Page 85 of The Orc's Thief
“Now, if I touch you here…how fast can I make you come?”
He moves his thumb to my pearl and presses down, hard. I suck in a surprised breath, my body swinging from shock to pleasure in seconds. I roll my hips on instinct and impale myself deeper, so his fingers press against that beautiful spot, wringing a moan from me.
“Arlon!” I dig my fingertips into his skin, scraping with my nails.
He hisses and bucks his hips up again, and it’s enough to send me flying. My pleasure starts deep in my core, then joins with the starburst of warmth radiating from my pearl. The two sensations combine, and my inner walls clamp down on his fingers as I throw my head back and ride out the climax.
“That’s it,” he praises me. “Come on, you can take one more.”
He adds a fourth finger, stretching me almost obscenely, but I’m soft and wet, and the slight pinch of pain is nothing compared to the bliss rolling through me. When it ebbs, he pulls away from me and licks his fingers clean, watching me all the while. I barely keep myself upright, hands still braced on his chest.
“Are you still cold?” he murmurs, sliding his palms up my waist.
I shake my head. “No, I’m ready.”
Arlon hesitates, then lifts me off him. I pout for a moment, but he’s only stripping his pants and underwear. I sit back on the blankets and watch as he reveals himself to me, just as I did earlier. He’s sculpted perfection, his long hair now spillingover his shoulders, the muscles of his abdomen bunching as he shoves the leather down and kicks it off.
When he holds out his arms for me, I slide into his embrace as if we’ve done this a hundred times, as if we’ve been lovers for years. A brief flash of worry—that this man shouldn’t feel like home this soon—is washed away as Arlon kisses me again, his skilled tongue sliding against mine.
I reach between us and palm his hard cock. When I feel it pulse in my grip, I break the kiss and glance down to see it leaking precum at the slit, a silvery bead of moisture that betrays Arlon’s need. With one finger, I collect the droplet and bring it to my mouth, my eyelashes fluttering at the exquisite taste of him.
“Fuck, Tessa.” He palms the back of my neck and sucks on my lower lip. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“I hope not.” I raise my hips and wiggle forward to get in the right position. “I’ve got plans for you tonight.”
Arlon’s grin disappears as the thick head of his cock notches against my pussy lips. “That’s it, love, put me inside you.”
I hold his shaft with one hand and grip his shoulder for support with the other as I work myself down on his hardness. He’s incredibly hot, a brand pressed to my slippery flesh, and too thick for me to take easily. I stare up at him, worry clawing through me already, but he cups my cheek and rubs his thumb over my lower lip.
“Don’t think about it,” he murmurs. “It’ll work out.”
I let out a breathless laugh. “How? I haven’t even taken the head.”
Arlon kisses me, slowly this time. He licks into my mouth, the taste of him exploding over my tongue. The tension inside me releases with each caress, and I let myself take a deep breath that mingles with his.
When the head of his cock slides inside me, I clench my inner muscles instinctively around it. Arlon groans, one hand landingon my hip to push me lower. I do my best to relax and soften for him, but he’s so damn thick, sliding down the shaft seems impossible.
But he doesn’t seem to mind. He keeps up the slow seduction, trails his fingers over my skin, cups my tits, and teases my nipples until they tighten under his touch. Soon, I’m swept into the rhythm, too caught up in discovering him to think of anything else. I thread my fingers through his thick, luscious hair and find he loves it when I press into his scalp, massaging gently. He tips his head back, throat bared for my kisses. When I reach his ear, he shudders beneath me, his fingers digging into my waist.
The knowledge that he’s barely holding back is intoxicating, and I grow wetter, softer, easing down another inch onto him.
“I’m stretched full,” I whisper against his lips. “I don’t think I can take any more.”
He bites my shoulder with careful pressure, then soothes the sting with warm kisses. “You can. It’s only our first time. There’s no rush.”
I shift atop him, sudden impatience rising. “I’m no virgin, Arlon. This shouldn’t be?—”
“Tessa.” He catches my lips, then rests his forehead against mine. “Look. You’re nearly there, love. Just a little more.”
I glance down, and in the flickering firelight, I see us—my thighs spread across his lap, his cock half sheathed inside me. His knot swells thick and ready, that smooth bulge poised to lock us together.
Curious, I reach down and brush my fingers where we’re joined, feeling the intense stretch of my pussy lips around him. When I wrap my hand around his knot and give a tentative squeeze, testing its size, Arlon hisses in a sharp breath.
“Tessa…”
His groan fills the room. I look up and find his eyes closed, jaw clenched. Gods, he’s suffering for me.
It shocks me how much he wants this. I’ve sensed it last night, and again this morning, but seeing how much he’s holding back wrecks me.
