Page 106 of Halfling
His inhale was sharp, his groan deep when she kissed the flared tip and sucked away the pearlescent beads gathered there.
She’d done this for him before, but unlike then, she was slow with him. The times before had been about exploring and, if she was honest, a little showing off on her part.
Now, she took her time. Her touches were soft, reverent, as she ran her hand up and down, up and down. She teased him with gentle licks and sucking kisses up one side and down the other, running her tongue along the prominent vein and humming when it throbbed.
“Sorcha…” he growled.
She didn’t listen to his warning, kept working him in small touches. When he reached to pull her up his body, she wiggled away and nipped the hard muscle of one thigh.
Arching a brow at him, she waited until he groaned and buried his hand in his hair, the picture of frustrated surrender, before swirling her tongue around the head and drawing his cock into her mouth.
He was far too large to take much in her mouth, but she worked him with her hands, moving in concert with slow drags of her tongue. She hummed in pleasure around him, drowning in his strong musk and salty tang. Her quim clenched around nothing, her own aching need throbbing between her legs, but this wasn’t about her. Besides, Orek coming undone was too delicious to stop.
It wasn’t much longer when he choked on her name, a different kind of warning.
With one last hum and drag of her tongue, he popped free of her mouth just as the first rope of spend burst free. Orek roared, fangs bared in savage pleasure. She caught his heated gaze with hers, making sure he watched as she pumped her hands up and down, up and down.
More lashes of hot spend splattered her chin and neck, dripping onto her breasts. His eyes flashed like molten gold when she swiped her tongue to lick it off her lips.
He painted her with his seed, and she milked him for every last drop, claiming it all.
With a final roar, he fell back in the furs, great chest heaving with release.
Sorcha continued to hold him, working him down from his peak. Her own body cried for its own release, but she was too drunk on a heady rush of feminine satisfaction. When he looked to have caught his breath, she prowled over him again, resuming her seat on his belly.
He gazed up at her with eyes gone sultry and soft, making that power inside her flutter with pride.
A satisfied rumble vibrated in his chest, and he reached up to fill his hands with her breasts. He pinched her stiffened nipples, drawing a gasp, before spreading his spend across her chest. The rumble deepened as he swiped his wet thumbs across her nipples and worked himself into her skin.
A needy moan escaped her lips, and one of his hands made a slick trail down her middle to her soaking quim. She let him pet her for a moment, combining his seed with her slick, before she shook her head and slid off to lay beside him.
“That was for you,” she said.
That rumble turned into a growl as he rolled to face her. He hooked her leg behind the knee to draw over his hips, opening her wide to his hand that slid up her thigh to tease at her weeping quim.
Sorcha arched into his stroking fingers, feeling how easily he slid through her slick.
“You don’t have to—” she gasped.
Two fingers speared inside her.
“Female,” he growled, “this is for me, too.”
Well, she supposed if this night was about him, he should get what he wanted.
So Sorcha let him roll her under him, those fingers working her as his thumb circled her clit. He sucked her breast into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, as his cock pressed inside her, the burnso good.
“Whose cock do you take so perfect, female?”
“Yours!” she cried, gripping his wrists as he began to thrust inside.
“Whose name is on your lips as you come apart?”
“Orek!”
His head fell to hers, lips a hot brand against her cheek when he growled, “Whose are you?”
“Yours!”
