“Wait, slow down, or I’m going to come and then smother your face,” she whispered between hushed moans of pleasure. She was so close and she didn’t think that she’d have time to say it. He gave another couple of rough licks that nearly sent her over the edge.
“Tanis,” she almost exclaimed, only hushing herself when Tanis put his hand over the top of the one she had over her mouth, to keep her from crying out too loudly. She whimpered against his palm with each hot stroke of his tongue over her clit.
He gripped her pelvis and lifted her just enough off of his mouth to mutter, “What am I trying to accomplish here?”
Whether it was his hot breath against her quivering, messy, dripping, over-sensitive from licking cunt, or the harshly spoken words themselves, she felt another zing of another hot pleasure flush through her body. Bianca let out a whine of need against his palm. He began licking fiercely even more so than before, growling as he tasted her. His hand pressed hard over her mouth as he unraveled her.
She felt herself leave her body, her muscles so hot, so strained from holding herself in this position, suddenly relaxing, feeling that wave after wave of releasing pleasure, until her thighs felt like jelly and she could only fall back upon her heels.
The first thing that brought her back to her body was the tender stroke of his thumb against her cheek. She was clutching his arm to her chest, his hand still against her mouth.
“Not a sound,” he rumbled low. She pushed back on her heels, trying to sit up, and caught enough of a glimpse of his wet face, his toothy grin.
“I can’t look at you,” she mumbled, putting her hands over her eyes. There wasn’t a lot of room to flop over except on to him, as if he were her own personal mattress.
She turned over and sprawled out on her belly against his, coming face to face with his massive erection straining at his pants. She didn’t care that her knees were still by his ears as she began to unlace the leather cords under his belt, to reveal his engorged cock. Her hand couldn’t close around it fully. Tracing her fingers against the veins, Bianca marveled at the thickness, the way the head was shaped, the way that it became almost purplish at the tip.
Her general policy was that whatever could fit in her mouth could also fit in her anywhere. Of course that more applied to finding suitably sized vegetables for when she could steal an hour alone in her caravan. She wasn’t sure she could actually fit his cock within her, or if she’d have to return the favor with some more creative methods.
She stroked up and down, coming up and giving the head a little squeeze. She felt his cock twitch at the stimulation, thick drops of his seed beading at the tip.
“I’m close,” he breathed.
“Already?”
“The way you taste…”
Bianca gasped as she felt him lick her again from behind, raking through her cunt from clit to taint to spread ass cheeks to hole. If she hadn’t just come like an avalanche, she would have gone back to straddling his face. She couldn’t help but notice the way his cock twitched, wobbled, and dripped another swell of seed.
“Tanis, if you do that again Iwillget us caught,” she hissed. Her nethers were just a touch too sensitive still.
“Don’t tempt me,” came his wry reply, but he kept his tongue to himself.
She gave another few strokes, before his body was tensing beneath hers, and his release spilled over the top of her fist in thick, copious heavy spurts. A concerning amount, actually.
“Oh,thatclose,” she whispered in surprise, mildly flustered over the amount of seed that had just glazed over her hand. “And here I thought we’d be rocking the tent.”
“We will, just give me a few minutes,” Tanis breathed, before passing her a scrap of cloth to clean her hand off.
Bianca nodded, still jelly-boned, and re-oriented herself to lie down with her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes for a second, and would open them again in just a moment, she promised herself, before the day’s exhaustion took her.
She might have dreamt it, but distantly she felt Tanis curl an arm around her and press a kiss to her forehead.
5
The gentle stroke down her arm brought her awake. Bianca stretched, feeling something hard and ready pressing against the curve of her ass.
“I see it’s been a few minutes,” she murmured, turning enough to look at Tanis.
He gave a soft snort. “A few hours. You snore.”
“Mmm.” She buried her face back against the soft furs and the springy muscle that was Tanis’ bicep, mumbling sleepily, “When you fuck me, I want you to pin my hands down.”
He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “There may not be time.”
“Is it morning?” Bianca scrambled to sit up.
She turned around, looking at the orc strewn across his furs, unbothered, watching her with an amused smirk. “Nearly.”
