Chapter 15
Breht just about managed to keep his hands to himself before he got the key to his room out of his pocket.
But the moment the door closed behind them, he had her head in his hands.
His mouth pressed against hers, and everything between them melted away.
No more hesitations, no more questioning; just a perfect sense of rapture.
Her mouth parted, and his tongue dashed against hers.
And Gods, did he want her as though nothing else mattered.
Emboldened by her fevered breaths cascading across his cheeks, he pressed against her harder.
His tusks grazed her cheeks as he ravished her mouth, exploring everything that she had to offer.
The grip of her hand on the back of his head as she wrapped her arms around his neck kept him in place, kissing her for an eternity that passed in a single heartbeat.
The temptation of his sensitive ear tips was clearly too much for her to pass by.
At the caress of her fingertips against them, he melted into her.
The intimate sensation sent nothing but bolts of pure pleasure through his entire body.
As his arousal stiffened against the tight denim of his jeans, he slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her close.
She felt the evidence of his desire pressing against her hip, and her hands grew desperate to explore him.
Journeying to the front of his jeans, she rubbed her fingers firmly against his hardness, and a possessive growl formed deep in his throat.
He kissed her harder, reigniting the passion between them.
Trailing a journey of fevered kisses across her jaw, hitting the sensitive space just behind her ear and then down the side of her neck.
All the while, the deep rumbling in his throat intensified, purring good vibrations of things yet to come.
He felt her shiver under his tenderness, and he carefully walked her to the edge of the bed, his fingers hooking into the hem of her dress and lifting it over her head.
Pliantly, Brierley lifted her hands over her head, allowing the orc to undress her. Revelling in the dominance that he exuded.
She was a Goddess in disguise. She had to be.
No one else could look and smell so divine.
No one could make him ache so painfully with need as she.
He kissed her again, and she mounted the edge of the quaint bed, resting on her knees, waiting for him to join her.
She teased the buttons of his shirt, dutifully unfastening them.
Beneath the hairs of his chest, his muscles were firm to her explorative touch, and she could not stop herself from touching him.
Breht flung the shirt across the floor, joining his Goddess in her temple.
Leaning back against the headboard so that she could settle herself serenely in his lap, resting against his chest.
Brierley arched up to plant a kiss against his jaw; the soft fuzz of his beard tickled the side of her face, so she lifted herself a little higher to caress his cheek.
Her plush mouth trailed across his face to brush, ever so gently, the base of his ear, and he knew at that moment that he'd come undone underneath her tender ministrations.
With her hand stroking his length through the denim, she licked and nibbled at his ear tips.
A groan of absolute rapture escaped him.
Never before could he have believed he could feel so hard, so filled with need.
Breht ran his hand down her side, skimming over the swell of her breasts.
Groping them, her nipples hardening underneath his large fingers.
Heat flooded between her legs, and she ground against him.
Explorative fingers led the way between her thighs.
She was velvet to his touch, and he heard her gasp close in his ear as his finger caressed her damp entrance.
Tentative touches aroused her further, swirling loops over her sensitive clitoris, bringing forth a needy whimper.
The whimpering of her desire made him pulse underneath her touch, and she rubbed him harder through the fabric.
She was so wet beneath his touch, her entrance an alluring temptation.
As he made to move her so that he could get her where he wanted, she ground her hips against his hand.
Coaxed by her movement, he pressed his finger between her legs into her silky entrance.
And she felt incredible wrapped around his finger; a tight, warming embrace.
She let out the sweetest little huff against his ear, a moan so delicate it spoke how much she desired him without a single word.
He groaned deeply, his thumb tensed against her clitoris, and he hurriedly warned, "If you keep touching me like that, baby girl, I'm going to lose control."
"I'm not stopping you," she whispered, unperturbed by his harried statement. Thrilled by her pet name, she squirmed, her walls tightening on his finger.
He peeled her from his ears by tugging her shoulders, taking control. It was obvious that she'd never been with an orc before. Getting an orc to finish too quickly just resulted in a terrible sticky mess that no one wanted to deal with.
Desperate to be free of the tight confines of his jeans, he shuffled away from her rampant touches; his thick finger left her bereft of anything for her aching body to clench onto, and he heard her whine.
He popped the button of his jeans and slowly lowered the zip.
With a little adjustment, his arousal sprang free.
Already slick with anticipation, his rosy head glistened, and she glanced down at the sweet temptation.
Brierley's eyes widened in surprise. "How exactly are you expecting me to take that?" She asked, worrying her bottom lip as she stared at his impressive length.
He caressed the side of her face and kissed her forehead with all the affection in the world; "Don't worry, baby girl, it's your turn first," Breht promised, and she looked back up at him, pleading in her eyes.
Whenever he called her that, she wanted him to take her, claim her, make her his and his alone.
She'd never imagined that two simple words could make her ache so deeply with longing.
He took her hands in his and led her to stand. Hooking his hands into the side of her delectable panties and peeled them away from her. Putting his hands on her bottom, he pulled her closer to him as he sank to his knees.
"You're so wet for me!" He announced.
"Breht," she whimpered, heat flooding her face, so turned on by the expert care of the muscular orc.
The call of his name made his arousal throb again.
A drooling line of anticipation dribbled down his head, under the promise of things yet to come.
He kissed the curve of her stomach and trailed his rough tongue down, leaving tender kisses in his wake.
He took in the sweet scent of her heavy arousal; a gloriousness so perfect he could almost taste it.
When his tongue licked between her perfect folds, he almost unravelled all over again.
She was the most wonderful delicacy he'd ever had the good fortune to taste.
She tensed as he lapped at her; her hands gripping the spiked tuft of his hair tightly.
"That's it, Bri," he breathed against her, "God, you taste so good."
His worship of her came alongside a heated wave of groans.
Deep rumbling from his throat only took her closer to the heights of pleasure as he lapped at her greedily.
Wanting to taste every inch of her, his tongue pressed firmer.
Heat pooled between her legs, and he swept it away with the tip.
The taste of her was all he ever wanted on his tongue; nothing could compare to her nectar.
When he slipped his finger back inside, her walls clenched around his intrusion.
Massaging her from the inside as he continued to service every whim of her throbbing clitoris.
Her sweet noises encouraged him to continue.
When he pressed a second finger inside her warming embrace, she writhed, rubbing herself against the press of his tusks.
Urgent for him to bring her closer to that precipice of climax.
Her hands found his ears once again, and the groan he let escape was pure need.
She had no idea just how good it felt when she touched him there; it was sensual, exotic, and his breath hitched in reaction.
He pumped his fingers firmly into her, massaging her. Her grip tightened further on his ears, and his tongue flattened out to lap at her; reading the cue of her twitching walls tightening against his thick fingers.
"That good, huh?" He muttered as she tightened around his fingers. Damn if she felt anywhere near as good as he did right now; she'd be screaming out her climax.
He lifted her leg over his broad shoulder so that he could press his fingers deeper into her.
His tongue swirled across her clitoris, coaxing her to take that leap.
With the rubbing of his fingers further in, she tightened around them.
Her walls clamped down on his touch. His tongue lapped out dutifully as she orgasmed over his fingers.
Dampness slickened his fingers as he pumped them along with the rippling waves of her climax, drawing out her pleasure.
She breathed short and hard, calling his name, through the waves of her vocal orgasm.
His fingers slipped from her, gently rubbing her, soothing her entrance.
Brierley took a moment to catch her breath.
He kissed her inner thigh before carefully removing it from his shoulder, looking up into her eyes.