Page 81 of Buck Wild Orc Cowboy
When we broke apart, panting, he touched my cheek. “Let me take care of you.”
“You already do,” I said with a smile.
I scooted off him and stood at the end of the bed to undress myself, his gaze following my every move. He didn’t just crave me for this moment, I knew hesawme. Every stretch mark, every soft curve, every scar. Yet he still wanted it all.
When I climbed back into the bed, he gathered me close.
“You okay?” I whispered against his hot skin.
“I’ve never been better. I’m trying not to rush. Trying to make it last.”
I kissed the corner of his mouth and trailed down to his throat. “You can go slow. Or fast. Or anywhere in between. I’m not going anywhere.”
That seemed to unlock something in him. His restraint snapped. He flipped me onto my back, bracing himself over me with his arms on either side of my shoulders. I expected intensity, and it was there, but so was the teasing.
He kissed down my chest, pausing to nip, making me gasp. He continued across my belly and slid my legs wide. When he crawled down to lick the inside of my thigh, I nearly levitated.
“Sel, please,” I growled. Me. Growled. Okay, I begged.
He gave a smug, wicked laugh. “What’s wrong, mate? I’m savoring every bit of you.”
His mouth found me where I needed him most, and my back arched off the bed. His hands held me in place while his mouth did devastating things, and when I finally hissed out his name, he kissed my thigh like a thank you.
When he moved up to hover over me again, I pulled him down and kissed him hard. I wanted all of him. Every inch. Every breath.
“Please,” I whispered. “Now.”
He entered me slowly, with a groan like he was barely holding himself together. His eyes locked on mine the entire time, memorizing every flicker of emotion on my face. I gasped as he filled me, the sensation intense and stretching andexquisitely perfect. We were meant to fit together this way. I stroked his sides, savoring how warm his skin was and the way his muscles tensed when he bottomed out inside me. A shudder ripped through him and his face tensed.
“Alright?” I asked.
“You feel wonderful, mate. Perfect.”
“So do you.” I felt full. Owned. Cherished. And safe, wrapped up in this powerful male who held me like I was everything he could ever need.
Inside me, his coorails shifted with every slight movement, silken and strange and dizzyingly good, like velvet-wrapped sparks dragging along my every nerve.
He held still, braced above me, giving me a moment to breathe. “Tell me if anything’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong.” I lifted my hips, inviting him in deeper. “You’reperfect.”
He flashed me a sexy, tusk-filled grin, and started moving, slow and careful at first, easing out and gliding back in, setting a rhythm that made my toes curl, and my nerves light up. He watched me like he needed to see everything I felt.
The beads at the end of each coorail pulsed, sending vibrations through me that made it impossible to stay still. My breath hitched every time they dragged across that tender place inside.
We found our rhythm together. My soul had been waiting for his. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dragged him closer, needing more, deeper, all of him. Each stroke made his coorails spiral in a different way, grazing new spots, curling with maddening precision that made me clench around him, helpless with need.
He curled his body forward, and his mouth found mine in a desperate kiss that melted into breathless laughter when I caught the guttural orcish curse he muttered under his breath.
I laughed. “That sounded filthy.”
“It was,” he panted, grinning through the sweat and heat.
Still braced above me with one palm on the bed, he reached between us to roll my clit. With a grunt, he moved harder, faster, making the coorails rub and pulse inside me with every stroke. Such delicious pressure. They spiraled along my walls, the soft beads stroking places I didn’t even know could feel this good. I cried out, pleasure building inside me, digging my fingers into his arms as the tension twisted into a knot that was going to let loose soon.
We lost ourselves in each other, teasing, panting, clinging. Every thrust drove us closer, our voices rising together in a chorus of groans and whispers and broken moans.
We finally shattered, him groaning my name and me gasping his like it was the only word I knew.
