CHAPTER 35
Emma
Iexpected him to start sliding inside me in one smooth move. I was certain that I was wet enough, and the way he was gripping my waist gave away how eager he was for that to happen.
But for the longest time, he just seemed satisfied nibbling on and around my nipples. Even though I felt him hard and hot—his tip slippery—rubbing against the inside of my thigh whenever he moved.
His attentions led to me gasping and him groaning. A deep, rich sound rising from deep inside his chest.
“I... I thought you wanted to...” I trailed off as his eyes opened, flipping up to look at me with the darkest, dirtiest look I’d ever received.
“We will,” he rumbled. “But this is too good. I’m not rushing.” The words were so gravelly that I barely understood him.
“They’re not—” I cut off to take a sharp intake of breath as he went back to what he was doing. “They’re not great.”
That was when I felt a soft bite, right on the hard point of my nipple. My spine shot up from the bed.
“They are. They’re fucking fantastic,” he groaned, rubbing his face against one and then the other, plumping them and burying his face between them.
I wanted to smile because of how much he was enjoying them. Especially since they weren’t that great in my eyes. But he’d had them in his mouth for the better part of ten minutes.
He seemed to realize what I was getting at anyway. “You’re so perfect, Emma,” he groaned. “I’ve always thought that. Since the first time that I met you. Especially the first time that I met you.”
He sucked on one while pinching the nipple of the other. He was enthusiastic about the way he loved them. Filthy, too.
“They’re so pretty,” he groaned, and a choked laugh bubbled out of me.
He moved upward, closing his teeth around my shoulder and collarbone. One at a time, taking his time before he nuzzled a spot on my shoulder, near my neck, that tingled for some reason.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured.
It would have been sexy even if the head of his cock wasn’t brushing against my pussy. The scalding heat of him meeting the wetness, a complete mess waiting to happen.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged his huge shoulders into my body, even though I couldn’t move him if I tried. But he went with me anyway, letting me lead him down. I still can’t believe how this male reacts to me.
Especially not now, when most males would have lost their minds already and been completely out of control. I kissed him, and he groaned against my lips, his hands wrapping around my hips and rocking me against his thigh.
He parted his lips and spoke, his words slurred, when he was usually so calm and levelheaded. “I think I’m going to die if I don’t taste you.”
It was probably some kind of sin for me to me so gleeful and proud that I was making this male quake for me, but I couldn’t stop myself. Vanity or Pride. I’d go to hell and still feel it. “You are tasting me,” I purred against his lips.
He shook his head. “Your pussy, Zemar. Let me taste your sweet pussy. Your scent is making me so fucking hungry for it.” The last words were said on a growl that sounded almost out of control. His fingers dug into the mattress on either side of my head as he said it too.
Swallowing hard, a little bit of trepidation slipping into my previously calm thoughts, I gave a slow nod. That was all the permission he needed.
Before I knew it, his shoulders were spreading my legs for his head and he had his tongue buried inside of my dripping pussy. I cried out, gripping his hair to try to hold onto a semblance of sanity as he used that tongue to fuck me.
He was completely lost to it. So thorough, so noisy, in his utter, amazed, enjoyment of going down on me. Of my body.
My hips arched and he had to pin me down. To take me through the pleasure. I couldn’t tell how long it lasted. It could have been seconds or hours, but my thighs trembled around his ears and my pussy spasmed until I was coming like a wave.
My body shook under him, and I was almost certain that if he was anything other than an orc, I would have squeezed his head too hard with my thighs.
As it was, he was looking at me, his eyelids hooded and languorous as if I was his favorite meal in the world. And just when I thought the pleasure was finally subsiding, he slid two fingers inside of me and my hips bucked up, because it wasn’t over.
My entire world was spiraling. I’d officially had more orgasms in the past ten minutes than in the last four years.
His fingers were still inside me, but he was looking up at me, his eyes soft and serious, his pupils swallowing up his irises.
“Thank you,” he murmured, running his tongue through my pussy lips in one last filthy kiss.
“Please fuck me,” I whined, impatient, even after my two orgasms. He moved up, over me, his body covering mine again, completely blocking out my view of everything but him and I was completely fine with that.
This orc is a fucking God of sex.
“Now?” he asked, pushing one big finger inside of me and I nodded frantically. I was melting around him, willing to plead and beg for his cock.
I shut my eyes and moaned. The answer was yes and he must have been able to tell, because with a grunt that was so sexy it shot straight down my spine, I felt the head of his cock begin to nudge inside of me.
It was a little too large for comfort, but very determined to make space for itself. I screamed at myself to relax. And then, when his cock hit the perfect spot inside of me, I screamed at myself to not come right away.
“So good,” he groans. He was barely intelligible. Executing little thrusts that were designed more to open me up than to fuck properly, yet somehow I can tell that we’re both close to orgasm.
It’s terrifying. Exhilarating. Completely perfect.
I tried to ground myself. To find a place inside of me that was safe from the pleasure of him. But I ended up only digging my heels into his thighs, trying to comprehend how such spectacular friction could exist.
“I love you,” I gasped, unable to keep the words back, and his eyes lost focus. They widened and held mine, unseeing. And then he grins at me, beginning to move for real, with a tiny whisper in my ear.
“I love you, too.
The pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. I closed my eyes, holding on to him as tight as I could, and screamed as we both came together.