Page 57 of All You Need is Alien Love
Two of my tentacles come out and hold him firmly in place. “Patience, my love. I want us to take our time tonight.”
“Whhhyyy?” River whines. “I’m horny as fuck. We haven’t been able to sex one another up for three whole days.” He struggles against my tentacles to no avail. “I need some relief or I might lose my ever-loving mind.”
I stroke his curls, marveling at their springy texture.
“All in good time.”
He glowers up at me. “You’re planning to torture me tonight, aren’t you?”
I laugh. “If you mean making love to you slowly and passionately, then yes, that’s exactly the torture I have planned.”
He arches an eyebrow. “I swear, the longer I know you, the more I understand why you love my Tentacular Tales series so much. You’re Starblade on the streets, but Lord Vardox in the sheets.”
I nip at his earlobe and nibble on it, making him squeak and squirm in my hold.
By now, I’ve discovered every erogenous zone my mate possesses, and I intend to make full use of them all tonight.
“If you’re only now realizing that fact, then I have to say you’re a little bit slow on the uptake.”
He gasps in mock affront. “How dare you, sir.”
I chuckle and grab the plastic pitcher I brought with me, filling it with water.
“Simmer down for a moment and let me wash your hair like a good mate.”
He sighs dramatically but settles his back against my chest. “I’ve never met a man who takes so much delight in washing my hair. Heck, none of my other partners ever washed my hair, now that I think of it.”
A third tentacle comes out, slithering down his torso and along his inner thighs, making him gasp and shudder with need.
“I like the fact that this is something only I have ever done for you as a lover.”
River swallows thickly as my tentacle continues to caress the tender flesh of his inner thighs and all the way up to the top of his groin, always staying within a hair’s breadth of his cock but never coming into contact with it directly.
River gasps and one of his hands goes out to grasp the edge of the tub. “There’s a limit to how much teasing I can handle right now.”
“Duly noted, darling,” I tell him as I tip his head back and pour water over his golden curls. It takes a couple of rounds until I manage to get his hair appropriately wet, and then I start to sensually massage his scalp, kneading in the shampoo as I go.
River moans. “Fuck. You’re so fucking good at this.”
I smile, my chest filling with pride.
When my eager tentacle curls gently around his erection and slowly begins to stroke him in the water in tandem with my hand movements on his scalp, River groans.
“About fucking time,” he whimpers.
It isn’t long before I have him panting and moaning in my embrace. Two of my tentacles gently restrain his arms so that he can’t touch himself, allowing my third tentacle to take full control of the pleasure he’s receiving.
I’ve only just rinsed the shampoo from his hair when River’s body stiffens and he cries out in satisfaction, my tentacle having brought him to his first release of the evening.
I smile to myself, admittedly a bit smugly, again.
This is only one of several climaxes I intend to help him reach tonight.
River slumps back in my arms, limp and satiated, and I take the opportunity to massage in the conditioner he likes.
Early when I met him, I was fascinated by his hair and secretly spent some considerable time online educating myself on the care and maintenance of natural curls. River’s hair is so gorgeous that I became determined to help him keep those curls as beautiful and well cared for as possible.
In retrospect, this should have clued me in to how special he was to me from the start, but I wasn’t ready to accept that truth right away.
