Page 116 of Smitten Pucking Orc

“Stop talking and⁠—”

He licked up my center, and my words dissolved into a moan.

The arena was empty. Every sound I made echoed off the tile. Every gasp, every whimper, bouncing back to us in the quiet.

He could hear exactly what I liked. When he circled my clit, I whimpered. When he pushed his tongue inside, I keened. When he added a finger, I said his name.

“That’s it,” he said against me.

“Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

He added a second finger, finding the spot inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

My thighs started shaking. “Oh god⁠—”

“Come for me, Ellie. Let me hear you.”

The orgasm crashed over me. I was loud, but I didn’t care as I rode his face through it. He didn’t stop until I pushed him away, oversensitive and trembling.

“Holy shit.”

He stood, grinning. “Good?”

“You’re so smug.”

“I earned it.”

I sat up and reached for his boxer briefs. “My turn.”

“You don’t have to⁠—”

“I want to.”

I pulled them down. He was hard. He had been since our first kiss. When I wrapped my hand around him, he hissed through his teeth.

He was big, seven feet of orc, with everything proportional. But it was more than size. Raised ridges ran along his length, each one pulsing against my palm when I stroked up. So different from human anatomy.

“Ellie, that’s…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want inside you.”

“Condom?”

He hesitated. “I don’t… I didn’t plan…”

“I’m on birth control. I’m clean. I got tested after my last relationship.”

“Me too. I haven’t been with anyone in years.” He swallowed. “Fates, I don’t even remember when.”

My eyebrows rose.

“That reputation was bullshit, remember?”

“So you want to…?” I gestured between us.