Page 28 of Tempted by Celestial Bodies

The silvery sound of water running from his body as he lifted himself a little higher met my ears. I felt it trickle over my leg and shuddered. Heat pooled as one set of his tentacles explored the curve of my breast. I felt them slipping beneath, wrapping around, flattening over. My breath caught as his other arm draped up my body to wrap around my throat, a tender caress. Something brushed the corner of my lip and I opened my eyes as the warmth slipped into my mouth a short distance and latched onto the end of my tongue, holding gently. Every point of contact was a siren’s song in my head, a symphony that overwhelmed all thought.

Between my legs I heard him groan and a shiver ran up my spine in answer to his call. Those points of contact became more intense, like the dial had been turned up on the suckers all at once, then relaxed.

I turned my head a little, better to take what I could of a tentacle into my mouth, and was rewarded with another groan and a flex of pressure on my neck in the most delicious fashion.

On my thigh I felt his lips press, hard, into my skin. Careful to not jostle him I found his head and twisted my fingers into those ribbons of hair, cradling his skull.

As if he’d been waiting for permission he turned and latched onto my clit, and bright lights exploded in my vision. My legs jerked and he gentled, his tongue sweeping rhythmically. On my breast, his touch found my nipples and I gasped, my body arching involuntarily. Thoughts of what I wanted next were simultaneously crystal clear and utterly impossible for me to grasp as I struggled to process the myriad of sensations. His tongue swept over me and the fantasies ebbed and flowed as hunger coiled. Inside my mouth, he stroked my tongue and it was all I could do not to pant. I was held entirely exposed and felt like the most fragile, precious thing in existence.

I was climbing toward my peak when his touch slipped away from my breast. A mewl of disappointment slipped from me, my body throbbing with hunger. I tried to move, to look and see what was happening, but his arm along my body pressed me back with a gentle pressure and his licking tongue was joined by a light suction that made the muscles deep inside of me flex and shudder.

His touch moved down my thigh and I parted my legs further, the thought of feeling him inside of me bringing me to the edge. But he held my leg tightly. In his hair my hand flexed, wordlessly begging him for more.

The moan he let out stole my air. Something hot and hard nudged at my cunt a moment later and I arched again, out of sheer reflex, pressing close to that rigid promise.

I couldn’t make sense of it and it didn’t matter, because a moment later he was deep inside of me, aggressively lapping at my clit and thrusting into me at the same time, and all I could do was close my lips around the warm appendage in my mouth and let the sensations sweep over me. The white lights dancing in my vision joined together and the echoes of my own gasping breaths were all I could hear. My hips moved helplessly as the muscles inside of me flexed, contracted, and locked down, hungrily holding him close.

His groan was deeper and joined my own desperate breaths perfectly, the sweetest fucking song. My legs clamped around his head but his movements never once faltered, not until I’d come apart and his moan chased mine. A moment later I felt his orgasm pulse through his body, the rhythmic throbs of it making him bob in the water and dragging us a little deeper, muscles in his shoulders spasming beneath my calves.

My balance unsettled, I threw out an arm and caught myself against the lab floor where I was perched with my ass in the water and my back against the stone, then realised a moment later it was an unnecessary precaution. He’d rightened us both, boosting me further up and away from the water, his breaths as quick as mine.

I glanced down in time to see a softened, but decidedly phallic, organ slip out of me. The hand that had been on my thigh quickly tossed some water over his chin and the slit in his throat and chest as he did a quick clean-up of his softening cock. The grip he’d had on my own throat stroked the same spot on me that his slit was, tenderly, as his organ slipped away. It retreated behind the slit in his neck and chest. Now I knew what it was, I could see the faint, almost invisible silvery line tracing down his throat, and recalled noticing it when I’d first seen him.

I wonder if “sex-starved” is a thing for his people.I flopped back, confident that wouldn’t be a problem for him while I was around, and definitely too happy to give a fuck about the mechanics of it. He nuzzled again at my thigh and a shiver went up my back. My clit throbbed in contentment, responding to him still.

“Is your body comfortable?” he asked me, the words low and rumbly.

Something deep inside of me squirmed in pleasure at the timbre change of his voice. I’d done that to him. “It is.”

“Can I make you more comfortable?” he asked me, and there was definitely suggestion in that question.

If I was any more comfortable, I might die. “Nup.”

He nuzzled again. “We should return home,” he said, and sighed in regret.

I blew out a long breath. Ididneed to go home. That was why I’d organised a flying car back here, to him. “I don’t thinkeitherof my legs work now.”

He was quiet for a minute. When I caught his eye, he was looking at me thoughtfully. “In the future, I will endeavour to stop your arms from working, too.”

Amusement swept through me. Apparently, we were figuring out this translator stuff. “Is that your calling? To fuck me out of my mind?”

He rested his cheek against my thigh, that mischievous twinkle in his eye. “It has eased my agitation. It must be true.”

With a gentle, confident touch, he pulled me fully into his arms. I breathed deeply, then let him take us into the deep. As theories went, it was pretty solid.

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