneeded to figure out what that meant. I tried to grin, but was pretty sure it came out crookedly. “I’dliketo touch you. It would make me happy to touch you, feel you.” I wanted to wrap my fingers around his cock, to feel it inside me…

Maybe he sensed my thoughts, because his nostrils flared, and the tip of that long tongue flicked out against one of his tusks. I wasn’t sure if it was a response, a habit, or if he was licking his lips…butIwanted to be the one to lick that tusk.

“Okay,” he rasped, reaching for his waistband and rolling onto his back. “If it will bring you pleasure…”

As he pulled down his trousers, I rolled over him, bending over his mouth to kiss him. But I quickly gave into temptation and ran my tongue across his tusk, licking him the way he had…and the response was immediate.

With a growl, he wrapped both arms around me and yanked me against him. I could feel his chest vibrating, even as he kicked off his boxers, and decided that meant he liked it.

So I did it again, and this time, Aswan fell back against the bed with a groan, one hand reaching for his cock. I sat back, determined to explore.

He was magnificent—all muscles and taut green skin that seemed to shimmer in the low light. His chest and abdomen were tight with muscles, although I knew from the cuddling I’d just done that he wasn’t too hard either, and his legs were strong and thick. My fingers skimmed over the ridges and dips of his body, trying to memorize them.

Whenever I glanced up at his face, he was staring at me, his breaths coming deep and measured, as if I was far more interesting than whatever my touch was doing to him. Or as if he was fighting for control.

Because as I touched him…he was touching himself.

His cock was a thing of beauty, thick and a darker green than the rest of him, standing proudly against his abdomen. He had one hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly, his attention on me.

I reached out tentatively, wrapping my hand around his. He was hot and hard, silky smooth, and I could feel his pulse throbbing against my palm. And to my surprise, hiscock wasridged, just like his tongue. I shuddered, imagining the way it would feel, sliding into my pussy.

If I hadn’t already been aroused—yet again! What was he doing to me?—that image would have been enough.

“Gods below,” he rasped, his strokes growing in speed. “The way you’re looking at me makes me…” The words ended in a groan as I gently nudged his hand out of the way.

He released his grip, letting me take over, and a low rumble echoed from his chest as I began to stroke him. What had he said to me? Oh yes.

“You like this?” I murmured. “You like the way I touch you?”

“More than anything,” he choked, his hips bucking slightly into my touch. “Just like that, love. Oh gods below,yes.You’re going to kill me…so fucking good.”

Emboldened by his praise, I leaned down, my hair cascading over his thighs as I pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. He jerked in my hand, a hiss escaping his lips.

“Hannah,” he warned, his voice little more than a growl. “You don't have to?—”

“I want to,” I interrupted, looking up at him. “I want to taste you, Aswan.”

Something like desperation—or maybe fear—flickered across his features. “Tonight was aboutyourpleasure,dkaar.”

“Sucking your cock will bring me pleasure, Aswan,” I announced primly, positioning myself over him.

His eyes flashed, the green glow brightening, and he nodded, the long green column of his throat working as he swallowed. “Then—taste,” he rasped. “Take your pleasure from my body.”

I smiled, leaning down again and this time, I took him into my mouth. He was too thick for me to get very far past my lips, but judging from his groan, I was doing just fine. I used my tongue to circle the thick green head, then used both hands to spread my saliva along his ridges.

He tasted of…cinnamon?

I hummed—partly in pleasure, partly in delight at his new and exciting taste, and the vibration made him buck his hips again.

“Fuck, Hannah,” he groaned, his hand coming to rest on my head, tangling in my hair. “Your mouth...”

I felt powerful. Powerful and desirable, as I pushed myself up on my knees to bend even further over him. I found myself waving my butt in the air, trying to squeeze my thighs together to capture the pressure and pleasure already teasing my core.

Who would’ve thought sucking cock could make me this horny? It had always been a chore in the past, but I hadn’t lied; tasting Aswanhadbrought me pleasure. When his big hand palmed my rear end, squeezing me, I wondered if he could sense how aroused I was.

I dragged my tongue up his ridges, then popped his head from between my lips. Feeling naughty, I tried to continue the dirty talk. “I can’t wait to feel this inside me.”

Look, I never said I was particularlygoodat the dirty talk,did I? But it must have worked a bit because Aswan groaned again, his hips flexing.

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