Page 68 of The Orc's Thief
He kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine in a seductive, devastating rhythm. I whimper into his mouth and hold on to him, the tension in my body coiling tighter with each stroke. I can’t see a thing, but it doesn’t matter, because he’sright there with me, cradling me, protecting me, all while taking me apart.
The first shiver of pleasure has me crying out, and Arlon curses, then tilts my hips up to stroke me faster.
“I want to be inside you,” he rasps. “It’s all I?—”
“Arlon!”
I gasp as the dam breaks, and my climax hits me fully, pulling me under. His knot presses down on my pearl, rubbing, sliding. I dig my fingernails into Arlon’s skin and hold on, afraid of being swept away completely, but he’s right there with me. His big body shudders, and then he’s coming too, rocking his hips into me. He chants my name, his face buried in my neck.
I hold him tightly to me, suddenly afraid that this will change everything between us. We’d just reached a truce of sorts, and now this… How does one act after being taken apart so completely? My body is still thrumming with pleasure, the residual sparks dancing through my veins. It’s almost embarrassing how easily he pushed me over the edge, how?—
A thumping on the wall behind the bed breaks through the bliss of the moment, as well as my anxious thoughts.
“Will you shut up?” someone yells from the next room over. “Some of us are trying to sleep!”
I freeze for a moment, then dissolve into a fit of giggles. The tension between Arlon and me breaks. He chuckles, then pushes himself off me in one fluid movement.
“Uh, I need a washcloth,” he murmurs, mindful of our neighbors. “Wait right here. I think some of it got on you, too.”
In the darkness, I can only feel, so I touch my stomach tentatively and grin as my fingers slide through the sticky substance. I didn’t even feel Arlon’s cum on me before. I was too focused on myself.
The bed dips as he kneels beside me again. He clicks his tongue and grabs my wrist, then runs a cool washcloth over my fingers.
“I told you?—”
“I don’t mind,” I tell him softly.
He stops, and I know he’s staring down at me. “You don’t?”
I shake my head. “We can bathe tomorrow.”
“Fuck.”
He swipes at my stomach anyway, the touch brief and cool. A wet slap follows, telling me he’s just tossed the washcloth away.
I roll to my side. “What is it?”
He stretches out beside me and puts one warm hand on my hip. “I like it. That you don’t mind smelling like me. I thought you’d be…”
“What?” I scoot a little closer, until our knees are touching again. “Disgusted by the cum?”
“Aye.” His laugh is a huff of breath over my heated skin. “I suppose I shouldn’t assume anything about you. You always end up surprising me.”
I wiggle an inch forward before I can stop myself. Despite the heat of the room, I’m craving his closeness, and it’s dangerous, because this, what we just did, was about taking the edge off our need, no? Like Arlon said earlier, we made each other come, and now we’ll be able to sleep. But I’m drawn to him by a force I can’t explain.
Arlon doesn’t even hesitate. His hand moves from my hip to my ass, and he tugs me into him, until our legs tangle and my chest is plastered to his.
“I’m not certain this will help with the heat situation,” I murmur, my cheek pressed to his muscles.
He kisses the top of my head. “Nor will the delicious scent of your wet pussy, but I will endure.”
I smack his arm, then muffle my laughter against his skin. “You’re awful.”
“And you were amazing just now,” he murmurs. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Warmth blooms in my belly, and I snuggle into his side. “Me neither.” I pause, then add in a smaller voice, “Where does this leave us?”
His chest rises with a deep breath. “We’re both still here, so I think it means we both want to try, true?”
