She was no stranger to masturbation, but it definitely took on a new, exhilarating edge when she did it in front of another person, at theirrequest.
Nelly held her breath as she tentatively reached between her legs. Her eyes moved restlessly between Clark’s rapt expression and his slowly moving fist. She couldn’t decide what was sexier so she didn’t try.
Her fingers skated over slick, heated skin as she watched him watchher.Her touches were light, skimming things that sent tiny shivers of pleasure across her nerves. It was all teasing as she pinched one nipple, then the other, fascinated by the way his gaze traveled over her body.
“More,” he grated, all the smooth seduction disappearing. Clark’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “Harder, sugar. Like youmeanit.”
Nelly gasped, her fingers flexing in response to that ragged command. Tension pulled at her spine and arched her back as she slid two fingers inside her aching cunt with a wet sound that would have humiliated her if it didn’t make Clark look like he was half a step away from losing his mind.
The sound of his fist sliding faster and faster was just as obscene. It was also the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. Nelly ground the heel of her palm down, chasing friction even as she thrust her fingers in time with his strokes.“Clark.”
In an instant, Clark was on his knees between her legs, his cock held tightly in his kohl-darkened fist and his lower fangs bared in a vicious snarl.
Nelly froze. It was an arresting sight, looking up at the hulking orc on his knees above her, his body slick with sweat and his handsome face pulled into an expression of raw hunger. Between them, his cock dripped long, sticky streams of pre-come onto the blankets.
It was a vision of a man ready to take everything laid out before him. An orc in the grip of a mating imperative, desperate to claim, mark, and fuck until there was nothing left of them both.
He said he would wait.A chill passed over her and drew her legs back a bit, putting more space between them.
Her heart jammed itself into her throat. “Clark? I thought…”
Clark sucked in a deep breath. Widening his knees, he clutched her shirt with his free hand and slowly stroked himself with the other. “I’m not gonna touch you, sugar,” he grated. “But I’ve got to watch. I need to see everything. I want to—” He cut himself off.
Nelly licked her lips. “What?”
“I want to mark you.” The words were guttural, as if he had to pull them from somewhere deep in his chest. With every one, his fist moved with a hard, fast stroke. “I want to cover you in my scent and smear my come into your skin, Nelly. I know I can’t, but Iwantto.”
Scentmarking.That was something she did know a little bit about, if only through basic sex ed and media. A lot of beings who had better senses of smell than humans used scents in different ways. Those with mating imperatives tended to put a lot of emphasis on making their partners smell like them. It wasn’t a huge leap to guess that there wasn’t a more potent version of that than smearing one’s release on a mate.
Her brief flare of panic that he might try to pressure her into touch too soon faded almost as quickly as it arrived. Of course he wouldn’t. Even in the grips of lust, Clark respected her boundaries. She was startled to realize that he might have respected them more than anyone she could recall.
Mindful of how close they were, Nelly slowly let her legs relax. “Well, that’s not entirely out of the question.”
Clark’s gaze sharpened. “What?”
She began to pump her fingers again. It wasn’t something she’d ever been into before, but she couldn’t deny that there was a thrill in the idea of Clark wanting to cover her in his scent, all that come that even now dripped between them. “You can come on me, Clark.” Nelly slowly withdrew her fingers to part her folds, revealing every soft, wet part of herself to his hungry gaze.
His breaths sawed out of his chest. “Nelly, won’t that—”
“It won’t,” she assured him. “Trust me.”
Eyes narrowing, Clark spoke through his teeth when he asked, “Because you know from experience?”
There was no way she would explain to him that she’d experimented in her youth, and that was why she knew that her partner’s release would only give her fractured memories of pleasure. Normally she wouldn’t have said anything at all for fear of making things weird, but one look at Clark’s tight expression changed her mind.
She couldn’t believe the words were coming out of her mouth, but Nelly answered, “Yes. Does that make you want to mark me more or less?”
Clark gripped her shirt so tightly, she heard the fabric tear. “More,” he barked, working himself faster. “So much more.”
They weren’t touching, but she could feel the heat of him between her legs, and there was nothing quite like watching him stroke his cock above her, his eyes riveted on her cunt as she fought the impulse to frantically rub herself.
“You’remymate.Mysweet little witch who smells like spun sugar and sex andme.Mine.” The tendons stood out on Clark’s tattooed neck as he began to stiffen, his strokes losing their rhythm a little bit more with every pass. He shuffled just a bit closer. Hot drops of release began to splash her thighs and the sensitive skin of her cunt.
Nelly arched her back, ever-conscious of how close they were but pushed to the edge by the echo of his pleasure that rocked her with every pearlescent drop.
Then, with a harsh grunt of her name, he came. Nelly let out a breathless shout as ropes of his release decorated her stomach, thighs, and the hungry, aching flesh of her cunt.
Pleasure.His need for release, the rush, the pressure — all of it rushed over her in waves as hot come splashed her skin.
