Page 30 of The Orc's Sweetheart
Tilly’s eyes briefly flick up from my lips to my eyes, and one of her hands moves to the nape of my neck. “Looking at you like how?”
One hand still on her thigh, I cup Tilly’s face with the other, placing my thumb under her chin to tilt her mouth up to me. “Like you wonder what my lips taste like.”
“I’m wondering what all of you tastes like,” Tilly confesses unabashedly.
“Good,” I say, moving closer until I’m a mere breath away, my heart thumping like it’s trying to crawl out of my chest and into Tilly’s. “Because I’m wondering the same thing about you.”
My lips meet Tilly’s with a soft touch—once, twice. On the third pass, Tilly parts her lips, and I take the kiss deeper. The moment her tongue brushes against mine, I’m done for.
I pull Tilly into me, my hand digging into her waist the way it’s always wanted to, and the other weaving into her hair. The feeling of her hands roaming over me has my cock so hard it’s almost painful.
Tilly’s whimpers have me dangling on the edge of a razor as our tongues twine, demanding more, more, more. My body vibrates with the urge to rip her pants off and take her right here, but I need to remember that I’m playing a long game.
I’m playing for keeps.
Tilly tries to take control of the kiss, but I hold her still, tilting her head just where I want her, careful that she doesn’t injure herself on my tusks.
Our kiss stretches on and on—saying more than we’ve been able to say with words—getting hungrier and hungrier with each second that goes by. Precum leaks from my tip and the scent of Tilly’s arousal infiltrates my senses.
Just when I’m about to carry her off to the bedroom, Tilly hooks a leg around my lower back. The move acts as a reset button for my brain, because my priority today is taking care of Tilly and us really getting to know each other.
I start slowing the kiss down, letting our tongues turn to languid strokes before I tilt her head to the side to press open-mouthed kisses from her neck to her shoulder. I scrapeone tusk against the delicate skin on my way up, and enjoy the way she looks marked up by me.
Speaking in a horse whisper against her lips, I say, “One day, I want to paint your body with streaks like this. Your whole body, everywhere, carrying my marks.”
“Why wait?” Tilly asks with the most sultry voice, and chases the words with another kiss.
I almost forget why we stopped kissing in the first place, but as Tilly draws me closer with her legs again, I pull away and rest my forehead against hers. “Your ankle. You’re not getting hurt on my watch again.”
“My ankle’s okay. Trust me, I’m a nurse. There’s another part of me that’s aching, though.” Tilly emphasizes her words with a tilt of her hips so her cunt is rubbing against me. I deserve the biggest award for not thrusting back in reply, despite my cock’s best efforts to break free of my pants.
“Oh, I know,” I say with a pained chuckle. “My cock is pleading with me to slide into this sweet cunt of yours just as much as your cunt is begging for me to do it. But, you’re injured, and your kitchen is only half done.”
Tilly presses her lips into the most adorable pout. “It’s not like I need my ankle with what I want to do with you.”
I move my mouth next to her ear and whisper, “When I get you naked, every part of your body is mine.” I make sure to enunciate carefully when I repeat, “Every part.”
Tilly’s breath hitches and she swallows hard. “I want that. I want you.”
My lips tip into a wry grin as she looks at me with a hooded gaze. “Not nearly as much as I want you,sweetheart. But tell me, Nurse Tilly,” I say, tilting her head back so I can drag a tusk up the other side of her neck. “What did that fancy medical degree of yours teach you about orc cocks?”
“They have a short refractory period,” Tilly whimpers.
“You can do better than that, Matilda,” I scold lightly. “What do orc cocks look like?”
She sucks in a sharp breath as my lips dip down and nibble along her collarbone, and her hands shoot into my hair.
“They’re ribbed,” Tilly says with staccato breaths.
My voice drops into a lower register and I make sure to look her directly in the eyes when I ask, “Did they teach you about orc cum?”
Tilly’s pupils dilate until there’s only a thin ring of brown visible. “Yes.”
“And?” I prompt.
Licking her lips, she studies my face for a second before she answers, “There’s a lot of it.”
“Good. I can’t wait to see you covered in my cum, after I’ve wrung every drop of pleasure from your body.” I punctuate the words with light kisses on the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders, and Tilly trembles underneath my touch.
