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"Are the ridges sensitive too?" My fingers twitch, as if itching to touch them. The khui inside me is practically howling with need, and I ache between my thighs, watching him as he moves his hand over his length. "Or your spur?"
"The spur is not," he says. His voice is thick as he strokes himself, his gaze on me. I'm acutely aware that I'm sitting very close to where he stands, close enough that I could reach out and touch his cock for him. He doesn't ask, though, and I don't offer. I just watch as he glides his hand over his skin, and his thumb moves briefly over the head before he strokes back down again. "The rest…yes."
"Oh," I breathe. I clamp my thighs together, fighting the urge to touch myself along with him. "Better…take the edge off."
"Edge. Yes." He strokes his shaft again, and it's like every movement of his hand reminds me just how big he is. There's a vein weaving through the underside, dancing between the ridges, and I want him to touch it. Or I want to touch it. I can't decide. He strokes his massive hand down his equally huge length again, and I'm reminded, dry-mouthed, of just how big Sessah is now.
He's big and sexy and he's making me want to be touched for the first time in years. That scares me a little.
"How can you stand it?" he asks, dragging his hand slowly up and down his shaft in a way that looks more like a tease than relief. "Is your khui not making you need?"
"You think I'm not needy?" I practically choke on the words. "You think it's not making me ache?"
"Is it? You never touch yourself to edge off."
I lift my chin. "Maybe I will now."
Sessah's nostrils flare and he watches me with those gorgeous eyes. "You should."
I slip my hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy. I'm not surprised that I'm wet—I was swimming, after all—but the juices coating my folds are more slippery and thicker than water, a sure sign of my arousal. My fingers glide through my sex, and I find my clit easily. I circle a finger around it, sucking in a breath when it shoots a bolt of pure pleasure through my body.
My khui just hums louder.
Sessah strokes himself again, his eyes locked on me. Another bead of pre-cum slides down the head of his cock, and I stare at it in fascination. "Can I…see?" he asks. "Can I watch you?"
I nod again, and because he wants to see, I lie back on the stone, spreading my legs. All my shyness is gone, thanks to the sah-sah, and I spread my folds with one hand, showing him everything, while I drag my finger in teasing strokes around my clit. "See?" I breathe. "I'm wet and needy, too. It's not just you."
He groans, his hand squeezing his cock just at the base of the head. "That is beautiful. You are beautiful."
"I know." I giggle. "The khui makes me beautiful to you."
He shakes his head, stroking faster. The sound of skin slapping as he works his cock fills the air. "Always…beautiful," he grits. "Even…before."
"Yeah?" I tease my clit faster, fascinated. My hips jerk as the arousal sensations increase, and I arch against my hand, then press hard against my clit. I slide a finger down to the entrance of my body, pushing in as I rock the heel of my palm against my clit. "You wanted to touch me before?"
"No," he manages, working his cock harder. More pre-cum dribbles from the head, sliding down his skin, and I can't look away. "You did not want it. You still do not want it, so I will touch myself only."
"Safe," I wheeze, even as I grind against my palm, arching my hips. "Safest…that…way."
"You think I cannot keep you safe?" Sessah's eyes blaze, and for the first time, it feels like all the easiness and sweetness in his gaze is gone. In its place is possessiveness and hunger, and it makes me work my clit faster. "You think I would not destroy anyone that tried to touch you?"
Oh fuck, just hearing that makes me come. I cry out, clamping my thighs around my own hand as I rub my clit, dragging out my orgasm. I whimper, curling up on the side of the pool as the release moves through me. Through a lust-fueled haze and the roar of my khui thrumming in my ears, I watch as he turns away, his big body jerking as he climaxes. Thick seed jets on the leaves of the nearest vine, coating them in an obscene amount of jizz.
That should not be so damn hot. It really should not.
When I finally slide my fingers away from my body, I'm disappointed to realize that I'm just as needy as before. My pussy aches, as if desperate to be filled, and my pulse throbs. My khui's song hasn't eased, either. Breathless, I watch as Sessah drops down onto the rock next to me, lying flat on his back and pressing a hand to his brow.
