The orgasm makes my eyes roll back and my toes curl and my legs tremble and for a moment, all I see are stars.
Taking deep breaths and flinching each time his tongue flickers over my now swollen clit, it takes a moment for me to be able to open my eyes again. When I do, I still see stars, but they’re real and on the other side of the enormous window.
“I think,” I say, shifting up onto my elbows, “ That I should be able to fine you, or something.”
Smiling, he asks, “What for?”
“For keeping your tongue behind a wall this whole time.”
He lice his lips and slowly uncoils himself. “You can have my tongue any time you want it.”
“What about your cock? Can I have that any time I want it too?”
“I am at your disposal.”
He pulls off my underwear he’d previously pushed to the side, and I unhook my bra, passing it along to him, too.
I don’t pay attention to what happens to them because Sirin’s tentacles curl back, wrapping behind him until his strange and beautiful cock is ‘front and center.’
“I want to touch you,” I tell him. “But I can’t risk staining my hands again.”
I wriggle my fingers at him with a sad smile.
It had been a nightmare to keep hidden before. Now…
He holds out one of his tentacles. “Show me what you want to do.”
Show… oh.
I wrap my hand around it and he copies the movement, wrapping one of his inner tentacles around his cock.
He mimics everything I do. I stroke, he strokes. I squeeze, he squeezes.
It’salmostenough, but it’s nowhere near as satisfying as it would be to do it myself.
“Sirin?” His name is soft on my lips. “I dream about you too.”
His eyes close, his head tips back and he groans. I hear him whisper something that sounds like a prayer, and then his tentacles roll forward, pulling him on top of me, covering me.
His cock presses at my pussy, barely entering me and my body contracts, trying to pull him inside.
“I have spilled so much cum at the thought of you, Cherry,” he says. “So much cum that should have filled you. So much that should have flooded out and marked you as mine.”
He thrusts,finallygiving me what I crave.
With other clients, it’s just mechanics and chemicals.
With Sirin… I want him to melt into me. I want him to be a part of me I can’t leave inside the booth or wash off later.
Kissing him, I let myself pretend we’re in his dream.
I pretend we’re in his bed, lovers without any secrets or money shared between us.
“You’re not going to waste a drop today, are you?” I ask.
His breath lays a trail across my shoulder and his lips follow. “Nothing is a waste when I’m with you.”
“Good.” I whimper when a sucker latches on to my clit. “Because I want it all.”
