Page 15 of Bread with the Orc
Wow.
Each ridge on his tongue created a new burst of sensation, a delicious friction that had me shuddering with delight. I chased his tongue with mine, eager to explore this new territory, this exquisite difference. He groaned, deep and low in his throat, his hands tightening on my waist. The sound sent a wave of heat rushing through me, pooling between my thighs. I arched against him, pressing my breasts to his chest, desperate to feel more, to have more.
My hips rocked against him, seeking the hardness I could feel pressing against his pants. His grip on me tightened, his fingers flexing, his claws pressing against my skin where the camisole had worked up.
When he finally pulled back, I was panting, my lips swollen and sensitive. His eyes were a blazing green, the heat in them unmistakable. I licked my lips and when his gaze dropped to them, I saw a flash of triumph in the green.
Then his gaze dropped further, and I knew his plan before he moved. With a faint growl, Dorvak slid the straps of my camisole from my shoulders, revealing my lace-covered boobs to the world.
“Yes,” he growled, hands raising almost reverently.
But he paused and glanced up at me, as if asking my permission.
Grinning, I reached for the clasp nestled between my breasts. “Front-closing bra,” I announced as my boobs swung free.
“Humans are genius.”
We both groaned as he hefted first one, then the other.
Dorvak’s hands were large and rough, squeezing my breasts with a firmness that had me arching into his touch, swallowing down another needy moan. His thumbs grazed over my nipples, teasing them to hard peaks before rolling them between his fingers, pulling just enough to send sharp spikes of pleasure shooting through me. I gasped, my hips jerking against him in response.
“So responsive,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated against my skin. “I knew you would be. I’ve dreamed of this, Laney. Dreamed of tasting you, touching you.”
He lowered his mouth to my breasts, his tongue laving over one nipple before drawing it into his mouth. The suction was intense, the ridges on his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud, driving me mad. I could feel the pull of his mouth echoing in my core, my hips moving of their own accord, humping against him in a desperate rhythm.
“Dorvak,” I whimpered, my hands clutching his head holding him to me. He growled in response, the sound vibrating through me, stoking the fire within.
He moved to the other breast, giving it the same exquisite torture. His tongue swirled and licked, his lips sucked, and his teeth nipped gently, sending me spiraling. “I want to taste every inch of you,” he whispered against my skin. “I want to bury my face between your thighs, lick your sweet cunt until you scream my name.”
My breath caught at the erotic picture he presented, and my fingers curled into his hair, holding his mouth against me. He’d…dreamed of me?
“I…I dreamed of you too,” I admitted hoarsely.
His chuckle surprised me. Had I heard him chuckle before? “I promise, your dreams weren’t as hot as mine.” Another lick, another squeeze. “I’ve fucked my own hand while thinking of your mouth, Laney. Just your mouth.”
He flexed his hips, and the hard length in his pants pressed against my pussy, right where I needed the pressure. I groaned, my head dropping back.
“And that’s the noise you made when I licked you in my dream,dkaar.”
“Yes,” I gasped, although I wasn’t sure what I was agreeing with.
His mouth still teasing my nipple, Dorvak’s hands moved to my thighs, pushing them apart. I complied eagerly, spreading wide for him. His hands slid upward until they were spread over the junction of my thighs, his thick thumbs pressing against the gusset of my pants. I squirmed, hating the fact that my pants and underwear were between us.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he murmured, his lips trailing up my chest to find the spot where my shoulder met my neck. “I can feel you.”
“So wet,” I panted, sure I was spouting nonsense. “All for you.”
“All for me.” He stroked me, his thumbs rubbing firm circles across my core, sparking sensations I’d never imagined possible. “Such a good girl.”
His praise had me gasping—or maybe that was his touch. Dorvak held me open, his thumbs pressing, stroking, teasing. I was a writhing mess, my hips bucking against his touch, chasing the friction, the pleasure. His thumbs were just enough to drive me mad, and I wantedmore more more.
“Gods below, Laney, you’re fucking perfect,” he groaned against my skin.
With that, he moved his hands to my hips and yanked me forward, pressing me against him. My breasts were plastered to his chest, still covered in his floured t-shirt, and my core… My legs now straddled his waist, and I eagerly pressed my core against the ridged hardness I could feel in his pants.
I was a wild thing, my hips moving of their own accord, humping against the hard length of him. His cock pressed against my clit in the most delicious way, providing the perfect friction that had me chasing my pleasure.
Dorvak’s hands moved to cradle my ass, then my back, supporting me, holding me close as I moved against him. His strength was a comfort, a haven, making me feel safe and protected in his arms.
