Page 74 of The Weaver

She dropped a hand from his shoulder and grasped one of his lower hands, guiding it down and slipping it between her thighs.

“Here,” she breathed. “Touch me here.”

A low growl escaped him. “Ahmya…”

One of his long fingers curled, pressing in along the seam of her pussy, its rough flesh brushing her most sensitive part. Her breath hitched, and she tightened her grip on his hand. She’d never, ever had anyone intimately touch her there before, and now, it took everything inside her to keep from grinding against him.

“So soft,kir’ani vi’keishi,” he rasped, “and so wet. Is this nectar for yourluveen?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She hesitantly released his hand and returned hers to his shoulder. “Touch me more, Rekosh. Please.”

Slowly, he explored her, gliding that finger back and forth through her pussy, tracing the folds of her labia as his upper hands continued fondling her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Ahmya panted, clutching at him, hips wriggling, seeking more, but his grip on her hip held her firm. When he pressed the pad of his finger into her entrance, her core clenched and she groaned.

“The sounds you make are as sweet as your scent.” He dragged that crooked finger back through her pussy, as careful of his claws as always, and grazed the swollen nub of her clit.

“Oh God!” Ahmya gasped, bucking her hips as pleasure burst through her. “There! Touch me there!”

Rekosh stilled his finger upon it with a curious hum. “What is this?”

“My clit,” Ahmya said in a rush, undulating against his finger. “Please don’t stop.”

“Clit,” Rekosh said, emphasizing the word as he leisurely circled it with the pad of his finger, spreading the moisture he’d gathered.

Breathy, needy moans escaped her, and she rocked in time with the motion of his finger, chasing the promise of release. Arousal trickled down her inner thighs. She was so close to coming, teetering right on the edge.

“Your clit brings much pleasure.” He pressed just a littleharder, and that slight change in pressure intensified the sensation tenfold.

Ahmya whimpered and nodded. “Yes. So much. It feels…it feels so good. So, so good.”

Rekosh crooned and swept his curled foreleg down the backs of her thighs. The soft hairs brushed against her hypersensitive skin, sending a thrill across it. “Your body does not whisper, it sings,kir’ani vi’keishi. And its song is the most beautiful I have ever heard.”

He quickened those circular strokes on her clit. Fire licked beneath her skin, and her thighs trembled. Something unfurled inside her, something powerful, something primal.

“But I need more. Must know more of you.” He withdrew his hand from between her legs.

“No!” Ahmya cried, legs nearly giving out beneath her, but Rekosh held her fast in place. Her clit throbbed from being abandoned on the cusp of an orgasm. She scraped her nails down his chest. “Rekosh, please don’t stop!”

He trilled, but the sound was cut short when a shudder wracked him. The chitter that followed was sultry and rumbling. “Small time, mynyleea.”

Rekosh raised his hand and shifted his gaze to it. If her skin wasn’t already flushed, she was sure it turned bright red at that instant. His fingers glistened with her slick. For a few heartbeats, he stared, turning his hand and watching the rays of sunshine catch upon it.

What is he?—

Then his mouth opened, and his long, red tongue slipped out to lick from the heel of his palm to the tips of his fingers.

Ahmya’s lips parted with a quick exhalation. The action was shocking and lewd, but it sent a spear of desire straight to her core.

“Your body makes this nectar for me,” he purred, mandibles rising. “I would have it make more.”

He closed his teeth on the claw of his middle finger and bit off the tip with a dullsnap.

Ahmya’s eyes widened as she caught hold of his wrist. “Your claw! Why would you do that?”

She knew how much care he took with his claws. They were instrumental when it came to his work, essential.

“I would know you inside,kir’ani vi’keishi.I would learn you with my touch. I wouldfeelyou.” He flexed his fingers on her hip, pricking her skin. “And I have many claws.”

He returned his hand to between her thighs, forcing them wider, and slipped the now clawless finger through her pussy once more, finding her entrance. His gaze held hers. “I would learn you here, my Ahmya.”

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