Page 68 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
Eventually, we start to move together, finding our perfect rhythm like our bodies were made for one another.
The ridges and pleasure nodules on his cock are so electrifying inside me, I swear I see fireworks explode behind my eyes. Every time he thrusts in and out of me, they scrape along my inner walls and against my rim—and make me feel like I’m going to lose my mind.
I’ve never experienced anything quite like it and undoubtedly never will again.
Yep. As I suspected since that first night we spent together, Najar Mezdel has officially ruined me for any other man.
But I don’t let that detract from the ecstasy I’m experiencing right now. Instead, I try to carve every second of it into my mind—maybe even my very soul.
After all, I’m sure I’ll have many lonely nights ahead with only my hand to comfort myself when all I will be able to do is conjure up memories of this time together.
I’m so lost in the bliss Najar’s bringing me that when the head of his cock makes contact with my sensitive prostate, it’s so much sensory overload I nearly shoot upright in the bed like a young Linda Blair inThe Exorcist.
Najar flashes a devastatingly gorgeous grin. “Right there, is it?”
“You’re evil,” I moan.
“I’m just ruthlessly committed to bringing you to the heights of ecstasy, my dear.”
I can’t help but think it’s woefully unfair that this amazing man is single.
But then the thought flits away as Najar focuses on nailing my prostate with unerring accuracy and devotion.
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod,” I chant.
At least, that’s what I think I say. I’m not entirely sure.
The pleasure is almost too intense and yet somehow not quite enough. I sprint for the finish line.
“Close,” I gasp out, my hips rising to meet his forward movement.
Najar’s hips speed up and my back arches when I finally crest that magical peak and tumble over the side into pure bliss.
For a moment, it’s as if I’ve achieved some kind of astral projection into another dimension, and I’m floating on a fluffy cloud. Then I plummet back down into my body right when Najar finds his own release, emitting a long, low moan as he empties inside me.
The gush of heat inside me is unfamiliar and far more intimate than I could have imagined.
I’ve always practiced safer sex with my partners, even the few men I had long-term relationships with. We never had penetrative sex without condoms.
I’ve certainly had some men try to persuade me into it in the past, but I’m not much of a risk-taker, and if I’m honest with myself, I don’t know that I ever trusted any of them enough to take that kind of gamble.
With Najar, it’s totally different.
Of course, at my urging, we completed in-depth health screenings in the medical bay on the Sleigh Belle to confirm that we’re both negative for any illnesses. We’d also researched quitea bit and discovered that cross-species transmission of most illnesses is rare.
All of that certainly helped me get comfortable with the idea of not using protection and alleviated my anxiety about any kind of health risks involved.
But what really sold me was my unwavering belief in Najar.
Maybe I’m a fool, but I trust him to keep me safe.
And I wanted to have something special with him—something I’ve never had with anyone else.
Gradually, I recover from what was most certainly the best sex of my life. Of course, that’s also when I have yet another moment of post-orgasm super-clarity.
I’m seriously falling in love with Najar.
And I don’t think there’s any turning back now.
