Page 73 of His Orc Lady
The last tie unravels, and Owen carefully lifts the silk gown over my head. Then he glances down at my nightgown and stares, his mouth open in surprise.
“Mara…”
I can’t help the smug smile that twists my lips up. “Do you like it?”
“Like it?”
Owen brings up his palms to cup my tits through the almost-translucent silk. He seems lost for words, but then his gaze sharpens, and he looks up at my face again. He lifts one hand to my cheek and presses his thumb down on my chin to open my mouth as he kisses me, a carnal, filthy kiss that has me whining in need. He plunders my mouth with ruthless precision—a man pushed past the edge, lost to passion.
With strong hands, he takes my waist and lifts me off his cock—I gasp in protest, but he flips me on my front a moment later, and I realize what he’s doing.He kicks off his pants and tosses them over the side of the bed.
“On your knees,” he commands, his voice rough. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
It’s nothing we haven’t done a dozen times before over the past months, but the need in Owen’s words echoes through me, fanning the embers simmering in my belly. I raise my hips and go down on my elbows, anchoring myself on the bed. My hair is coming undone, my flower crown long lost, but I don’t care that I look a mess—and neither does Owen. He leans over me, his hips touching my ass, the fabric of my undershirt the only barrier between us. Still, the heat of his hard cock permeates throughthe silk as he reaches forward and pulls the golden pins from my hair, one by one.
“I fucking love doing this.” His fingers are gentle as he adds, “Every time you put your hair up in one of these elaborate styles, I can only think how good it’ll feel to make it messy again.”
I laugh, a little shaky from anticipation. “And I love it when you do it.”
He sifts his fingers through my hair. “Do what, Mara?”
He wraps my hair around his fist and gives me a gentle tug, just enough to put pressure on my scalp.
“That,” I breathe.
With his other hand, he pushes my undershirt over my hips, his palm warm on my skin. When he slips his fingers to my wet pussy, I rock back instinctively, chasing the contact, and he obliges by pushing two fingers inside me, teasing the sensitive flesh right at the opening.
“You’re dripping,” he murmurs. “I want to keep you here all night and see how many times I can make you come just like this.”
His fingertips probe around, and my inner muscles clench around them eagerly, but it’s not enough, not this time.
“Owen…” I plead, shifting on the bed to get more of the delicious contact, but every time I do, I find myself restrained by his grip on my hair.
He’s keeping me pinned in place, right where he wants me. If I asked him to stop, he’d do it immediately—but why would I when this feels so good?
“Just a little longer.” His voice has gone low, almost hoarse, and he kisses the small of my back as if praising me for holding on. “Give me one more, sweetheart, and I’ll fuck you after, I promise.”
I tremble under him, my entire body so tense. “I don’t know if I can,” I protest, even as I thrust my ass back.
“You can,” he assures me, his fingers keeping that same slow rhythm. “I know you can. You’re doing so well.”
“Can I touch my pearl?” I’m already sneaking my hand under my body, reaching between my legs. “That’ll make it go faster.”
Owen stills his fingers inside me. “Not yet. Just feel this. Let me take care of you.”
I release a shuddering breath, but I do as he asks and grip the sheets instead, letting go of my control. It’s the hardest thing, giving myself over to my husband so completely, but he rewards me by adding a third finger. He pushes inside my pussy and twists his fingers lightly, fucking me faster now.
“You’ve been so good,” he praises me, “so fucking amazing. I’m so proud to be your husband, Mara. I’ll take such good care of you.”
His words are a blur, a rambling stream that washes over me, heightening my awareness. I’m gasping now, so close to my release my entire body is tingling, and I desperately want to feel Owen’s cock inside me, pushing right to that amazing spot deep in my pussy, but he’s still stroking me, teasing, teasing…
Then he plunges his fingers deep and spreads them lightly, pressing hard on my inner muscles, and at the same time, he tugs on my hair. The twin sensations spread through me and collide, and my climax slams down on me, an avalanche of pleasure.
I scream into the pillows and try to curl into myself, overwhelmed, but my body demandsmore, so I rock back instead, riding Owen’s hand.
“That’s it,” he coaxes me, “take what you need from me.”
“Owen!”