Page 10 of His Theo

That was a good way of explaining I’d watched lots of porn without actually saying I’d watched a lot of porn, right?

“You’re also very focused on taking care of your mates and you…you like making your mates feel good.” I wasn’t sure that was the way I should’ve taken the conversation but it was what’d popped out, so I tried not to worry about his reaction.

“Caretaking comes in many forms…especially for humans.” His humans are kind of odd tone made me fight back laughter. “Pleasure also comes in many forms for humans, but I have read that the physically based erotic pleasures are necessary for a significant portion of humans.”

He had been doing a lot of research.

“Yeah, most of us like that but there are people who are asexual or who need different kinds of things.” But that wasn’t me and I didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding about that. “I like the physically erotic kind, though. A lot.”

My honesty got me another hug and one tentacle started stroking low on my back, right above my ass. I wasn’t sure if he’d known what that would do to me but I knew he could sense how good the tingly pleasure made me feel when he made that thinking sound again.

“I find I am glad you have a preference for erotic pleasure.” He was so glad his limb inched down lower and I barely held back a moan. “I did not understand their effects.”

On him?

Oh.

Larry had said horny humans smelled good.

I smelled good.

Shit.

There’d been no reason to hide my moan…he knew how I was feeling.

Fuck it.

“It’s…it’s good effects, right?” I almost couldn’t breathe as his tentacle shifted lower again, obviously testing the water to see what I’d allow.

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in his voice and that was sexy even though he probably didn’t understand why. “Your pleasure gives me…there is a word but humans do not have it in English…strong happiness.”

He was reacting to turning me on.

“I…I like making you happy.” I must’ve lost a few brain cells along the way because that just sounded stupid, but he made a pleased sound and finally ran his tentacle over my ass before patting it.

I didn’t even try to hide the shiver that raced through me as I let out a breathy moan. “That…that feels good.”

Had to communicate.

He’d said that.

He needed words to be confident.

“You…you’re making me feel so good holding me tight. I…I like cuddling.” Yes, I could tell him what I liked. He wasn’t a regular Dom. He wouldn’t think I was stupid or saying the obvious like a moron. He needed the obvious until he could read me better.

Oh wow.

My reward for using words was for him to tighten his hold just enough to make me go boneless and the tentacle on my ass started making wide circles over it.

Rewards were awesome.

“You are highly adept at communication. I am very proud of your good behavior.” The words might’ve sounded silly if it hadn’t been for the warmth in his voice and the way his pride came through in every word. “Making your needs clearly discernable will allow me to provide for them more easily.”

More words equaled more pleasure.

Got it.

“I…I liked it when you were carrying me and…and I like the way you’re caressing me.” Yes, that wasn’t hard to admit and he probably already knew both of those things. “I…I like that you’re so sweet to me and you kept me safe.”

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