Page 15 of Swipe Right for Orcs
When she comes, it’s with a cry that echoes off the walls, her entire body tensing before she shatters. I don’t stop, continuing to lick and suck until she’s writhing beneath me, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
I pull back, my chest heaving with the effort to control myself. She’s a fucking vision, flushed and panting; it’s almost too much. I want to bury myself inside her, to feel her wrapped around me, but I know I need to go slow.
I rise from the chair, my hands gliding up her thighs as I position myself at her entrance. Her gaze meets mine, and I see the trust, the desire, the need in her eyes.
“I’m going to go slow,” I murmur, my voice rough with the effort of holding back. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
She nods, her eyes never leaving mine as I start to push forward. The tip of my cock slides into her entrance, and she whimpers, her body tensing.
I pause, giving her a moment to adjust. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her hands reaching out to grip the sides of the table. “Please, don’t stop.”
I push forward again, inch by inch, until I’m about halfway inside her. Her pussy squeezes around me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control. The feeling of her stretched around me is almost too much, too good, too perfect.
Fairlie whimpers, her body adjusting to the size of me, and I can see the mixture of pleasure and pain on her face. I stop again, wanting to make sure she’s alright.
“Just a little more,” I coax, my hands caressing her thighs in reassurance. “You’re doing so well, Fairlie.”
She nods, biting her lip as she shifts her hips, taking me a little deeper. Seeing how brave and willing she is nearly has me coming on the spot. I want to give her everything, but she needs to be prepared.
I slowly start to move, sliding in and out of her tight hole, letting her get used to the rhythm. Her breath hitches with each movement, and her eyes squeeze shut, her expression shifting with every new sensation.
I watch her closely, every gasp, every tremble, every shiver that caresses her body. My heart pounds as I fuck her, letting her adjust to the stretch, the fullness. The way she looks—eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed—only fuels the fire inside me.
“Fairlie,” I murmur. “You feel so good. So perfect.”
Her hands clutch at my forearms, nails digging into my skin as she tries to take more of me. Her hips move on their own now, thrusting to meet me halfway, but I hold back, keeping the pace slow, deliberate.
“I want all of you,” she whispers.
I groan. “Not yet,” I manage to say, my voice strained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She moans softly. The sound is like a siren call attempting to lure me deeper, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, her hips move in time with mine, her movements becoming more confident and more assured as she finds her stride.
I’m barely holding on—the sensation of her pussy surrounding me, squeezing me, drives me closer to the edge with every thrust. The urge to push deeper, to bury myself completelyinside her, is almost overwhelming, but I resist. At least for our first time. But damn if I don’t want to give her everything.
Fairlie’s breaths come faster, her moans louder as we pick up the pace, and I can tell she’s close again. Her body tightens, her inner muscles clenching around me as she teeters on the edge.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips as I push into her. “Let go, Fairlie. I’ve got you.”
With a cry, she falls over the edge, her body convulsing around me as she comes. The sensation is too much, and I follow her into bliss, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. My hips buck, and I have to pull back slightly, keeping just the tip inside her as I release, spilling into her with a deep, guttural groan.
For a moment, we’re both frozen in place, caught in the aftermath of our shared orgasm. The only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths, the smell of sex heavy in the air.
I can’t help but think about the fact that we didn’t use a condom. It hasn’t escaped me that I didn’t ask about birth control, but right now, it’s the furthest thing from my mind. I imagine her plump with my child, her body filled with the beauty of carrying an orc’s baby. I picture her full breasts, her hips widened to birth such a large baby. The thought sends a shiver of excitement through me, and I can’t help but yearn for the idea.
Slowly, I come back to myself, blinking as I look down at her. Fairlie’s eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. She’s beautiful, absolutely stunning in the aftermath of our lovemaking, and I lean down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.
She opens her eyes, gazing up at me with a softness that makes my heart ache. “Osric…” she whispers, her voice filled with something I can’t quite place.
I smile, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You were incredible.”
Her lips curl into a smile, but there’s a hint of shyness in her expression. “So were you.”
I carefully ease out of her, my hands gentle as I pick her up bridal style and carry her to the bed, navigating the mess of clothes and shoes on the floor.
What the hell happened in here?
