Page 94 of The Weaver

Trilling, Rekosh brushed the backs of his fingers up herbelly, making her skin quiver. “There you are. So soft, so beautiful…”

Just before his hand could reach her breast, Ahmya caught his wrist and halted its progress. As heavily as she longed for his touch, she knew letting him go further would make it impossible to curtail her desire for him to touch her elsewhere. More than anything right now, she wantedhispleasure. She wanted to see him come apart, wanted to unveil the mystery of what she’d felt so deep inside her.

“Not yet,” she said.

“Not yet?”

Placing his hand back upon her thigh, Ahmya braced herself over him, once more closing her fingers around the base of his cock.

He drew in a shaky breath, eyes never leaving hers.

She lowered her head until her mouth hovered above the tip of his cock. “I want to taste you first.”

Ahmya closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked.

His legs tensed and dug into the fluffed silk, and his arms went rigid, pushing his torso up as he growled her name. She moaned as his cinnamon and cloves flavor flooded her mouth. The small taste she’d had before couldn’t compare to this. He was delicious; he wasdivine. She twirled her tongue around the ridged head of his cock and dipped it into his slit for more.

Rekosh hissed and gripped her thigh tighter, curling his claws into her skin. Their sting only added to her need. She lifted her head off him and panted as she caught her breath. A shudder wracked his body, and his cock twitched in her grasp. She watched avidly as seed seeped from the tip and slid down the shaft.

“Ahmya…” Rekosh rasped in a broken plea.

Dipping her head, she flattened her tongue against his shaft and ran it up. She flicked it over the tip, catching the seed andhis oils upon it, gathering as much of his taste as she could before taking the head into her mouth once more.

“Fuck!” Rekosh snarled.

That word—that vulgar, wicked, human word—coming from her mate in reaction to what she was doing was the most arousing thing Ahmya had ever heard. He’d instilled it with such passion, with such unbridled need. Gaze flicking to his face, Ahmya sucked and licked his cock, thirsty and eager for more as she stroked his shaft with her hand to make up for what she couldn’t take into her mouth.

“Ah,kir’aninyleea,kir’ani vi’keishi.” The reverence in his voice belied the struggle apparent in his body. His muscles strained, flexing and stretching beneath his hide as his legs dug deeper and deeper, tearing into the fluffed silk while his claws pulled up clumps of it. The possessive hand he had upon her thigh twitched and shifted erratically, moving to her hip, then her back, up toward her hair and back down again after hesitating. Like he didn’t know where to place it, didn’t know where he wanted to place it.

Finally, he settled his lower hands on her head, his fingers threading through her hair, claws pricking her scalp. He growled as her head bobbed upon him. Her jaw burned from his girth, but Rekosh tasted too good for her to stop.

Cool air whispered over her hot sex, and Ahmya parted her thighs with a groan. Her core clenched, empty and achy, and her pussy wept with arousal.

She needed relief. She needed…

Ahmya slipped her free hand between her thighs and stroked her clit. A whimpering moan escaped her, vibrating into his cock as pleasure sparked in her belly.

“No.” Rekosh’s voice rumbled like thunder, a sound Ahmya felt more than heard, as he grasped her arm and forced her hand away from her pussy. “Mine.”

Before she could even vocalize her protest at the sudden haltof her self-pleasure, Rekosh had grabbed hold of her and plucked her up. Ahmya gasped as his big, strong hands clutched her hips, and she clamped hers atop them as he lifted her over his body.

He brought her down so she was straddling his head, facing away from him—looking down his long, powerful, sensual vrix body at the glistening cock she’d had in her mouth only a moment ago.

“Rekosh, what?—”

“Need you,nyleea,” he growled, words clipped and harsh, before he thrust his tongue into her pussy.

Ahmya cried out. His tongue plunged into her again and again, rubbing along her inner walls and another secret place that set her every nerve alight, stoking her pleasure higher and higher. It made her burn with need. And God, she needed Rekosh as much as he needed her. Needed his words, his touch, needed his long, flexible tongue to keep fucking her like this.

She writhed, but he held her firm, allowing no escape, so she clutched him with her hands and thighs. He groaned, and she felt it vibrate into her, amplifying the ecstasy.

One of his lower hands took hold of her calf, further ensuring she could not move away even if she’d wanted to. The other slid down his torso slowly, teasingly, trailing over the armorlike ridges of his chest and abdomen with a nonchalance at odds with the ravenous, frenzied motions of his tongue.

Her eyes widened when his hand curled around the base of his shaft. Ahmya’s tongue slipped out without conscious thought, trailing over her lips to lick up his lingering taste. His long fingers encircled his cock fully, stroking up and down, and Ahmya watched, gaze fixated on those motions as Rekosh’s tongue delved in and out of her.

Pleasure seared her, spreading through her like wildfire. She panted, gripping his hands, feeling every thrust, twist, and swirl of his tongue. The flames of passion took hold of her, and sheyielded to her need. Yielded to him. Her body moved of its own accord, bouncing upon his tongue, craving for it to go deeper, seeking all the pleasure it could give her.

But she did not look away from his cock. Did not look away from that hand stroking it, quickening with his every hot, ragged breath against her wet pussy.

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