Page 41 of Falling for the Grumpy Orc
Then his mouth is on my breast, his lips closing around one taut peak while his hand cradles the other. The feel of his hard, fleshy lips and the rough drag of his tongue send shocks of pleasure straight to my core. His tusks push against the soft flesh on either side of his mouth, a constant, arousing pressure that has me squirming. A needy sound escapes my throat, encouraging him to suckle harder, and I thread my fingers into his hair, holding him close as a bolt of pure, raw longing spears through me.
My legs tighten around his narrow waist, pulling him flush against me, my heels digging into the firm muscles of his perfect, muscular ass. His mouth keeps working over my sensitive nipples, consuming me, branding me, until I'm dizzy with it.
Only when I'm breathless and writhing does he finally lift his head, a wicked, sexy grin on his lips.
"I've imagined what you'd look like laying beneath me, what sounds you'd make as I plunged into your sweet heat."
My eyes widen at his blunt words, at the vivid image they evoke, and my hips jerk against him instinctively.
"Gerralt," I whimper, my belly fluttering with need.
His hands slide down my ribs, gliding over my waist, and slips beneath the waistband of my jeans. My fingers scrabble at his broad shoulders as he slowly peels the denim down my hips, taking my panties with it, baring me inch by inch. I hold his hungry gaze as he bends before me, wrapping my legs over his shoulders. His eyes latch possessively on the exposed skin of my thighs, then lock on the thin strip of curls between my legs.
His fingers skim my inner thighs, higher and higher, until his thumb brushes that sensitive place that pulses with need. I'm liquid heat, my core clenching in anticipation.
"I've dreamed of this, Princess." His gravelly purr sends delicious shivers down my spine. "I’ve dreamed of devouring you since the first time I laid eyes on you."
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, his lips closing over my sensitive bud, sucking gently as his tongue teases and flicks. My hips buck, my back arching as a strangled cry rips from my throat. His hands grasp my thighs, holding me in place on the cold stone countertop, his thumbs spreading me open as he feasts, his warm breath tickling me, stoking the flames higher.
His tusks dig into my flesh on either side, a delicious pressure that only adds to the overwhelming sensations. I can feel his smile of satisfaction against my core as he nips and suckles, sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my center. My fingers tighten in his hair, urging him on as my body melts into boneless pleasure.
"Gerralt… Gerralt!" I chant his name like a mantra, urging him to take me higher.
Then I cry out, my voice ringing through the room as my body convulses. Gerralt doesn’t relent, his tongue working its magic, sending me spiraling into oblivion. My release washes over me like a tidal wave in an ever-increasing crescendo of pleasure. Gerralt keeps going until I finally collapse, breathless and trembling against the cold stone of the countertop.
Slowly, the world comes back into focus, and I blink at the ceiling, my body spent and lax.
Gerralt straightens, and I push up to sit until I can look at him. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his breath coming in sharp pants, and his massive erection stretches the fabric of his pants taut.
I reach out to him like in a trance as he watches my every move. When his belt falls to the ground and I pull open his pants, I know my world will never be the same.
Holy Green Giant, have mercy on my lady parts.
Chapter Seventeen
Gerralt
Iwatchher,myshaft throbbing in anticipation as Cassidy's eyes flick down to my crotch.
Her eyes go wide as she takes in the full length of my straining cock. The pale-green tip is engorged and glistens with a drop of pre-cum. Veins stand out along the shaft, throbbing with my heartbeat, and her gaze follows them down to where my balls hang, heavy and tight, ready to fill her with my seed.
The hunger in her eyes sends a thrill down my spine that makes my cock twitch and my balls tighten. Everything about hersmall, delicate form makes me on edge and I feel a surge of possessiveness through me.
I know what this is. I’ve never experienced it before, but I’ve heard all the tales. The instinct to mate her is impossible to resist.
And she’s so willing. But even through the fog of lust, I know it’s not enough for her to be willing to have sex with me to proceed with a mating.
She needs to understand what this means before I mate her. Needs to understand that there is no walking back that line once we cross it. Not for me, at least.
“Okay, that’s a lot to take in.” She licks her lips and takes in a shaky breath. “Pun totally intended.”
She reaches out, her fingers ghosting along my rigid length. It takes a lot of restraint not to buck my hips into her grip to increase the contact, but I manage it. I want to give her time to touch and explore me.
After all, she can touch me all she wants. I know I will never want another woman’s hands on my cock after tonight.
Her touch is light, tentative, and my shaft twitches as a jolt of pleasure shoots through me when she slides her finger along the slit at the head of my cock. I clench my jaw, fighting for control.
"Your veins are so hard and raised," she breathes, and her fingers curl around my shaft, exerting a gentle pressure that threatens to send my self-control flying through the window. “And the head is wider, too.”
