Page 23 of Wagered to the Orc
“Aye.” My agreement was a mere rasp.
His hands rose up the backs of my thighs until they cupped my arse cheeks, and I whimpered, trying not to thrust my pelvis at him like a shameless bitch in heat.
“Ye deserve pleasure.” He leaned closer, and I looked down, watching his tongue dart out to caress one of his tusks. “I want to give ye pleasure.”
“Aye,” I whimpered, amazed by the force of my arousal. “Please.”
He did.
With his hands holding me in place, Korvak leaned forward and swiped his wide, ridged tongue over my mound.
Gasping, I jerked forward, my cheeks burning, but unable to look away.
The white linen of my chemise was molded to me, my breasts practically on display. I stared down my body, watching his dark head as he leaned closer, closer…
And licked me again.
The sensation was…remarkable. Unconsciously, I shifted my legs open a bit more, arching my back to offer himmore more more.He hummed in what sounded like amusement, then slid his tongue between my legs.
My knees buckled.
I fell straight down, into his lap, the water splashing up between us and the linen billowing up to wrap around our wet skin, sticking awkwardly. But I ignored all of that to stare, wide-eyed, at the only male to care aboutmypleasure.
My hands dropped between us, under the water, to wrap around his cock—so thick I needed both hands, the ridges mimicking his tongue.
“Stop,” he growled, and I froze. “Release me,” he ground out.
Slowly, I forced myself to take my hands from his cock, confused why he would not want me to givehimpleasure. My heart was pounding rapidly, my breathing coming too quickly, and I was not ashamed to admit that beneath the water, my cunny was producing its own liquid heat.
“Lass, right now, ye want me.” His nostrils flared. “Dinnae deny it. Ye want release.”
I had to tip my head back to meet his gaze. “Aye,” I whispered.
And I realized what was different about Korvak; deep in the dark depths of each eye, a tiny spark of green glowed fiercely.
“I’m going to give that pleasure to ye,” he announced, and my hips surged forward, as if I could take it from him. But his fingers wrapped around my waist, and he was lifting me. “Remove yer chemise. Over there, on the shore.”
I wasn’t sure I understood his commands, but I was half-dazed with desire anyhow, so I stumbled to the shore and peeled the wet linen from my body. Then he was there, turning me away from him.
When he stepped behind me, my body molded to his. His chin propped on top of my head, and his arms came around me.
“Ye see, lass?” His hands cupped my breasts, and I sucked in a breath. “Pleasure cannae be one-sided.”
I swallowed a moan as I arched my back, thrusting my breasts into his hold. He caressed, he squeezed, and when he gently rolled my nipples between his fingers, I couldn’t hide my whimper.
He was taking his time with me and I was surprised by how my body felt. Each caress, each gentle flutter, was so different from what I had felt before.The Harlot’s Guidehad an entire section on what it called “sensual preparations”, something completely lacking in my life up until now.
I found I liked it.
I wanted to turn in his arms, to throw myself around him, to drag his mouth down to mine for a kiss. I wanted to stroke the thick cock I could feel pressed against my lower back, the cock that even now made me moan to think about taking it.
But I also didn’t want this sweet torture to end.
“Ye like that, Effie?”
“Oh, God aye,” I whimpered, and I thought I heard his chuckle.
His hands wereeverywhere, and then one was sliding between my legs, cupping my mound. When he pressed a heavy finger between my lower lips, I felt his cock jump against me.
