Page 59 of All You Need is Alien Love
“Let me take care of you, babe.” He reaches down between us and takes hold of my cock, stroking me with both of his talented hands.
My tentacle decides to join the party, and the way River’s positioned right now leaves him open and ready for my tentacle to prep him for the next round of fun I have planned.
With my hands still holding his ass cheeks, I gently pull them apart and my lubricated tentacle dips into the water, making a beeline for his entrance.
“Let me get you ready for my cock,” I tell him.
His hand movements stutter for a moment as the slick tip of my tentacle circles around his pucker.
“Oh, fuck, how I missed your tentacles.”
He moans as I tease him with the tip, circling and pressing against his sensitive nerve endings there.
“Hmm. That brings me to an important point,” I murmur. “Did you use that tentacle-shaped dildo on yourself?”
River stills as the tip of my tentacle barely breaches his entrance and stays there, unmoving.
He narrows his eyes at me. “You’ve learned far too many tactics from Lord Vardox, haven’t you?”
I lick my lips. “Well, I am a most attentive reader.”
Fire ignites in the depths of his emerald eyes. “I’m definitely going to give you payback for this later.”
My lips twitch. “I shall look forward to it, darling.” I narrow my eyes. “Now, please answer the question.”
The tip of my tentacle, barely inside him, wriggles slightly, and he groans.
“I confess! Guilty, officer,” he replies dramatically. “It wasn’t my fault! I was really fucking desperate.” His hole clenches around my tentacle tip. “I swear, it was nowhere near as good as the genuine article. All I could think of the whole time was how much I wanted the real deal inside me.”
I growl and thrust my tentacle deeper inside him, making him shout with pleasure.
“Let me show you how much better my tentacles are.”
I loosen him further, readying his passage for my cock.
Not one to be outdone, River resumes his skillful stroking of my now aching and rock-hard dick.
I too felt the terrible torture of these three days without him.
I marvel at how different my sex life with him is from my previous relationships. The raw need I feel for River surpasses anything I ever experienced with former lovers. Sex was always enjoyable, but not an experience I needed with the kind of regularity I do when it comes to River.
Even after several months together, our lovemaking still feels fresh and exciting. In other relationships, this side of the dynamic between me and a partner often became stagnant and almost redundant before too long. After a while, we’d be going through the motions to get off and then go our separate ways.
I never would have realized how magical lovemaking can be if I’d never met River.
He’s taught me so much in such a short amount of time, and I find I’m eager for what other things I’ll learn from him in the future. Indeed, while the enforced abstinence of the last three days was difficult to bear, harder still was not being able to hold River in my arms as we slept.
Sleeping alone was a miserable experience that I hope I never have to repeat. Even when I’d manage to drift off, I’d startle awake and immediately search for River’s warmth. Lying alone in the guest bed at my parents’ house had left me cold and empty—and yearning for my mate. Finally having him back in my arms, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible, I am whole once more.
Our passion rivals an inferno and before long, I can’t think clearly. All of my mental and physical focus is now turned toward reaching that magical and glorious climax. River senses that I’m close and redoubles his efforts, rolling my balls in one hand and stroking me fast and firm with the other.
When he leans closer and gently bites on one of my nipples, the unexpected maneuver topples me over the edge, and I come with more force than I anticipated. My climax leaves me tenderand sensitized all over, my body tingling from the aftershocks and my tentacles vibrating with contentment.
“Didn’t see that move coming,” I finally manage to say.
The smug look River gives me as he wipes the sweat from his brow is full of triumph. “I’m like a sex ninja. Stealthy and full of surprises.”
I chuckle and lazily resume thrusting my tentacle that’s still in his ass. His eyes roll back in his head when I deliberately focus on stroking his prostate.
