Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Camila
My mind was buzzing with thoughts and emotions.
He’d professed to me and said things no man had ever told me before.
All this time, he had wanted me. Cared for me in the same way I cared for him.
He’d said he belonged to me. I could have melted right then and there.
I could hardly breathe from his admission.
I didn’t even know if there was a response I could give that would match anything he’d said to me.
However, right now, all I wanted was for Harris to kiss me.
To feel him after all these years and dreams. Was he possessive, calculating, and a bit too cocky? Yes. Did I care right now? Hell no.
As if reading my thoughts, Harris leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss was soft at first, and I got the chance to relish the warmth of his body as he surrounded me.
However, he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, his tongue snaking into my mouth and dancing over my own.
Just that connection went straight to my core, firing every nerve.
Our first kiss, and I was flying. I moaned into his mouth without thinking, and he responded with a growl, lifting me and setting me on the bar so that I was almost level with him.
He pushed my legs apart and moved in between them, pressing my chest to his, his lips barely leaving mine.
I felt the barest pressure from his tusks, but they were hardly distracting.
In fact, they turned me on. I mostly focused on the softness of his full lips and what this kiss was doing to my psyche.
His mouth was needy and possessive. As if he had been starved for me and couldn’t satisfy his hunger.
And I felt the same. I couldn’t believe that this was happening.
Decades of desire, culminating in something so passionate I could hardly breathe.
And I didn’t want to breathe unless it was his scent.
I needed him. All of him. I needed the brandy-laced flavor of his mouth to be all that I tasted.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to scoot closer, but my chest was already smashed against his.
Still, I wanted more of him. I moved my hands underneath his shirt until I touched the smoothness of his large back.
My fingers played over the definition of his muscles, caressing the heat of his skin.
I playfully bit his lower lip, desire forming the sweetest intoxication.
He groaned into my mouth this time, his kiss stealing my very soul.
I could feel his excitement between my legs and sucked in a breath at the sheer size of him.
What would that feel like in me? Could it get in me?
I knew orc anatomy was big, but damn. I was a little scared, okay, a lot scared, but also fully intrigued.
I fought the urge to grab him and better assess, but I was still shocked that this was actually happening.
It was safe to say, he really didn’t see me as a sister.
He tore his lips from mine, giving me an unrequested chance to breathe.
He then moved to my earlobe, flicking his tongue over my skin before sucking.
At the same time, one of his hands moved up my waist, brushing over my ribs and settling right under my breast. No, he couldn’t stop now.
I needed to feel those large hands on me.
I wiggled against his grasp until his hand found my breast, covering the entirety of it.
He began to slowly massage it, hand moving in a circular motion over the hardened nipple as he moved his mouth to the tender skin of my neck.
The feel of his tongue on my skin was electric, and I burned for every bit of affection he would give me.
He playfully nipped at my neck between swipes of his tongue, and I moved my hand to his head, removing his hair tie and threading my fingers through his silken strands.
His fingers moved under my shirt, and he expertly unlatched the clasp of my bra in the back.
He then quickly placed his hands over both of my breasts, kneading them and lightly tugging at my nipples.
I tilted my head back, drifting into my rising lust as he began to sprinkle my collarbone with kisses.
I was so damp for him as I squirmed underneath his grasp.
He suddenly pulled away, and I looked up, disappointed. His blue eyes twinkled under the dimly lit room. “Lift your hands, baby.”
As usual, I seemed to be powerless to his orders and obeyed.
I mean, he wasn’t really controlling me, but something deep down liked giving him this control.
Enjoyed the surrender to someone I trusted to take care of me.
He lifted my shirt and bra off me and stared at me, mouth open as if he were amazed.
I felt slightly self-conscious and lifted my hands to cover myself.
I believed I had beautiful, full breasts, but it felt slightly awkward to bear this much to him after all this time of being just friends.
However, the way he looked at me, as if he were deciding his plan of attack, gave me pause.
Before I could completely cover my breasts, he grabbed my hands and placed them on the bar on either side of me. “Don’t move,” he ordered. “I want to see all of you.”
I gave him a lackluster scowl. “Bossy.”
He smirked at me, and I swear my clit vibrated. Damn it, he was fine. He reached down to his crotch and adjusted himself, his face almost pained. I stared in fascination at that ridiculous length of him, almost mesmerized. “You fucking excite me, princess.”
I licked my lips, dry from kissing so hard, and I knew they were swollen. “Good.”
Without moving his hands, he lowered his head, eyes still on me as he twirled his tongue over my right nipple and then my left one.
There was something almost possessive about the way he tasted my sensitive skin.
Daring me to take away what he was claiming as his.
Of course, I did nothing. I was becoming a puddle with everything he did.
By now, I was so wet I was worried I was drenching his counter.
He lifted his hands off mine. “Don’t move your hands, baby. I want to see you fucking squirm.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he shut me up with another life-snatching kiss before returning to my breasts. He sucked and nipped and tweaked, and I squirmed just as he expected. He spent so much time worshiping my breasts, I thought, perhaps, I would come. But I wanted more.
“Harris, please!” I moaned, not really knowing what I was trying to say.
He pulled away, straightening up. With his hair out, partially covering his face and draping over his shoulders, those intense eyes glazed over, hardness pressed against his pants, and muscular arms flexed on either side of me, he looked almost feral.
I’d never seen him this way before. So undone. It was fucking sexy.
He ran a shaky hand through his hair, moving it from his beautiful face. He really was losing control. And I was making him that way. I felt a bit delighted by that thought. “Camilla,” he said, then paused, waiting for my response.
“Yes?” I said, almost panting.
He licked his bottom lip. “I’m going to strip you down, and then I’m going to taste you, and I need you to come. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I nodded, mouth parted in a welcome surprise. “Yes, please.”
He gave me a tiny smile, and then his face went all too serious as his hands went to my shorts, undoing them.
Without breaking eye contact with me, I lifted my bottom as he slid my shorts and panties down and off.
And now I was totally exposed to him in the dimly lit dining room, curves, softness, flaws, and all.
I didn’t feel this was the most flattering pose for me, but the way he took me in made me think he wasn’t concerned about any rolls and dimples I had.
He sucked in a breath, eyes taking their time running over every inch of me with the most enraptured smile. Was I that beautiful to him? Was I what he imagined all these years later, even at my big girl age?
I wanted to ask him, but also, I was so heated from pure lust that I just waited for him in eager anticipation. And he did not make me wait long.
“Spread your legs wider, baby,” he said.
I followed his orders, and he stepped between my thighs. He moved in and kissed me again, his mouth like the sweetest liquid. “Well, aren’t you fucking gorgeous,” he whispered as he pulled away and then lowered himself to greet my pussy.
I preened under his attention and then felt my life force leave my body at the first swipe of his tongue over my dripping clit.
He clutched my hips, and I leaned back as he ran his tongue over my lower lips and then circled my clit once more.
He continued this movement with his mouth, at various speeds, until he found the one that made me tremble.
“Put your feet on my shoulders,” he said, breaking away from my center momentarily. “Hmm, I like your flavor. I could do this all night. It was definitely worth the wait.”
I did as he said, feeling giddy from his words.
I then placed my hand back into his hair, gripping the strands as I ground my hips to meet his licks.
He greedily licked my clit and sucked, and I thought I saw stars.
I had never felt this intensely, at least not without having to give more hands-on instructions. He was a quick learner. He always was.
I cursed and begged, my body tensing as an impending climax rushed to my core.
His mouth worked faster over my clit, rotating between licking and sucking until I could take no more, and I exploded with a body-shaking orgasm.
He continued as I shuddered, calling out his name.
I’d never come twice in a row, my body too sensitive, and I begged him to release me before I died.