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His words ignited a surge of arousal low in my belly.
“Here,” I said, picking up the piping bag. “I’m finished with this. You can have what’s left.”
He leaned down to me and opened his mouth. I was planning to squirt some chocolate ganache in there, but at the last moment, his lips closed around the piping bag’s tip. I squeezed the bag gently, watching as his eyes fell closed, sucking down the ganache.
The sound that came out of him warmed my little baker’s heart.
And made my pussy wet.
“Is it good?” I whispered.
His eyes opened slowly. He released the tip of the piping bag with a slick sound, then swirled his long tongue along the star-shaped tip.
“It is,” he said. “Let me show you.”
I gasped as his mouth met mine, forcing apart my lips. The flavour of dark chocolate exploded in my mouth as his tongue entered me, swirling and prodding. With deft hands, he eased the piping bag from my grip and took the rolling pin from beneath my arm, placing them both carefully on the counter.
“The food can wait, can it not? You said it should rest, correct?” he murmured urgently against my mouth. I nodded enthusiastically, my lips bumping his tusks.
“Good,” he said.
I shrieked as I was suddenly airborne, scooped up into his long, thick arms. He carried me easily through the apartment before depositing me on the couch. The dress I’d chosen for tonight – a dark red one with short sleeves and a flowy, knee-length skirt – fluttered around my thighs as I settled onto the cushions. Archie knelt between my splayed legs, running two agonizingly rough, warm thumbs along my bare inner thighs.
“Merciful moons,” he choked out when his thumbs reached my groin and he saw that I had no panties on beneath. His grip grew heavy, needy, on my thighs, spreading them wider. I grasped the hem of my skirt, bunching it up around my hips, already desperate for him to touch me more. My clit swelled, hot and throbbing, under his gaze.
“I’ve been dreaming of burying my face here again ever since yesterday,” Archie murmured, his eyes glued to my pussy. I gave a small cry when he slid his fingers along my folds, gently grinding a knuckle against my clit. “Well,” he amended huskily, “I’ve been dreaming of it long before then. But the dreams are much more vivid, now that I’ve had the magnificent good fortune to taste you.”
“Go ahead,” I said tightly, tension pounding through my body. “You said you were hungry, right?”
Archie’s hand jerked against me, and he groaned.
“Starving.”
Archie latched onto my clit with the same suction he’d used on the piping bag moments before. My back arched, my fingers digging into the couch cushions as the sucking, swirling sensations overtook me. The firm, wet heat of his mouth suckling was almost more than I could bear. And when a thick, strong finger entered me, stroking from the inside in time with the rhythm of his mouth, I crested. I moaned, my hands moving to his scalp, at first pulling him harder against me, and then, when the sensations became too much, pushing him back.
“Not yet,” he grunted against my sensitive skin. “Blasphemous mountains, you’re so tight. You need more to be able to take me.”
Take me.
Oh, fuck yes. I wanted that. I wanted that huge green goddamn snowman orc cock inside meright now.
But Archie was probably right – that thing was impressive to say the least. So, I acquiesced, breathing hard, my head lolling back against the couch, as he tentatively added another finger inside me. Even his fingers were huge, creating a tight, pleasant burning as he eased me further open. Once I was used to the girth of two fingers, he started the curling, come hither motion once more. He pressed the meat of his palm against my pubic bone, creating glorious friction on my clit, as his fingers worked with firm, skilled strokes.
“Good. I can feel how much more wet you’re getting now,” Archie rasped. His left hand kneaded my thigh as his right hand continued its maddening motions. “Come again for me, beloved. Come again so that you’re so,sogood and ready for me. Because I want you to take all of me tonight. I want you totally filled with me. I need every knot inside you.”
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I groaned, his words coaxing deep heat out of my core. I could feel my pleasure growing to another peak. This orgasm was deeper, slower, more intense than the first one had been. It felt as if my whole pelvis was easing open, melting for him. Readying for him.
Sparking tendrils snaked around the base of my spine, easing downward into my pussy. My clit ached, feeling heavy and full. My pussy felt full, too, but not full enough. Archie tickled my entrance with the tease of another finger.
“Yes,” I moaned, arching up, urging him to use the third finger. He dipped it inside, creating more pressure, more heat.
This orgasm wasn’t an explosive, shattering one. No, it swirled slowly, but more and more powerfully, rocking my pelvis with rising waves. When Archie got the third finger in past the knuckle, my eyes flew wide, my mouth opening in a soundless scream. There was one long, drawn-out moment of sensuous, almost surreal pleasure. The peak of my orgasm stretched and oozed and swirled before I finally completely tumbled over the edge. My pussy clamped down on Archie’s fingers, and my held-breath finally escaped in a long groaning whoosh.
The movements of Archie’s hand slowed, teasing the last strokes of pleasure from my body until I was squirming away from him. He withdrew his fingers, and I completely collapsed into the couch, as if his fingers had been the only thing holding my body together. I panted as aftershocks thrummed through me, making me whimper.
I was vaguely aware of the rustling of fabric. I forced my eyes forward, focusing my gaze.
Archie stood over me. His shirt had been abandoned to the floor, his trousers crumpling to his feet. He gazed down at me with hooded eyes, drawing his fist over each thick bulge of his cock.
