Page 57 of His Orc Lady

I undo the laces and slide the flaps aside, and then Owen takes over, impatient, shoving the pants down, along with his underwear. Suddenly, he’s naked in front of me, his strong, muscled body illuminated by the orange glow of the lantern.

His cock juts up from his groin, where a thatch of light-brown hair covers his balls.It’s long and proud, just slightly more curved than an orc’s, with a reddish-purple head and strong veins running down its length.

He stands tall, letting me look. I feast my eyes on him, admiring his strong muscles and the broad, sturdy shape of his body. Then I reach for him because I need to touch him, too, and we come together again, my hands on his skin, his arms around me.

I expect him to undress me first, but instead, he reaches for my hair and pulls out the first gold pin. “May I?”

At my nod, he feels for more of the gold ornaments and takes them out one by one until my heavy braid falls to my back. He wraps the thick rope of hair around his fist and tugs lightly, and I gasp, going up on my tiptoes for him. The slight pressure he’s putting on me is having a strange effect, sending pulses of pleasure and awareness through my body, straight down to my core.

“Owen!” I scramble for his shoulders and dig my fingernails into his naked skin. “Why does this feel so good?”

He tugs my head to the side and sucks on my neck, bruising the skin with every carnal kiss. “I wanted to touch you so badly that day in the baths. I didn’t know until then how long your hair is.”

I look up at him, my entire being humming from the need to be with him. “Do you want to unbraid it?”

He sucks in a breath. “Yes.”

I grin and face away from him, offering him my back. Owen’s hands are gentle as he picks up the end of my braid and undoes the tie, then slowly separates the threads of my hair.

When he digs his fingers into my scalp, I moan and let my head rest in his hands. It feels amazing, and I don’t know why we didn’t think to do this sooner.

Owen chuckles, his breath hot on the skin of my neck. “I knew you’d like this.”

“Like it?” I shuffle back until I’m flush with his body and his hard cock rests against my ass. “If you ever decide to leave your profession, Captain, I will gladly pay you to do this all day.”

He kisses my shoulder. He moves his fingers over my scalp, pressing down with just enough force.”Mm. So you want me to continue with this?”

I sigh and turn around. “As much as I want to say yes, I did have other plans for you.”

Owen’s eyebrows climb up. “Oh?”

I nudge him backward, toward my bed, and he grins at me, devastatingly handsome. He wraps his fingers around my wrist and leads me along, and we fall on the bed in a tangle of limbs, gasping and laughing. He grabs handfuls of my undershirt and tugs it over my head, then pulls me down on top of him, banding his arms around me.

“Owen.” I kiss him deeply, savoring the taste of him, the feel of his naked skin against mine.

He puts his hands on my ass and hikes me higher so I’m straddling him, my knees on either side of his hips. “I’ve had a dream…”

He groans as I roll my hips over his cock, then holds me so I stop.

“Yes?”

I smile sweetly down at him, my hands braced on his chest. My hair falls around my face in a black curtain, and he turns his head toward it, then draws in a deep inhale.

“Gods, this scent will always make me hard, I swear.” He stares up at me. “I want you to ride me. Can you do that?”

My cheeks are flaming with heat, but I consider his question. “I’ve never done it before, but I think I can figure it out.”

I grasp his cock, wrapping my fingers around the thick base. It twitches in my grip, and I gasp, delighted at the velvety texture.

“Oh.” I slide farther down Owen’s body, curiosity getting the best of me. “I’ve never done this either.”

I trace the underside of his cockhead with my thumb, and Owen shudders, the muscles in his thick thighs bunching up. A small drop of precum appears at the very top of his cock, caught in the slit, so I touch it with my other forefinger and bring the droplet to my lips.

“Fuck.” Owen lifts himself on his elbows, watching me with hooded eyes. “You don’t have to?—”

The taste of him explodes on my tongue, salty and flavorful. My eyelids flutter in pleasure, so I lean in and swipe up the next droplet with my tongue instead. Owen’s groan reverberates around my room, a guttural, primal sound I’ll cherish forever. Encouraged by his reaction, I wrap my lips around his cockhead and give it a tentative suck. I slide my mouth lower, taking his length until I feel his head at the back of my throat, then retreat again, repeating the motion.

He melts back onto the pillows. “Your mouth feels like—ohgods. Don’t— Fuck, you need to stop.”

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