Page 57 of Enchanted with the Orc
He was cupping his cock almost absentmindedly, stroking and gripping every once in a while—when his eyes fell on the hard points of my nipples, on where my stomach shivered, where the stretch marks from my daughter had always made me self-conscious but now, his heated stare was driving those thoughts away. “We don’t have to—”
“I want to. I said I did.”
His throat bobbed. “It doesn’t matter what you said before. Or what you think I expect. You can always change your mind.”
“I won’t.” The way he was looking at me, I was sure he’d protest again.But he just rested his forehead on my sternum, his breath warm against the skin he’d just licked, and let his fingertips pop the top button of my jeans. The sound of the zipper was loud in the silence of the night. I lifted my hips as he dragged them down. When we were settled again, he regained his position, nuzzling the skin of my neck, bracketing it with his tusks. His thick fingers traced the elastic of my panties, dipping under the thin, plain cotton.
He pulled away to stare down at me for a long moment, and neither of us said anything. That was when his gaze dipped. He licked his plump lips as he eyed what had to be ahugewet spot on my panties. In that moment, seeing the way he wanted me, my shyness was shoved to the side and a wanton part of me spread my legs for him. His lips parted, his breath coming faster. As if he was panting.
He hooked his finger in the elastic and pushed the cotton to the side. I peeked down, craning my neck to see over my stomach. I was glistening, swollen and plump to my own eyes, way too far ahead, considering that we’d barely done anything. Too eager. A shiver of embarrassment went up my spine. “I’m sorry.”
There were two kinds of heat, the one curling tight at the bottom of my stomach, and the one rising to my cheeks. I could barely tell them apart. “I’m . . .”
“Perfect.” He wasn’t actually talking to me. More to himself it seemed. Focused on the way his fingertip sank so easily between my folds, parting them and gliding back and forth until I threw back my head and closed my eyes because the pleasure was twisting, moving, thrumming through me and Icouldn’t—
“You are so beautiful.” The words were a rough whisper, ripped from inside him. Like he wasn’t sure they were the right ones, but he was going to say them anyway. “Can I?”
It took her several heartbeats to realize that he was referring to hishuge middle finger, to the way it was circling around my entrance and pushing slowly into it. A light pressure right at the rim. Soaking it already.
I moaned. “Anything,” I breathed. “You can do anything to me.”
He licked my nipple, a silent thank-you, and pushed inside. Or… he tried. I hissed and so did he, with a quiet, hoarse “Fuck.”
He had such big fingers—bigeverything.That was probably why they couldn’t fit. The first knuckle was almost too much. A tense, pinching ache and the sensation of wet, slightly uncomfortable fullness. I shifted on my heels, trying to adjust myself around the intrusion so I could make room, and then I shifted some more, until he had to grip my hip with his other hand to keep me still. I clung to his shoulders, his skin sweat-slicked and sweltering hot under my palms.
His thumb grazed me, and I whimpered. “It’s okay, my mate,” he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to my nipple. “Relax.”
I can’t. Though, if I had to be honest, the way his finger was curving inside me—it was already getting better. It didn’t hurt so much now, and I was even wetter. If he touched methere, on that spot that I hadn’t known existed… my head lolled back. I clutched his muscles with my nails.
“There? Is that a good spot?”
I wanted to say no, tell him that it was too much, but before I could part my lips to do that, he did it again, until I couldn’t stay silent anymore, all whimpers and groans and increasingly obscene, wet noises. Until he tried to get a little deeper inside, and I couldn’t help wincing.
“What is it?” His voice was his regular voice, but a million times raspier. “Does it hurt?”
“No—Oh.”
He looked up, all flushed pale skin against dark waves. “Why are you so tense, Tasia? Am I doing something wrong?”
“I—not.” I wasn’t sure what compelled me to continue. Anyone would know that it was a terrible idea, but there wasn’t any room leftfor lies now that we were so close together. I swallowed hard, confessing, “Only ever with David.”
Enka went still. Completely motionless. His muscles flexed, coiled strength under my palms, and then they just stayed like that, tense and still as he stared down at me. “Tasia.”
I was left breathless as his large palm cupped the side of my face and brought it down for a warm, laughing, slow kiss.
Maybe Iwasa little inexperienced when it came to sex. But I really hadn’t thought about it for ages before Enka, and even then, this wasn’t what I’d been expecting—him above me, spreading my legs wide open with his big palms on my inner thighs and then kneeling between them. Sliding down, going low...
“Wait,” I gasped. “What are you—”
The way he parted me with his tongue, it was as though I was the meal he’d been waiting for his entire life. He was slow but sure and steady, and didn’t stop when my thigh stiffened against his palm, or when I tried to squirm away. He just grunted, the sound low and rich; then ran his nose down the skin under my stomach, inhaling deeply as if he was apologizing but then he buried his face into my pussy once more.
“Enka—stop,” I begged, and for a moment he just nuzzled his face against my folds like he had no intention of doing any such thing. Then he lifted his head, eyes foggy, as if coming to the realization that he should be listening to me.
“Mmm?” His lips vibrated against me.
“Maybe… Should you stop?”
He went still, his hand tightening around my thighs. “Did you change your mind?” he demanded, and I was certain he meant it to be a gentle question, but urgency was pushing him hard.
