Page 41 of Bombshell

Meanwhile, my hands were sliding down the expanse of her back, brushing past the base of her vines and feeling the muscles that controlled them twitch in response. The vines in question were surprisingly resting slack, brushing against the floor as she climbed further up in order to straddle my lap.

Effie usually kept them curled tight to her, even when she was asleep, so the realization that they were relaxed right now sat warm and low in my stomach.

Gently, I reached down and slid my fingers into the juncture between her thighs, finding her already moist and ready.

But I wanted to return the favor first.

The swinging of the chair made it a little bit awkward to swap our spots but somehow I managed it as I slid down the width of the seat so that I was between her thighs.

Effie rarely allowed me the pleasure of tasting her—one of the many rules and boundaries she put on our time when she was busy trying to convince herself that what we did together was just business.

The handful of times she had let me, though, were so good I could still hear the sweet sound of her cries ringing in my ears as if it had happened only yesterday.

Having tentacles on my face definitely gave me an edge when it came to things like this—case and point Effie’s huff of anticipation as the largest tentacles that lined my jaw gently pried her thighs a little further apart.

Effie didn’t protest and when I looked up the line of her body I found her head propped up on one of the ridiculous throw pillows I’d painstakingly placed this morning as she waited for me to start.

All of her boundaries and rules had evaporated at some point and it made hope swell in my chest as my tongue darted out and slid up the line of her cunt.

As always, Effie tasted like heaven and her cries were just as divine as she threw an arm over her head and sucked in a heaving breath.

That noise was like the crack of a gun at a race, giving me all the permission I needed to taste her more fully.

The tentacles on my face that were holding her thighs open slipped up to join my tongue, the tapered tips prodding at the clenching entrance of her pussy until they managed to slip inside.

The appendages had always been sensitive, similar to the vines on Effie’s back, and the tightness of her entrance sent shivers of pleasure skittering down my spine, making my hips jerk with the need to be inside of her.

Effie’s clit was stiff under my tongue as I worked it back and forth, feeling the muscles in her thighs twitch with each pass as my tentacles worked to stretch her and get her ready for me.

“Dallan—” Effie said, her voice loud as she reached down to block my tongue from her clit. “I want you inside of me.”

“In a minute…” I told her, using one of my tentacles to nudge her hand away, but Effie would not be dissuaded.

“No, Dallan, now!” she demanded sitting up and nearly sending both of us careening off of the swinging chair. Her green eyes were lit with a blazing need as she pulled my face away from her cunt and began to tug me back up to her again.

…And I followed like an obedient dog, sliding up her body and feeling each curve and divot of it until our hips were aligned again.

I managed to plant one foot on the floor for stability and Effie’s vines joined it until the swinging was minimal and we wouldn’t risk a concussion caused by overzealous thrusting on my part.

Sliding my hand under her back, I brushed past the bases of all of the tentacles on that side until I reached the curve of her ass and then her thigh, lifting it and wrapping her entire leg around my waist.

The motion brought the head of my cock to her weeping entrance and we were ready.

“Are you ready,Anam Cara?” I asked, the endearment slipping out of my lips before I could stop it.

Previously, Effie had never let me get the words out before, usually bringing her hands up to my lips to stop it, but now her face became almost thoughtful and I couldn’t help but reach out to brush against the bond we shared.

Normally, when I got too close, I could feel the rising swell of her panic, but tonight I just felt a sort of acceptance as she nodded before bringing her hands up to grip my shoulders.

Everything about tonight felt soft and different—like the rest of the world outside and all of its problems didn’t exist.

Tonight it was just me and Effie. That was all that mattered.

I pressed the head of my cock inside of her, my tentacles having done their job to stretch her out because I was able to sheathe the entire thing inside her with ease.

Each ridge of my cock was caressed by her hot inner walls, like she was made for me which—I guess as my mate—she was.

Effie let out a little gasp as I began to thrust.

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