Page 79 of The Delver
“Clit,” Urkot repeated, moving his finger back to it and pressing down. “This?”
Callie dug her nails into his arm and frantically nodded. “Yes.”
He circled her clit slowly, reverently, and she moaned, lashes fluttering as her head tipped back and her toes curled. “Keeping going. Please don’t stop.”
“Ah… So this brings you much pleasure. This tiny bud.”
“So, so much. And it feels better when you’re touching it.”
And it was true. Her fingers couldn’t compare to the firm, rough hide of his. Perhaps it was also the connection she and Urkot shared, the bond they’d formed, that made her hypersensitive to every little touch. Because she’d never felt anything close to what she felt with him.
His upper hand fondled her breast, twisting and squeezing and plucking her nipple as his lower hand continued its leisurely ministrations on her clit. Her body hummed. Reaching up, she slipped her fingers into his hair and clutched at it as she spread her thighs wider, reveling in the sensations.
Urkot trilled low. “Your pussy blooms like a flower. And it took my stem so deeply.”
Panting, she rocked her hips in time with his strokes as pleasure coiled within her core. She remembered how it felt to have him inside her, stretching her, filling her, which left her core with an empty, yearning ache now.
“I need your cock inside me again,” she begged.
His claspers tightened on her thigh, making her aware of the bulge pressing against it.
“Not yet,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Not here.”
He quickened his strokes on her clit as his tongue trailed over her jaw and traced her mouth. “But I will bury my cockin your body again soon, mynyleea. I will feel your heat, feel you squeeze my stem sweetly. And I will fill your pussy with my seed.”
“Yes,” she rasped, voice growing higher in pitch with her pleasure. “I want your cum. In me, on me, on my tongue. I want it all.”
The growl he released was absolutely bestial and undeniably arousing. “I love having your pleasure in my hands. Love the sounds you make, love you coming unraveled at my touch. Love that you are all mine.”
He pinched her clit.
“Urkot!”
Callie shattered. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, body going taut as ecstasy crashed through her.
He released her breast and covered her mouth with his palm, muffling her escalating cries. Pleasure consumed her, taking over her body as she wildly bucked against his fingers. Her sex contracted around nothing, feeling so, so empty.
Urkot touched his headcrest to her forehead and cupped his hand over her pussy. She could feel the prick of his claws against her ass. Breathing heavily against his palm, Callie opened her eyes and met his as her body quivered, riding out the waves of pleasure sweeping through her.
“Ah, my suncrest,” he whispered, “how you shine for me.”
His fingers stroked her slit slowly, gently, as she came down from her orgasm. Only when her breathing eased and she relaxed in his hold did he stop.
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he lifted his hand, extended his tongue, and licked his glistening finger with a groan. The way he did it, the way he sounded, made her sex throb anew.
But there was a heaviness weighing down her body, weighing down her consciousness.
Lifting his hand from her face, he rubbed his mouth across hers with a purr as he gathered her closer against his chest. “Sleep, my Callie. I have you.”
CHAPTER 20
Resistinghis desire with the scent of Callie’s pheromones lingering in his nostrils and the ghost of her essence upon his tongue was torture for Urkot. Before long, his claspers ached with the strain of keeping his throbbing stem behind his slit. He distracted himself by braiding a thin cord of silk for her top to replace the lacing he’d cut.
Though he wanted her to rest, he was relieved when she awoke after only a brief slumber. She drank more water at his insistence—and he at hers—and they resumed their journey. Moving gave him something else to focus on, allowing him to finally set aside that yearning.
Mostly, anyway.
He glanced back to check on her often. Her unease remained clear in her expression, but she kept calm, even through the tightest, most difficult sections of the tunnel. His chest swelled with pride and admiration, which did nothing to ease his passage through those narrow spots.
