Page 59 of Enchanted with the Orc
“Just one, then.”
“Ican’t—”
“Yes, Tasia.”
As it turned out, it was his voice that ruined everything. That possessive, quiet tone, the tiny hint of an order in the low, silky rasp of his words, and the pleasure broke over me like a wave, taking me under. My brain broke. That was the only way to explain it.
I wasn’t myself for seconds that melted into minutes, and when I had an inkling of a sense of reality again, he was still licking me, except more slowly. Not doing anything but savoring me. “I want to eat you like this until you pass out,” he groaned. His lips were soft and gentle against my skin.
“No,” I gasped, shaking my head and fisting the pillow. “Please.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think I’ll live.” I couldn’t think straight, not quite yet. My mind was stuttering. Confused.
I almost screamed when he pushed one finger inside. This time it slid in with ease, smooth and without any fight from my body. And my walls clamped on it as if to welcome him and hold him inside.
“Gods.” He licked my clit again, and I was too sensitive for that. “You are—” he started as he hooked his finger inside me, pressing against the roof of my pussy, and the pleasure built in me, pushing at the edges of me until I didn’t know what was happening. “—so small and tight and warm.”
The heat started flooding within me once more, knocking the air out of my lungs, leaving me open-mouthed. Colors started bursting behind my eyelids. He groaned something that wasn’t coherent, and slid in another finger on the tail end of my orgasm. The taut stretch of it—it was ruining me.
My body blossomed into something that didn’t belong to me anymore. Something made of bright, high peaks and lush deep valleys. It left me heavy and boneless, and I wasn’t sure how much time passed by before I could bear to raise my hands to grip his tusks and gently tug him away to get him to stop.
He shot me a slightly irritated glance but complied, and I tugged him up—because he had a look on his face that told me he could start again at any moment, and because it would be nice to have him laying next to me.He might have had the same thought because he lifted himself above me, leaning himself on his forearms. His heavy, thick chest pushed against my breasts, one giant thigh lodged firmly between my legs.
I looked down at myself, noticing the pink socks that were still on my feet. Embarrassment flooded inside me, and I wondered if he thought I was weird—
“Can I fuck you?” he asked, before kissing me, not seeming to be bothered with where his mouth had been just a few seconds before. I wondered if I should be put off by that, but since my body was still twitching with pleasure, contracting with aftershocks at the memory of what he’d just done, I couldn’t make myself care, and it was nice that he was kissing me. He was anamazingkisser.
“Mmm.” My palms came up to cup his face, and I started to trace his cheekbones with my thumbs. They were so hot. “What?” My thoughts were fuzzy, but I couldn’t have heard him right. Not after I’d donenothingthat could have made him want me. I’d just laid there whilehe’dtouchedme.
“Can I fuck you?” He sucked the base of my throat and I was certain he’d be leaving a mark. “Please?”
He breathed it against the shell of my ear, and—I’d never wanted to say yes so fast. I nodded my permission and reached for his cock, but he beat me to it, tugging down his pants, closing his large fist around it. He washuge. Larger than I’d thought he’d be, than I’d thought anyone could be. I could still feel his heart pounding rapidly against my chest as he aligned himself to me and nudged the head against my opening and—
I was lax now—and pliant. But still not loose enough. “Ah.” The first stretch wasn’t quitepainful, but it was nearly too much. Not the easy glide I thought it’d be. Then again, he wasso bigall over. And yet, the sensation, the push of him against every part of me—it held a promise of something that was going to blow my mind. “You’resobig.”
He groaned into my neck. His entire body was vibrating with tension. “You can take me,” he whispered against my skin, a low purring sound starting in his chest. I didn’t understand what was happening, but it relaxed me, melting me into the sofa-bed.
“I can,” I told him, voice reedy, and my breath caught halfway through the second word. I’d given birth, after all. Except that he wasn’t in, not really. Not even halfway. And there was just no more room.
I looked up at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, dark half-moons against his skin, and his jaw was tense. “What if it’s too much?” I gasped.
He lowered his lips to my ear. “Then…” He tried to thrust, and maybe it was too much, but the friction was perfect. “Then I’ll fuck you like this.” I squeezed my eyes shut when he hit a place that made me whimper. “Gods, Tasia.”
My entire body was pulsating. “Is there something I should be doing?” I asked, arching against him.
The purring intensified and he kissed my collarbone. Our breathing was erratic by now, loud in the silence of the room. “Shh,” he whispered. “Or I’ll come too quickly. You feelamazing.”
I canted my hips, and he was rubbing against that spot again. It made my thighs tremble, and I tried to open them wider—to invite him inside. It was in that moment that I realized one critical factor I hadn’t considered. “You’re not wearing a condom,” I gasped.
His hips slowed, and then stuttered to a stop. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I murmured, running my lips over his jaw and he shuddered against me. I nodded, gasping as I rocked against him, wishing he was still fucking me. “Come inside me.” His fingers clenched in the skin of my hips at my words and he shook his forehead against mine.
“Be sure,” he groaned. “I won’t be able to stop myself. I can pull out now.”
“No, don’t pull out,” I whispered. We were too dazed to kiss with anykind of co-ordination but his lips were hot and soft when they brushed against mine. “Yes.”
