Page 89 of Halfling
It did wonders for her pride.
She kissed up his chest, devouring the warm, salty taste of him. She nipped the underside of his strong chin before her mouth found his, sliding into place with a delicious drag. A moan escaped her as she coaxed him into playing a soft game with her, one full of nips and long swipes of her tongue. When his mouth opened, allowing her deeper, she dove, showing him just how she liked her kisses—long, drugging, addicting.
He followed her lead, movements at first hesitant and unsure, but the warm water and leisurely presses of their mouths seemed finally to let him relax. If only a little. When she traced the slope of one fang with her tongue, she heard his sharp inhale.
“All we’re doing is learning what feels good,” she assured him. “If I do something you don’t like, just say.”
“I’ll like all your touches,” he said with absolute surety.
She couldn’t help a smug grin. “What do you like? How should I touch you?”
“Any way you want.”
As flattering asanythingandeverythingwas, Sorcha wanted to know whatheliked. Until now, she’d ignored the hard length of his cock, bobbing against his stomach. She’d left a little room between them but could still feel how it throbbed, and her quim answered with a pulsing ache. Even submerged, with her thighs spread open over his, she could feel how slick she was for him.
Using his shoulders as leverage, she dragged herself forward, bringing their chests flush together and catching his cock between them.
Orek shuddered and his cock kicked against her belly.
Sorcha gasped, finally feeling the full length of him. Perhaps he was smaller for an orc, but compared to a human man, he was decidedly large. Her mind wiped clean thinking how deliciously he’d fill her, how the drag of him leaving would almost burn, only to be filled up again. Her quim clenched around nothing, spearing an ache through her lower belly.
She squirmed on his lap, wanting friction and pressure, and almost forgot her plan—slow seduction.
“What did you imagine,” she asked, voice gone husky even to her own ears, “when you pleasured yourself? How would I touch you?”
Easing a hand between them, she lightly dragged her nails down his chest. She thumbed one flat nipple, making his cock jump again. Sorcha watched the pulse at his throat beat as she skimmed her hand further down to his hip, where she explored the dips and ridges of his flesh. He went completely still, not even breathing, as her fingers passed over the thatch of hair to delicately trace the length of his cock.
“Ohh,” she moaned, clasping him in her hand. Her fingers barely met as she gently pumped him, and his heat nearly scorched her, warmer even than the hot spring.
“Did you dream it was my hand holding you tight?” she whispered. “Did you wonder what my hands would feel like wrapped around your big cock?”
“Yes,” he growled.
“How does it feel?” she murmured against his lips.
She squeezed him at the root before gliding up the length and twisting her wrist. A choked noise hummed against her lips, and he nearly snarled at her, fangs bared. She kissed each one.
“Perfect,” he said, catching her lips with his, “perfect.”
Sorcha moaned, losing herself to his kisses. She kept her touches light, but every pump of her hand, every press of his mouth on hers had her growing greedy. She wanted to explore every inch of him, most especially the thick cock she had her hands all over but never seen.
She pressed her breasts into his chest, needing more friction, and dragged her nipples over his skin. Her hips began to move over his thigh, seeking pressure.
“Orek, why won’t you touch me?” She couldn’t quite keep the whine from her voice, but her need had grown too sharp. She couldn’t do soft and slow much longer.
He drew in a ragged breath, his arms bunching but remaining on the lip of the pool.
“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop,” he said into her hair.
She growled against his lips and gave him a punishing kiss. “Why would I want you to stop?”
Orek had everything he could ever want right in front of him—his female, the most beautiful, perfect woman ever made, in his lap, her mouth hungry on his and hot cunt kissing the underside of his cock—and couldn’t believe it.
She teased him, goaded him, bared herself to him, and Orek couldn’t wrap his mind around such a perfect creature as her wanting to touch him.
His disbelief and inexperience hung like leaden weights on his body, rendering him immobile. His body burned with pleasure, withneedfor her, yet he sat there motionless, useless.
And then she growled against his lips.Why would I want you to stop?
