Page 129 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

His grin only widens. He can’t understand my words, but he can read my tone well enough. He puts his hands on my shoulders and steers me forward.

To a hut. But… not a hut. A low, narrow structure that looks more like a wooden tent than anything else. It looks sturdy, well built, and I suspect if there was another sudden torrential downpour, the roof would keep off the rain, but it doesn’t have any doors, just an open frontage.

“What is it?”

If my confusion dampens his delight, he doesn’t show it, just takes my hand and tugs me forward.

The shelter is too low to stand in. Shemza drops to the floor, pulling off his boots and setting them beside the shelter before crawling inside it, gesturing for me to follow.

I crouch down, looking inside it. There are some old furs on the floor to pad the branches that it’s built from, but other than that, it’s empty.

I give him another confused look.

“What are we doing here?”

He puts his finger to his lips and shushes me, as I did to Ahnjas a few days ago.

I don’t know what to make of it, but I crouch down and shuffle inside the shelter.

Shemza is lying on his front, facing outwards, so I copy him, then give him another questioning look. He grins even wider, then points.

I follow his finger up into one of the nearby trees. I see nothing unusual for a moment, until, suddenly, three little heads appear over the top of a collection of sticks and moss and leaves so well camouflaged to the bark of the tree, I didn’t notice it immediately.

It’s a nest, with three baby birds inside.

They’re all beak and no feathers, just a tiny bit of downy fluff covering their scrawny bodies, and they cheep angrily at the skies.

I wonder why, until I see another bird landing on a nearby branch, beak stuffed with bugs.

As it hops closer, the cheeping of the babies intensifies, and eventually, the adult bird hops to the edge of the nest and drops a little morsel into each of the waiting beaks before flying off again.

Sated for now, the little birds turn their attention to each other, squawking and squabbling. They’re so funny, I nearly burst out laughing, pressing a hand to my mouth to stifle the sound just in time.

And then I suddenly understand the shelter.

Because we’re hidden away inside it, other birds come out of the trees, landing so close I almost feel like I could reach out and touch one.

Inside the confines of the structure, we’re invisible to the nature all around us, and they carry on as if we’re not there. I turn to Shemza.

“Did you build this place? For me?”

I doubt he understands my questions. He just grins, catching my hand and drawing it up to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.

Warmth blooms under my skin as he turns my hand over in his, pressing his lips to the pulse point in my wrist, all the while gazing at me with a look of such heat, I’m afraid my clothes might combust.

Everyone would definitely think I seduced him, but he’s got way better moves than me.

I surge forward, kissing him with a ravenous hunger.

As he rolls us over, pinning me beneath him, kissing me breathless, it occurs to me that this shelter also makes for a perfect little love nest. Hidden away from the village, private and cosy.

The fact that I think it extremely unlikely this occurred to Shemza only makes his gift all the more adorable.

I tug at his top, pulling it loose from his trousers, then up over his head, exposing his chest, then raking my hands all over it. I’m so fired up with desire, I barely notice my own clothes coming off until we’re both naked, hands roaming over each other everywhere we can reach.

I’m panting when he breaks the kiss, and so wet, I’m worried I’ll soak the furs beneath us. Shemza props himself up on an elbow, his hand tangled in my hair, cupping the back of my head. He holds my gaze as the other hand strokes down my body before dipping between my legs.

He groans as he strokes through my folds, feeling how swollen and ready I am, and that sound, combined with the sensation of his fingers exploring my flesh, makes me whimper, a hot pulse going through my pussy.

Shemza mutters something in the raskarran language, his words harsh and guttural, and that only makes my pussy throb harder, my hips arching into his hand without my conscious thought.

His cock twitches where it rests against my leg, and I reach for it, closing my hand around it, feeling the firm, smooth skin in my palm, before stroking downwards with a little squeeze.

Shemza’s breath explodes out of him, and he drops his face to mine, kissing me with a new level of intensity, plundering my mouth with his tongue. I squeeze him again, loving how his body trembles and shakes at my touch, the power I have over him. Such a big, strong guy made weak by my hands.

A dark thought flitters across the back of my mind, but before it can take proper shape, Shemza’s fingers probe at my entrance, one of them pressing inside me.

I gasp at the invasion, shocking and delicious at the same time.

Then I’m moaning, writhing against his hand as he strokes my inner walls, grinding the heel of his palm against my clit.

I choke out a cry as pleasure threatens to overwhelm me, Shemza’s lips a whisper against my neck as he continues to drive me higher and higher.

And then I’m coming apart, my orgasm intense and enduring as he continues to rub and stroke and kiss me through it. When I finally come down, every muscle in my body feels loose, a pleasant warmth radiating out from my belly, filling me with a kind of glow.

Shemza slides his finger from my body, then, with slow, deliberate motions, brings it up to his mouth and licks it clean.

I wouldn’t have thought it possible to feel turned on again so soon, but watching him taste me like that sends a shock of desire through me, waking up all the parts I thought had been sated. I reach for him, thinking maybe it’s time I had a little taste of him.

But he rolls on top of me, aligning our hips, his cock nudging at my entrance.

I’m half full of desperate anticipation, sure that if his finger felt so good, his cock is going to feel even better.

But the other half is a little panicked, knowing how stretched my hand was to grip around it, wondering how it’s going to fit inside me, when even a finger felt like a tight fit.

Shemza pauses, looking down at me, a slight dip in his brows.

“Shun flanas h’shast,” he says, cupping my face in his hand, stroking a thumb over my cheek.

I don’t have a clue what he’s saying, but there’s something so gentle about the way he says it, and just like before on the beach, that feeling of trust comes over me, washing away all my fears and leaving only need behind it.

I arch my hips into him.

“Slow,” I say.

“Slow,” he says, and starts to press into me.

I tense at the feeling of him stretching me, but Shemza just strokes my face and whispers raskarran words in my ear in that same soft, calm voice, as he draws out, then pushes a little further in, seating himself deeper every time.

The more he speaks, the more I relax, the more my body opens to him.

Then his hips lock against mine, and I’m awash with sensations - how full I feel, the pressure against my inner walls, and the building, urgent need for him to move.

“Slow?” he says.

I nod. “Slow.”

He kisses me first, a lazy, delicious kiss. No urgency, just gentle, thorough exploration. His hand cups my thigh, stroking along my sensitised skin. Then he draws almost all the way out of me, before sliding slowly back in.

I gasp against his mouth as pleasure rocks through me, my hands tangling in his hair. Again and again he repeats the motion, never changing his pace, just drawing out and gliding back in, his hips meeting mine with every languorous thrust.

“Oh, Shemza,” I moan as he fucks me, the rough patch of skin that must be the mating node Ellie mentioned sliding over my clit in the most delicious fashion.

It’s not long before I’m coming again, my pussy clenching around his cock.

Shemza groans, but doesn’t speed up, just keeps going and going and going as my first orgasm rolls into a second, my body slick with sweat and writhing against his.

He peppers my skin with kisses, tasting my neck, my chest, my breasts with his tongue as he keeps rocking into me.

I forget about the birds and the purpose of this shelter being to prevent our disturbing them as I scream out my pleasure, my voice growing hoarse as he drives me to another release.

Then he’s shuddering, his whole body shaking as he grinds into me, his pace picking up just a little. I’m boneless beneath him, every part of me spent, but I want to see it. Want to see him take his pleasure in me.

I reach for his face, stroke his cheek as he did mine.

“Come for me.”

With a groan he does, thrusting into me hard and fast for a brief moment, before collapsing onto me, both of us sweaty and sticky and replete.