Page 73 of The Weaver

Ahmya eased a little closer to him, her scalp tingling.

“We are woven together, hearts and spirits,” he continued. “All that remains is our bodies. The final thread to bind us fully. I would learn you first, my Ahmya. Show me what to do.”

She pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw, letting the kiss linger before answering. “You can kiss me some more,” she said before softening her voice to a whisper. “You can…touch me.”

A purr rumbled in his chest. “Show me how,vi’keishi.”

Easing back, Ahmya took hold of his upper wrists and guided his large hands to her breasts. “Here.”

Rekosh dropped his gaze and stared.

Ahmya glanced down as well. His hands covered theentirety of her chest, and he held them there, unmoving, exactly as she’d placed them.

Why isn’t he?—

He tilted his head. “Is this…human mating?”

Oh…

Female vrix didn’t have breasts. What would Rekosh know about touching them, about caressing a human body to bring pleasure?

Likely just as little as she knew about touching a vrix. About…bringing Rekosh pleasure.

Ahmya chuckled. “It’s part of it. Humans call it foreplay. It’s when you touch your partner to arouse them. But you don’t just hold your hands there. You are supposed to…to…”

Warmth skittered across her skin as she pressed his hands more firmly to her breasts. “You…caress them. Nipples can be very sensitive, and when touched, it…it can bring us pleasure.”

“Are yours sensitive, Ahmya?” Rekosh moved his hands over her, the abrasiveness of his palms grazing her nipples and making them harden further. “Does this bring you pleasure?”

Ahmya’s breath hitched at the electric current that shot through her body. She tightened her grip on his hands and nodded. “Yes. Very.”

A low purr rumbled from his chest, and he curled his fingers, squeezing her breasts. “Your skin is soft, but these… These are softer. So soft.”

He cupped the mounds and pushed them up, stroking his thumbs over her beaded nipples. A moan escaped her, and she arched into his touch, needing more.

This was merely skin against skin, yet it was nothing like touching herself. How could it feel so different with him? What did it matter if it was her own hands or Rekosh’s?

But it did matter. It was his touch, however light, however brief, that elicited all the pleasurable sensations for which she’d yearned. His touch that brought her body to life.

Rekosh trilled huskily at her response, his crimson eyes narrowing in delight as he gripped her hips with his lower hands, holding her steady. “Such pretty sounds my mate makes when I give her pleasure.”

He played with her breasts, molding them, shaping them, and focused on her nipples, coaxing breathy sighs and whimpers from her. With every caress, with every stroke and pinch, the pressure within her core expanded. Slick arousal seeped from her pussy and coated her inner thighs.

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, sliding her palms along his arms to rest upon his shoulders. Warm prickles of electricity flowed through her, building and building with his touch. Her nipples ached, and her clit pulsed. This…this felt… Oh God, she felt as though she was on the verge of an orgasm from this alone.

“Rekosh,” Ahmya begged.

“Your scent…” he rasped, his voice next to her ear. He scraped his mouth over her neck and shoulder before licking the flesh, making her shiver. “Show me, mynyleea. Show yourluveenwhat you want.”

Ahmya lifted her head and opened her eyes to find his gaze fixed upon her, burning bright with yearning, with need, that he’d long contained.

For her.

Rekoshwantedher.

There was no reason to be shy, no reason to worry about what he might think, no reason to hold back from him. And she was long past that point anyway.

Because she wanted him too. She wantedthis.

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