Page 45 of Santa Has Tentacles

“Yourwhat to do when you’re going to keep your humanlist?” His nod didn’t surprise me. “Thought so.”

They were single-minded at the very least.

“I’m glad you have a list.” It seemed to be the only reasonable response when he finished stripping me and carefully guided me into the shower. “Are you getting in too?”

“No, my human. Your penis requires rest.” Giving it a stern frown, he extended his limbs so I was under the spray but he was outside of the shower. “It is stubborn and highly motivated by touch.”

Yep.

“It likes you a lot.” Shrugging, I let him move me around and did my best to keep my desire under control while he quickly washed me down. “I like you too.”

“You also liked being watched, my Colby.” Somehow, he timed that helpful tidbit right when his tentacle washed my stubborn dick.

Who would’ve said hello if we’d given him a few more minutes to recover.

“Yes. I had fun and everyone seemed very nice.” I wasn’t sure if we were talking about it or just acknowledging it, but I decided to be a good sub either way…and since Saint thought a good sub communicated, that was what I did. “Did you like it?”

The way he’d first described it still had me wondering if he would have second thoughts about it or if he’d end up feeling bad.

Whatever the alien version of Dom drop would be.

Nothing in his behavior made me think there was a problem, but um, he was an alien and I couldn’t read his mind.

Maybe he needed me to remind him of that?

“This is one of those times I wish I could read you as thoroughly as you can me.” As he turned me back around under the water, I could finally see his face again and he wasn’t as serious.

“I had forgotten.” Running one tentacle over my head, he smiled and looked slightly apologetic. “Human limitations. You do so well with our species it created a momentary loss of reason.”

“That’s okay.” Kissing a tentacle that moved past me, I grinned when he let out a chuckle. “We’re still figuring things out.”

And we’d keep running into those kinds of issues for a while.

Interesting labels on our relationship or not.

“I am feeling very content—I believe is the word—regarding your pleasures.” Nothing in his behavior said he was leaving out important details, so I nodded and it kept his explanation going. “The human emotion of pride seems to best fit my thoughts about how our breakfast ended.”

That was the point where he looked slightly…guilty, maybe.

Making a guess, I pretended not to notice his reaction and smiled. “I’m glad you were proud of our scene…and hopefully how good I was. No one seemed to mind us playing in the dining hall. Or did I miss any negative responses?”

I hadn’t.

But asking let him process the scene again.

“There were no negative responses. Asking if any of their questions were distracting was important to me, however.” He frowned as he turned me around to rinse me once more. “I didnot realize many of my people have not found an appreciation for the information in books.”

He really didn’t get that judging by the expression on his face. “There are many subjects in novels that provide a deeper understanding of humans. Especially the genres of romance and erotica.”

I loved the way he saw things.

“Like what?” Smiling as he turned the water off and wrapped me up in my towel, I let him bundle me up and carry me out of the bathroom.

“They illustrate common human communication failures.” Bringing me over to the bed, he sat me down and went to work efficiently drying me off.

He was serious about the whole “penis needs a rest” thing because it got a gentle pat but that was about it. My dick tried to get dramatic but the conversation was actually interesting and that managed to keep him soft.

“They discuss human anatomy in ways that medical texts do not.” Frowning, Saint sighed theatrically. “We were not told how much fun the male prostate was.”

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