Pushing myself up to standing, I go to him and as soon as I reach him, his tentacles wrap around me, lifting me up so that I don’t have to reach for him. I wrap my arms around his neck and I kiss him the way I’ve wanted to for months.
He groans into my mouth and the sound reverberates through me… I need to be naked.
Why didn’t I strip while the bot went through its legalese?
Damn.
I need to get his jacket off first.
My hands go to the buttons, but I don’t understand them—there are no holes, they aren’t snaps—so I tug… just enough to get my point across and say “Off.”
He tosses me onto the bed and his tentacles peel the jacket off of him with such precision, I still don’t know how the buttons work when he throws it over the chair I’d been in when he arrived.
I unbutton my pants and let him shimmy me out of them as I pull my shirt off and throw it toward the chair too.
Thisis how I should have been waiting for him.
He moves back and looks down at me… “I must have done something to please a higher power.”
Tentacles moving up my thighs, over my belly and latching onto my breast, sucking through the lace, he shivers.
“I’ve dreamed of doing this,” he says, coaxing yet more skin. “It’s my bed in those dreams. You were always waiting for me when I closed my eyes.”
His suckers kiss their way across stomach.
“Should we make those dreams come true?” I ask, gasping as he pinches at me.
“Some of them.” One tentacle wraps fully around my thigh, then another does the same, like vibrant living garters. “We don’t have time to bring them all to life.
“Can I do this, Cherry? Can I have what was previously only available in those dreams?”
“You can have anything you want, Sirin.” It feels important to say his name when I give him that permission.
He licks his lips and I blink at what Ithinkare three separate tendrils.
Tentacles tightening, Sirin buries his face between my things and his tongue…
Dropping my head back, I gasp at the teasing strokes and the way he toys with me.Playing.
I grab hold of him when he sucks at my clit, not for respite, but for survival.
I need to hold on.
Fingers gripping his head, I don’t have to steer him. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
He flicks and sucks and stretches and probes.
Sirin is so good at this. Maybetoogood at this.
Not that I’m silly enough to complain.
Not that I have the wits or the breath left for that.
All I can manage are little sounds of encouragement and need.
Then, the pieces of his tongue swirl around my clit like they’re twisting a dial and he turns me all the way to eleven.
Sirin! I don’t know if the word escapes the short circuiting of my mind. My whole body coils tight. Every muscle burning to a bright point of tension that has only one release.
