Page 78 of The Orc Warrioress and the Elf Lord

He put one of his long-fingered hands to her backside and urged her close, holding her against him.

She moaned, grinding herself into him, and it felt lovely.

But she could tell… she wouldn’t… she needed more. Impulsively, she jerked her hips back and pressed a finger in between her folds. She let it squirm there, and her pleasure started to build.

“Can I?” he whispered, fingers joining hers. “Oh, no, don’t stop, let me feel what you’re doing so that I can do that too.”

She kissed him. That was so smart of him. She tried to show him just what she liked with her fingers, and he learned it, moved just along with her, like she showed him, and while she was concentrating on that the pleasure began to multiply, growing more and more intense.

She climbed steadily, gasping, and it was hot and it was just there, just out of reach, until it was exactly in reach, the heat overtaking her pelvis—so hot, so bright, so intense.

She hit her peak with a little cry, and she spasmed against his fingers and her fingers and his thigh and it was just lovely, just wondrous, just good.

She started to laugh. It was a helpless kind of bubbling joy. “Why is that so easy with you?” she gasped.

“What?” he said.

“Finding my pinnacle,” she said. “I’ve never done it in front of someone before, and now you, twice—”

“Truly? Never?” He was very serious.

She felt embarrassed. She tucked her face down.

He ran his fingers over the back of her head, over her braid. “Gathren, Gathren, you…” His voice went ragged. “I love you.”

She moaned. “I love you, too,” she said into the bed. “It’s a disaster.”

“Mmm, is it?” he pulled her against him. “I suppose it is, at that.”

She moved her face, offering him her mouth and he kissed her and she kissed him, and she had never felt like this before.

“You really should not have done that,” he said.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would mind,” she said. “But I know I did not get permission from you, and—”

“No, I didn’t mind, obviously, but you can’t have enjoyed that.”

“I did,” she said. “I have fantasized about it before, actually, fantasized and touched myself.”

He gave her a very astonished look and then he kissed her again, a long and thorough kiss. “You’re wonderful.”

She laughed.

“And I will do it for you. You’ll instruct me, warrioress, and I’ll learn, and you’ll tell me if I do anything wrong, and—”

“Not now,” she said. “Right now, I can’t.”

“Not now,” he said. “But we’ll do this again.”

“We haven’t really done it yet,” she said.

“Right,” he said. “So you will let me.”

“I did let you. You wanted to go to sleep!”

“I just… it seemed so daunting. You’re…” He pushed himself up on an arm. “You’re like this goddess, Gathren—”

“I am not!”