Surprise, wonder, and gratitude flashed in his eyes. He caught my hand, turning it to kiss my palm.
“Let me see you,” he whispered against my skin.
I sat up, and his hands moved to the hem of my shirt, lifting it, his movements careful and slow. When the fabric cleared my head, his breath caught.
“Beautiful,” he said, his fingers tracing the edge of my bra. “So beautiful.”
He unhooked it with surprising dexterity, sliding the straps down my arms. Cool air pebbled my nipples, but his heated gaze warmed my skin. He leaned down, pressing his lips to my collarbone, then trailing kisses down to the curve of my breast.
When his mouth closed around my nipple, I arched into him, gasping. His tongue circled the sensitive peak, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His hand cupped my other breast, his thumb brushing across the nipple in a matching rhythm.
“Dungar,” I sighed, stroking his shoulders.
He smiled against my skin before continuing his exploration, kissing down my stomach as he unbuttoned my jeans. He tugged them down my legs, taking mypanties with them. Then he sat back, drinking in the sight of me fully naked.
I felt powerful. Desired. He looked at me like I was the most treasured thing he’d ever seen, and that made me feel invincible.
“You’re perfect,” he said, voice rough with emotion.
His large hands spanned my waist, his fingers stroking over my hipbones, before laying me back on the bed and spreading my legs. He leaned down again, kissing across my belly and each of my thighs, before shouldering his way between them. He worked his way up with maddening slowness. My breath caught as his mouth hovered over my center, his warm breath teasing my sensitive flesh.
The first touch of his tongue sent heat shooting through me. I gripped the sheets, a moan escaping my lips as he explored me thoroughly. Each stroke, each circle of his tongue was placed for maximum effect. He learned my body with the same methodical care he applied to everything, noting each gasp and shudder, adjusting his technique until he found exactly what made me tremble.
When he slid one large finger inside me, I nearly came undone. The careful stretch, the gentle probing combined with his mouth on my clit sent me racing toward the edge. He added a second finger, working me open with infinite patience.
“Dungar, please,” I gasped, teetering on the brink. “I need you.”
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire beforeinserting a third finger inside me. A fourth. Stretching me to accommodate his cock. The languid pumping combined with the heat of his tongue on my clit nearly sent me soaring through the roof.
With a final kiss to my inner thigh, he moved up my body, then gently rolled me onto my belly.
“This angle will be easier,” he said, his fingers stroking my hips. “More comfortable for you.”
He lifted my hips, placing a pillow beneath them. His hands stroked down my back, over my buttocks, soothing and arousing at once. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I pushed back, spreading my legs wider, eager to feel him moving inside.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, beginning to push forward.
The initial stretch burned, my body resisting his considerable size. He paused, giving me time to adjust, one hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back, the other teasing across my clit. Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his way inside me.
When the first of his coorails slipped past my entrance, I gasped at the new sensation. The small beads vibrated against my sensitive tissue, creating pleasure points I’d never experienced before. By the time he was fully seated within me, I was trembling, overwhelmed by the fullness and the unique sensations of his orc anatomy.
“Are you alright?” His voice came out strained, the effort of holding back clear in his tone.
“Yes,” I breathed. “God, yes. You feel incredible.”
He began to move, setting a slow pace that allowed me to feel every ridge, every vibrating bead as it quivered against my inner walls. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward from my core. His size, which had initially been a challenge, now felt perfect. He filled me completely, touching places inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
The coorails created a rippling sensation with each stroke, their vibrations stimulating nerve endings I hadn’t known existed. Combined with the occasional brush against my g-spot, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
His hand slid beneath me, finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much. Heat built low in my belly, tension coiling tighter and tighter.
“Faster,” I cried out, pushing back against him. “Harder, Dungar, please.”
He stilled, his body going rigid above me. “Are you sure? I don’t want to?—”
“I’m sure. I need more. I need all of you.”
After a moment’s hesitation, he began moving again, his pace increasing. His thrusts grew deeper, more powerful, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the quiet room. Groaning, his fingers tightened on my hip, holding me steady as he drove into me.
