Page 19 of Bread with the Orc
“That feelssogood.”
“There are many ways to bring pleasure, Laney.” His tone sounded almost amused. “Caring for someone comes in many colors.”
“Like the way you always make me bearclaws because you know I like them?”
A pause, then he murmured, “Thank you for noticing.”
I wanted to blurt that I noticed everything about him, but his hands moved to my shoulders, massaging away the tension there, and I was reduced to a blob in the shower.
Dorvak’s strong fingers worked their magic, kneading the tension from my shoulders before moving lower, soaping up my back, my arms, every touch both soothing and sensual. I leaned back against him, my eyes closed, reveling in the sensation of his hands on my skin.
He turned me gently, positioning me under the shower spray to rinse my hair. His fingers combed through the strands, careful and thorough, ensuring no soap residue remained. Trusting him, I tilted my head back, the warm water cascading over me. When I opened my eyes, I found Dorvak watching me intently, his dark eyes now entirely awash in green.
His hands, slick with soap, moved to my front, washing my collarbone, my stomach, circling ever closer to my breasts. I held my breath in anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest. When he finally cupped them, hefting their weight in his palms, I couldn’t suppress a moan.
“Fuck, Laney,” he groaned, his voice a deep rumble. “You feel so good. So perfect in my hands.”
His thumbs brushed against my nipples, circling, teasing, before pinching them gently. I gasped, arching into his touch, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He growled in approval, his hands continuing their exploration, washing and caressing every inch of me.
“Your turn,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. I turned in his hold and reached for his shampoo, pouring some into my palm. “Kneel down so I can wash your hair.”
Dorvak complied, kneeling before me, his eyes level with my breasts. I began to massage the shampoo into his hair, but he had other ideas. His mouth found my skin, kissing and licking, his tusks grazing lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I faltered in my task, distracted by the sensation of his mouth on me.
“Dorvak,” I breathed, desperately trying to rinse all the shampoo from his hair before I became too distracted.
He looked up at me with a wicked grin on his face, before capturing one of my breasts in his mouth. His tongue, ridged and hot, flicked against my nipple. Thank God his hands gripped my hips, steadying me as I swayed, my body overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. His mouth moved to my other breast, giving it the same exquisite treatment. I could feel the heat building between my thighs, my body primed and ready for more.
Dorvak’s hands slid down to my ass, squeezing and kneading, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheeks. I gasped as he pulled me closer, his mouth moving lower, kissing every inch of skin as if it were sacred ground. His tusks grazed my stomach, sending a thrill of excitement and a hint of danger through me.
I was a mess of desire, my body humming with anticipation. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I could feel the slickness between my thighs, the ache in my core that begged for more. His touch was driving me mad, pushing me to the edge of oblivion.
But…
I put my hand on his head. “Not here,” I gasped.
He froze immediately, tipping his head back, squinting against the fall of water, and I had to chuckle.
“See?” I tried to block the water from his face. “We’re all slippery and one of us is going to get hurt.”
He paused, then nodded and abruptly surged to his feet. The next moment, he had lifted me from the shower and was wrapping my hair in a big fluffy towel. He was still dripping wet—his cock standing tall and proud between us—when he grabbed another towel and began to rub me down.
The roughness of his movements contrasted with how soft he’d touched me before, and I found myself liking it just as much. It was as if he couldn’t help his rush, and I was just as desperate as he was.
Because that cock? The one that I couldn’t help staring at? It was thick and ridged, just like his tongue. Just likemy orc dildo. And oh my God, but I wanted to wrap my fingers around it.
When I was sufficiently dry, I expected Dorvak to lead me to the bed. But instead, he draped that towel over the bathroom counter, wrapped his hands around my waist, and lifted. Have I mentioned how flattering it is to have a male lift you as if you weighed the same as a fashion model? Yeah, it was great.
But then I was sitting beside the bathroom sink, my hair still wrapped up in a towel, and a deliciously hot orc standing between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
A wicked glint came to his eyes. “I’m going to finish what I started. I’m going to kiss you.”
Dorvak leaned in, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. His lips were just as perfect as they’d been last night, warm and soft. His tongue, ridged and hot, slid against mine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Each ridge created a new burst of sensation, a delicious friction that had me moaning into his mouth.
He pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine as he began to trail kisses down my body. He lingered briefly on my breasts, his tongue flicking against my nipples, his tusks grazing my sensitive skin. I gasped, my back arching, but he didn’t stay there long. He had other plans.
