His mouth follows the path of his hands, pressing soft kisses to my collarbones, the hollow of my throat, the valley between my breasts. When he takes one nipple into his mouth, his tusks pressing gently against the soft flesh, I cry out and run my fingers through his thick black hair.
He lavishes attention on my breasts, first one, then the other, his mouth and tongue and the careful brush of those tusks driving me higher and higher until I'm gasping his name. When he moves lower, pressing kisses to my stomach, then lower on my navel, I’m already too far gone to think. I lift my hips, encouraging him to relieve me of my jeans, which he does with torturous, slow movements. He discards my jeans, sending them to the floor behind him, then my panties, throwing away the flimsy fabric with an almost impatient gesture.
When he looks at my totally naked body, his eyes are blazing red, casting strange shadows on his handsome angular face. He lowers himself, kissing my belly button, then tracing a path lower with his tongue. He kisses and nips at my lower belly, then my hip bones, then the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. By the time his mouth hovers over my wet, needy cunt, I'm already trembling with need.
"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm asking for.
But he knows. He always knows.
His mouth finds my center, and I break apart on a shocked cry that echoes through the quiet cabin. His tongue finds my clit, and he flicks it, making my hips buck, but he holds me firmly down, and all I can do is wrap my legs over his broad shoulders. He laps at me like the hungry ogre he is, greedy and ravenous, his tongue going from my entrance to my clit in increasing rhythm while I moan and groan under his attention. My core clenches, needing to be filled, and I cry out in pleasure as he reaches up, then inserts a thick, long finger inside my wetness. He presses up, hooking his finger to the front as he sucks on my pleasure nub, hard.
And that’s all it takes to tear a scream from my throat as my climax washes over me in a wave of pure ecstasy. He doesn't stop, doesn't give me time to recover, just builds the pleasure higher and higher until I'm shivering through aftershocks that seem to go on forever and my cries become whimpers.
When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are blazing red and his breathing is rough. I can see the control reasserting itself as I watch him start to pull back like he has every time before.
Not this time.
I catch his wrist before he can pull it out from my wet, still quivering cunt. I hold him in place with a grip as strong as my desire for him.
"I want you," I say, meeting his gaze directly. "I've never wanted anyone or anything more."
He shudders, his control visibly fraying at the edges. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," I say with absolute certainty.
His eyes search my face, looking for doubt, for fear, for any sign that I don't understand what I'm asking for. When he finds none, his expression shifts into something wild and hungry and utterly possessive.
I let go of his wrist and he pulls his finger out of me, then brings it to his mouth. I watch in fascination as he licks it clean, closing his eyes as he savors the taste of my pleasure.
A shiver runs through me when he opens his eyes again and all I see in his gaze is hunger for more.
"Be careful, little human," he warns, his voice dark with promise. "Ogres are known to eat you whole."
The threat should frighten me. Instead, it sends a bolt of pure desire straight through me, and I can't help the wicked smile that curves my lips.
"Maybe you should be careful," I retort, my hands already reaching for his shirt. "I'm not as defenseless as I look."
Something fierce and fond flashes across his expression. "I know," he says, helping me pull his shirt over his head. "You're strong. You're fierce."
He rises from the bed in a ripple of muscle and raw power, his hands moving to his belt with deliberate slowness. When he steps out of his pants, I can't help but stare. He's magnificent, all golden skin and defined muscle, his arousal obvious andimpressive enough to make my mouth go dry. His cock is long and thick, with veins running along the length of his shaft.
This is a lot to take in. He’s bigger than any man I've been with before. My core clenches like a stubborn, needy thing, but I can’t suppress the tiny flutter of fear in my stomach at the idea of taking this much inside my body.
"Am I too much?" he asks, and I can hear the fear underneath the question. "You don't have to do this."
I swallow hard, my pulse racing with a mixture of anticipation and nerves. But I'm not afraid. I want this too much.
"I'm fine," I tell him, reaching out to take his hand. "But we go slowly."
Relief flashes across his features as I guide him down onto the bed. He lies down on his back in the middle of the mattress, his large, powerful body taking more than half the available space. His cock juts out proud and hard, already dripping with pre-cum. When I straddle his hips, settling myself over him, his hands come up to rest lightly on my waist, stopping my movement.
"Do only what feels good," he says, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I chuckle, some of my nervousness fading at the sight of this powerful man letting me take complete control. "You really are a big teddy bear."
"Only for you," he answers, and the simple honesty of it makes my heart skip.
I ease myself onto him until the blunt tip of his cock reaches my entrance. I’m so wet and ready for him that I can’t wait. I continue to lower myself, gasping as his cock breaches my body, slowly but relentlessly, inch by careful inch, breathing through the stretch as my body adjusts to accommodate his size. He holds perfectly still beneath me, his hands open and nondemanding on my hips, letting me set the pace entirely.
