My space train of thought derails when Gemma gently slips inside me with one questing finger, making me jolt and shudder like a ship engine on the fritz.
She pauses. “Okay?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic. Don’t stop,” I beg her.
Her answering grin is downright devilish when she adds a second finger, thrusting into me and crooking upward inside my slick, hot channel. It doesn’t take her long to find my species’ G-spot equivalent.
Why yes, I’ve been doing research on human female anatomy. I can be a stellar student when I have the right motivation—such as a gorgeous babe like Gemma. Lesbian porn was totally the ticket. Human women aren’t super different from my people in terms of sex organs, but I was surprised to learn that an Earthling’s G-spot is not always a sensitive area and can be difficult to find. Some of those poor women are really missing out.
In Dravethians, it’s a very pronounced internal ridge that is highly sensitive. So when Gemma finds mine and begins stroking me there, I throw my head back and cry out. “Aah!”
Gemma raises her head, eyes wide. “Holy shit. Is that a species difference?”
I nod fast. “Yes, now touch it more.”
“So demanding,” she murmurs, but the gleam in her eyes tells me she fucking loves it.
Thank Thekmis, she doesn’t leave me hanging. Her fingers massage my sensitive internal ridge, and that in combination with her mouth doing a whole wax-on, wax-off maneuver on my clit has me teetering on the edge of bliss.
When my orgasm barrels down on me with the speed of a warp drive combustor engine, my whole body tightens, my passage clenching around Gemma’s fingers as I explode in deep, throbbing waves of pleasure.
“Fuuuuck. You nearly killed me,” I pant. “I award you a gold medal for that performance.”
Gemma chuckles and gently removes her fingers from inside me. I’m not at all surprised to see them covered in the slick evidence of my arousal.
But then that teasing temptress lifts them to her mouth and sucks them clean, all while her eyes never leave mine.
And that’s when I realize I may have finally found my equal in the bedroom. Gemma gives as good as she gets, and I like ita whole fucking lot. I’ve had partners who didn’t care as much about me getting off once they’d had their orgasm, and some were passive, expecting me to take an active lead in everything. But with Gemma, we’re going head-to-head—no pun intended—with similar enthusiasm.
“You taste amazing,” Gemma murmurs, licking her lips.
“So fucking sexy,” I whisper under my breath.
Two of my tentacles whip out and grab her. Gemma gives a happy little shriek as my appendages pull her into my arms, and we fall back on the bed to lie facing each other.
“Dear Goddess Thekmis, but you totally blew my mind. Thank you.”
Gemma smirks. “I’ve got mad skills.”
Lucky me!
Then a stupid wave of uncertainty hits me, and I bite my bottom lip. “How was it for you? Our physiology is super similar, but… well, what I’m trying to say—super awkwardly—is I hope you didn’t find any of that… off-putting.”
She arches an eyebrow at me. “Did I seem like I wasn’t into it?”
I smile sheepishly. “Well, no.”
“Good, because I totally was. You’re super fucking hot and our sexual chemistry is dynamite.” Gemma leers. “And that sweet spot inside you was a whole lot of fun to play with. I take it that’s the Dravethian equivalent of a G-spot?”
I waggle my eyebrows. “Ours tend to be bigger and more sensitive from what I’ve… read.”
Do not mention downloading lesbian porn on the intergalactic dark web!
Gemma snuggles closer, grinning at me. “You were reading up on human anatomy, huh?”
“I wanted to rock your universe, gorgeous. There’s no way I was leaving that to chance.” I smirk, unable to resist saying, “It was all about learning how to service your love engine.”
Gemma laughs. “Oh my god, you’re such a dork.” She strokes my waist with her hand, and one of my tentacles cups her sweetly rounded hip in response. “And I find it super cute.”
