Taking that as an invitation, Luna pulls me toward the bed, and we tumble on top of it eagerly. She straddles my hips, her eyes searching mine. “What do you want?”
I’m nearly thirty and not shy when it comes to sex, so I tell it like it is. “I really want to come. How about you?”
She grins at me. “Glad to know we’re on the exact same wavelength, beautiful.”
Her tentacle fondling my breasts somehow manages to undo my bra underneath my sweater and then starts going to town. My breasts are more sensitive than some women’s, especially when I’m aroused, so I’ve always enjoyed having a partner play with them. But I’ve never felt anything quite like having them groped and massaged by a very talented tentacle. It’s next level, that’s for sure.
I squirm beneath Luna, my pussy throbbing with desire.
“I think we’re both in need of some immediate relief,” Luna says, another one of her green tentacles moving to hover between us. She arches an eyebrow. “I told you these babies are multitalented, and that they vibrate.”
I gulp and nearly choke on my own tongue.
“Would you like to feel that?”
Who the hell wouldn’t?
I nod vigorously. “Now please.”
“So demanding,” she purrs. “I love it.”
By now, my panties are a soaking wet mess, and my pussy is throbbing so hard I can barely think.
Luna’s second tentacle dips under the waistband of my leggings and then under the hem of my panties, slowly making its way toward my core. I shudder and moan as it moves between my legs, sliding easily along my slick slit.
Luna’s eyes flare with lust. “Dear Goddess Thekmis, you’re so wet for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp in mock outrage. “I’ve been like this every goddamn day since I first saw you. Now please, do something about it.”
Luna closes her eyes and shudders, then opens them again. “Gorgeous Gemma, the things you do to me.”
Her eyes remain trained on me as the tentacle in my pants rubs back and forth along my slit, brushing against my clit almost teasingly.
“Ahh!” I cry out.
Luna grins and that’s when her tentacle begins to vibrate. I lose my ever-loving mind.
My Hitachi Magic Wand pales in comparison to Luna’s tentacle.
I mean, I brought it in case, but it doesn’t look like I’ll be needing it.
“More,” I demand, reaching down and pressing into the pulsating appendage, rubbing it against the most sensitive part of me—which, for me, tends to be right next to my clit rather than directly on it.
“That’s it,” Luna coaxes. “Show me what you like, baby.”
The familiar sensation of my impending climax builds, and I grind her tentacle against me until I explode and damn near see stars. The vibrations from her appendage draw the orgasm out even longer, and I give myself over to it, my core throbbing in time with my heartbeat until I finally descend back to reality.
I’m a quivering mess when Luna retracts her extra appendages from beneath my clothes, and I manage a weak chuckle. “We didn’t even get naked.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll remedy that in a moment,” Luna promises.
I already can’t wait to get her off.
Luna pulls the tentacle that gave me one of the best clitoral orgasms of my life toward her, and I can’t look away as she licks my essence from it.
“Mmm. You taste sweet,” she purrs.
Another gush of liquid heat pools between my legs, and I develop an immediate determination to eat this woman out until she’s an equally quivering mess. I may not possess vibrating tentacles, but I do believe I have a very talented tongue.
