Luna leans back on her haunches and hurriedly pulls off her top, flinging it across the room. She’s not wearing a bra underneath, but with her small, pert breasts, she probably doesn’t need one.
I can’t wait to touch them. To suck on them.
The thought has me drooling already.
“Ready for round two?” Luna challenges, a provocative glint in her eyes. “After all, we have quite a few hours until Christmas morning—and trust me when I say me and my tentacles can goallnight long.”
“I must have made it onto Santa’s Nice List this year,” I whisper dazedly.
Luna unbuttons her fly. “Don’t worry. What we’re about to do might land you on his Naughty List.”
Yes, please!
I sit up, pulling off my own sweater and the tangled bra Luna’s tentacle managed to undo earlier.
Luna’s eyes dilate with lust as she ogles my breasts, and I give her a sexy little shimmy.
She moans and bites her bottom lip.
I get on my knees and prowl toward her. “I think it’s time for me to return the favor. So get naked fast.”
“You’re on,” she leers.
Within seconds, our clothes are flying.
CHAPTER 8
Luna:As you know, I’m a little overzealous when it comes to Christmas. I find it super fascinating, but I really love the family dynamics of it all. Do you and your brother have any holiday traditions? It seems like that’s a thing in movies but I’m not sure if it’s true in real life. Dish the deets!
Gemma:Hahaha! It’s a real thing. Our big one, ever since our grandparents passed away, is filling a stocking for each other. We tend to get gag gifts, favorite snacks, and something unique each year.
Luna:That sounds totally awesome!
Gemma:We have fun with it. Growing up, Nana and Gramps did something similar. We’d always have one main present to open, but they’d get inventive and silly with our stockings. When I was a kid, my all-time favorite was when my Gramps included a whoopee cushion in my stocking. I brought it with me everywhere and used it in public whenever I could. Talk about endless entertainment to a ten-year-old. Ah, the good old days. I have a lot of fond memories of those years.
Luna:Um, what’s a whoopee cushion?
Gemma:Gasp! Maybe your people call it something different, but basically, it’s a toy that makes a farting noise. My Gramps was a huge fan of Leslie Nielsen from theNaked Gunseries, and he was famous for always having one on him and loved to prank interviewers with it.
Luna:How funny! We should watch those movies together sometime.
Gemma:You’re on! They always remind me of Gramps. But if I can circle back, you mentioned loving the family side of Christmas. Can I ask about your family? What are they like?
Luna:They’re like a lot of Dravethian families, I suppose. Pretty traditional. They weren’t thrilled when I decided to join Kheph and Naj on the Sleigh Belle. We haven’t had a lot of contact for the past year.
Gemma:I’m sorry. That sounds tough.
Luna:It is. I guess I’m still waiting for a miracle, namely them apologizing for being asshats and accepting my life choices. But for now, I’m not holding my breath.
Gemma:I want you to know that right now I am giving you one of my biggest and best hugs. The kind reserved only for family, close friends, and special people.
Luna:I’m honored to have entered that exclusive club. I can’t fucking wait to experience the real thing when I see you. Gemma hugs, I mean. Is there a way we can make Christmas get here faster?
—Sent via FLIRTT (Frequency Link for Interstellar Real-Time Transmission)
Luna
Aclothed Gemma is gorgeous—but naked, she’s downright exquisite.
