“You’ll get it.”
“Promise?”
He nods. “After I’ve gotten yours.”
Sirin fucks me like every encounter up to this point was for the sole purpose of learning what my body desires.
He only makes me struggle for a little bit before he releases my hands and lets me take hold of his face.
Suckers latched onto my nipples, hugging my hips and pulsing on my clit, it doesn’t matter how he’s holding me, I don’t know which way is up.
And I don’t care.
I could die in this moment, with no regrets.
He drags my orgasm out of me with a few more sucks and strokes, and I pull one of his tentacles into my mouth, sucking so I don’t scream.
I tremble and shake and all my muscles seize at once, and he holds tight to me as the pleasure he pulls from me washes through me.
My eyes are still closed when he moves me, juggling me down through his tentacles until he can slide me back into the warm water.
“How are you feeling?”
“Divine.” I take a deep breath and open my eyes. “I might have to bribe the staff to get your schedule so I can be here waiting for you every time.”
“I’ll have them forward it to you.”
I laugh and let him crowd me back to the wall.
He leans close, tentacles on either side of me like the hands he doesn’t have. “I will take any stolen moment I can get with you.”
I kiss him and want, so badly, to offer him more.
I kiss him and let his tentacles lift my legs. I let his lower body consume mine while his cock slides into me.
Water sloshes over the sides with each thrust, and I hold on to his face, kissing him as deeply as I can.
Whispering his name against his lips, I say, “You promised me your cum.”
His breath hitches as he nods. “It’s yours. Every last drop is yours.”
“Good.”
But when he moves me again, his tentacles angle my hips, making me shiver as he hits all the right spots.
“Just one more time,” he whispers, pinching my clit. “No one can hear you outside this room. One more time for me and?—
I tense as I come, and the orgasm sings in my chest and the back of my throat. Everything vibrates, and when he grunts, clinging so tightly to me, I almost feel like we could melt into each other.
My eyes cross as he keeps playing with my oversensitive clit and even as he comes, filling my pussy like he promised, I wonder if he won’t try to make me come again.
He sinks into the water when he’s spent, and when his cock slides free, his cum pours out of me in an ink-like bloom.
The waves we created have cleared away the bubbles and I watch it curl in the water.
“Promise it won’t stain?”
“Yes.” One tentacle waves back and forth through it and it disappears.
