Page 34 of His Orc Lady
I arch my back into his touch. “That’s a very good idea, Captain. I approve.”
Owen groans, his hips rocking up as if he can’t help himself. “I love it when you call me that, but right now, I’d prefer my name.”
“Owen,” I cry out when his lips close around my nipple and suck on it. “That feels so good.”
I’m burning up, his every touch spreading fire through my veins. I’ve done this before—or a quicker, rushed version of it—but no one else has ever made me feel this way. I want to pull Owen on top of me and bring him into my body, exactly where I need him, but he’s already moving lower, trailing scratchy, teasing kisses over my belly. He dips his tongue into my navel, drawing a gasp from me, then pushes my thighs wider to settle his broad shoulders between them.
“Then there’s your pussy,” he murmurs. His strong hands grip my thighs, fingers pressing into my skin. “You smell so fucking delicious, Mara. I need to know how you taste.”
He runs his thumbs down the creases of my thighs, so close to where I need him but not close enough.
“All right,” I pant, staring down my body at him. “We-we can try that, aye.”
He lifts one blond eyebrow at me. “Have you ever done this before?”
“No,” I admit. “But I’ve heard it’s—I’ve heard it can be enjoyable?”
My voice tips up at the end, making it a question. I’ve heard women speak about it before—orcs share experience and information freely in an effort to help each other. But I’ve never felt comfortable enough to try it—to either demand it from my previous lovers or allow it.
Owen kisses the inside of my thigh, sending goose bumps all over my skin. “Oh, it can be. I’ll learn everything about you and how to make you feel good.”
He moves slowly, and I could stop him if I wanted to. I don’t, so I close my legs around his shoulders and nudge him a little, signaling my agreement without words. Owen hums, a deep, rumbling sound, and I think he might tease me some more, but then he parts my lower lips with his thumbs and licks my pussy for the first time.
My entire body tenses at the touch—it’s soft yet so powerful, I scrunch my eyes shut, almost frightened by the sensations.
Then he does it again, a longer lick this time, as if the first taste of me wasn’t enough.
“Mara…” He shifts closer, his shoulders pressing up against my thighs. “Fuck, you taste incredible.”
Owen delves his tongue deeper, spearing the tip of it into my pussy, and I cry out, my hips rocking up on instinct.
“That’s it,” he murmurs between long, greedy licks, “take what you need from me, sweetheart. Show me what you like.”
I’m so wet, I’m leaking slick fluid from my pussy, but Owen cleans it all up, alternating long strokes with the flat of his tongue and quick, teasing flicks of the tip over my pearl. When he closes his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks on it, I yelp, then dig my fingers in Owen’s long hair to hold him in place.
He chuckles darkly against my hot flesh. “Ah, all right, then. I understand, my lady.”
I’d hated him using the honorific before, but now I know he’s teasing, I love it—he’s serving me so well, I can’t imagine a more devoted subject.
He shifts slightly between my legs, then murmurs, “Tell me if anything feels strange.”
I only have a moment to wonder what he means before I feel a pressure at the opening of my pussy—a finger gliding in, past my lips and into the tight heat of me.
“Oh, Owen!” I tilt my hips up, chasing the sensation. “There!”
He lifts his head, and I mewl at the realization that I’ve made him remove his mouth from my pearl. But he’s staring at me strangely, his finger swirling lightly in my pussy, just past the entrance. It feelsamazing, my inner muscles clenching happily around the intrusion.
“Here?” he asks, as if making certain I’m telling the truth.
I nod. “Aye, it all feels so good.”
His eyebrows draw together, and he slides his finger deeper, probing the inner walls of my pussy. “How about here?”
It feels good, but not as special as the flesh right at my opening. “That’s good, too,” I say, hoping he’ll return to that magical spot he found earlier.
“Mara.” He frowns at me, his finger stilling inside me. “The truth.”
I squirm, my cheeks burning with…not embarrassment, exactly, but the shyness that comes from having to express my desires to a new lover.