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Maybe also because when he made me come, it probably sounded like I was getting murdered.
“For all of the times that you don’t understand me, my love,” he went on, “there are almost as many times as I do not understand myself.”
It was my turn to “Shhh” back at him. “Nia’n’an, no one ever knows what the hell they’re doing. Just because I’m human doesn’t mean anyone gave me an instruction manual.” I leaned up a little and bit his chin. He refocused on me then, but still seemed concerned. “If they had, it wouldn’t have taken me so long to find you!” Because my logic was unassailable, he relented some. “So even if it takes a few hours, or it gets weird, it’s going to be fine because I’m withyou. And, in actuality, ‘getting weird’ is kind of like our entire relationship’s theme, because you have two dicks and they’re both inside of me,” I said, laughing. “Although, if I get to pick, I choose the mating for hours version of things. Though I really do want to see you make a sperm packet one of these days, because, like, what’s that, like a spider’s version of coming into a sock?”
He tilted his head. “Why would someone waste sperm in a sock?”
“Exactly, Nia’n’an. Why indeed,” I said, full of a ridiculous amount of love for him.
It didn’t matter what we added into our lives, or how many children we brought into our world, this would always be us.
Hanging together by a thread, in the best possible way, for eternity.
“Fucking fuck me?” I asked him, grinning.
He bowed his head to mine again, and I knew he loved me too. “Yes, my love. Of course.”
NIA’N’AN
I should have put both of my last pair into Sloane in this fashion months ago.
I’d never seen her so sensitive before, and every movement I made inside of her set her off—even if my tonguehadn’t told me she was ovulating, I thought I would’ve known it by her actions.
And I imagined each rhythmic squeezing she made as she repeatedly came as pushing the perfect egg down to meet me.
Her eyes were heavy lidded, and she was panting. “I feel like you’re just torturing me now, Nia’n’an.”
“I am preparing you for me.” I leaned over and let my tongue loll out to lick her, in one steady stripe, from a pert nipple up to just beneath her ear. “Were I to torture you, you would know it,” I said, but then began moving inside of her again, for her sake.
She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around my neck. “Okay, but, I’m not sure how much more of this I can physically handle—orgasms take a lot of energy, I’m feeling wrecked.”
“I’m waiting for the right moment—but don’t worry. After this I will nest with you.” I already had elaborate visions of the space I would create for her in my mind. Billowing cushions of webbing, mounded in comfortable piles, in any configuration she might enjoy. “You need never leave this room, if you don’t desire to. I will bring you anything you want.”
She gave me a dreamy smile. “Piles of books and coffee? And you’ll walk all the dogs?”
I nodded, then rubbed my pair inside her in that way that she liked.
“Not fair,” she complained into my neck, but then herhips answered my call as she started making the small helpless noises I adored.
“You can give me one more, my love,” I said, drumming my pair in quick succession inside of her. “I know you can. You’re so close,” I murmured. “Just give it to me.”
I felt her tense and sway and then heard her groan. “Nia’n’annnn,” she said, swimming her hips against mine, as I felt her tug and release so pleasingly.
And then something switched inside me, as I went entirely still. Much of me was covered in ways to interpret my environment—so of course my last pair should be no different.
Which meant I knew that it was time.
She pulled away from my neck and looked up at me with dark eyes. “You’re either going to fight off a cave monster, or...” she said, letting go of me to fall back a little into the webbing I’d created for her with absolute trust.
“Or...” I said, as everything in my body target locked on her.
She bit her lower lip and then slowly let it roll out. My hips started jerking back and forth as I carefully held her, making her take both of my last pair, again and again. I would’ve worried about her, but she reached forward and pulled her thighs even wider for me.
“Get as deep as you can,” she urged me, before moaning as I did so.
“Yes,” I agreed.
Preparatory fluids began to leak through my channels—so much so that they filled Sloane and then spilled out,making it that much easier for me to slide in and out of her—and I realized something special was now happening.
