All three of my hearts are doing a cheer inside my chest.
“But back to your earlier comment, not all humans are the same, physiologically speaking,” Gemma explains, going into full-on doctor mode. “I’ve been with some partners who don’t experience any stimulation around that area where the G-spot is believed to be situated internally. However, human medical science has not definitively proven its existence either. Granted, I am more sensitive than some when it comes to internal stimulation. That, in combination with massaging my clit, tends to give me even stronger and more intense orgasms.”
Dr. Gemma is sexy smart.
I perk up at what she revealed about herself. “You don’t say?”
One of my overeager tentacles waves enthusiastically in the air.Pick me, pick me!
I clear my throat, trying not to sound as eager as I totally am. “How would you feel about one of my tentacles giving your G-spot some stimulation—and vibration?”
I find her answering flush totally charming. Everything about her is cute but also sexy.
Oh fucking hell.
Apparently, I’m that kind of lesbian who can fall hard for a woman right after sleeping with her.
No, it’s too soon. I’m not in love. Yet. I’m still a bit giddy after coming so hard I nearly experienced astral projection. Yeah, that’s what’s going on.
Gemma reaches out to pet one of my tentacles and all my conviction about not falling for her starts to fall apart. “I think Imight like to try that at some point, but I don’t think I’m ready for it tonight.”
And she communicates?Swoon.Talk about a perfect woman—good in bed, brilliant as hell, sexy as fuck, and knows how to be direct and honest. P-E-R-F-E-C-T.
She takes hold of my tentacle she’s been petting, and it acts like a puppy wanting more of her touch. “Do you think we could use this baby to both get off together one more time?” She winks. “Some fast and furious tentacle frottage, if you catch my drift. No pun intended.”
Now we’re talking!
My tentacle happily moves between our bodies, ready for action. Gemma isn’t the least bit shy, slinging one of her legs over my appendage to get better contact and then rubbing herself against it. And fuck is that ever hot.
Not wanting to be left out of all the fun, I quickly join in. I move my leg over Gemma’s hip and shiver at her soft, panting breath against my cheek. We’re so close now that I can’t hold back from kissing her. Gemma’s equally enthusiastic as we explore each other’s mouths while pleasuring ourselves with my tentacle.
The taste of myself on her tongue is so intoxicating that it makes me downright dizzy.
I can tell Gemma’s close when she gasps and starts full-on grinding her pussy into the side of my tentacle.
“That’s right, gorgeous. Use my tentacle as much as you need,” I urge her, pressing my clit harder into the vibrations too. After all, I have plenty of experience with how to use my appendages on myself as well as others.
Gemma’s eyes flutter closed in concentration as her pussy wrangles my tentacle like she’s a space bronco rider at the intergalactic rodeo. In moments, her entire body strains and tightens as she cries out her release.
“Ahh!”
It doesn’t take long until I’m also seeing stars again.
Once the waves of pleasure subside, we flop onto our backs, sighing with satisfaction.
“That was—pun intended this time—out of this world,” Gemma manages to say.
I can’t help but snort a laugh. Now I can also add the fact that Gemma is funny to the list of her amazing qualities. Fuck, at this point I don’t need a simple list. I could start writing a full-length book titledGemma’s Epic Book of Awesomeness.
“Glad you liked it. I was concerned you might be freaked out by the sexy-time skills of my tentacles, but clearly I was angsting for no reason.”
Gemma grins. “I’m not shy when it comes to sex and personal pleasure. With or without a partner, I’ve often enjoyed using toys for internal and external stimulation.” She gently pats my tentacle. “Why not enjoy a more organic but equally enjoyable option? I’m already a convert to the Sex Church of the Tentacle, so to speak.”
My heart swells in my chest, and I pull her into my arms, so damn grateful to have this opportunity to be with someone so amazing. Now I need to make sure I don’t fuck things up. I don’t want to be too clingy too fast, but I also kind of want to spend every waking moment getting to know Gemma better.
She snuggles into me willingly, her soft, full breasts pressing into my much flatter chest. I love the warm weight of them against me.
“I still can’t believe that I’m actually here,” Gemma whispers. “All of this is mind-blowing, to say the least.”
