Luna lets out a playful growl and gently tackles me, making me squeal a little.
This time when we kiss, there’s a tightness in my chest that’s part pain, part pleasure. It’s as if I can’t get enough of Luna and want to devour her completely. The intensity of it nearly knocks the breath right out of me.
I never knew true love could be so powerful and overwhelming.
Our bodies writhe against each other, and in almost synchronized motion, we each begin to stroke the other’s pussy. We’re even more sensitized than last time, and there’s something almost sacred about coming together like this.
Once Luna’s gushing around my fingers, I waste no time delving inside her and questing for that spectacular version of a G-spot that she possesses. When I find the sensitive ridge, I go to town, alternating between pressing down with firm pressure and stroking my fingers against it.
“Gemma!” Luna cries, her hand on me faltering.
“Let me pleasure you,” I purr.
She shudders all over and then her body relaxes, submitting to my request. It’s a heady sensation. Giving herself over to me like this, when I know that’s not Luna’s MO, tells me how much she loves and trusts me. I want to bask in the glow of this feeling and never let it go.
My fingers are full-on performing an infinity loop maneuver on her G-spot that’s driving her wild. It’s finger-fucking worthy of a gold medal if you ask me.
Right when Luna’s passage clamps down tight around my fingers, she cries out and her body convulses as she orgasms. I can’t tear my eyes away from how stunning she is, naked and trusting in my arms.
When she finally stops twitching from the aftershocks of her release, I gently remove my fingers that are wet with the evidence of her arousal. Remembering how much she liked it last time, I put on a teasing little show as I slowly and suggestively lick them clean.
Her eyes spark with fire and my heart squeezes in my chest. She yanks me closer for a deep kiss, and I willingly yield to her. Luna’s talented tongue conquers my mouth, licking and tasting every square inch of me in a way that makes me even wetter with desire.
Right when I think I might lose my ever-loving mind, Luna flips me on my back and moves between my legs. Her beautiful green skin, damp with sweat, is stunning in the low light of the room.
“I really want to fuck you with one of my tentacles now. Would you like that?”
Holy fucking hell.
My pussy throbs in time to some primal beat, and I swear all my nerve endings are doing an enthusiastic cheer, all in favor of getting tentacle-fucked. I wasn’t ready until now, and I can admit that it was because I was holding back. Acknowledging and committing to the love I have for Luna has freed me in so many ways, but it’s also made me want to know all of her—including this.
I gulp. “I’d like to try it but I’m a little nervous. To say I’ve never experienced anything quite like what you’re offering is an understatement.”
Sure, I’ve had plenty of women finger-fuck me, one who even wanted to try and put her whole hand in there, but Iput the kibosh on that. I’ve also, with a partner and by myself, used some rather fun toys that, in combination with clitoral stimulation, gave me deeply intense orgasms.
But I’ve never had anything quite like one of Luna’s tentacles inside me.
The prospect doesn’t scare me at all anymore. In fact, my whole body is pulsating with the need to feel her inside me like that. I know Luna will be careful and gentle. She’d never hurt me. I believe that now.
No, at this moment, my only concern is that I’m going to like this a little too much.
Totally tentacle sex-positive gal right here, folks!
As if reading my mind, one of Luna’s tentacles comes to hover between us, and I stare in amazement as it starts to glisten wetly.
“What the?—?”
Luna grins at me. “Hold on, baby. Self-lubricating tentacle for the motherfucking win.”
That makes my pussy clench hard enough I fear I might damn well orgasm before she even gets her tentacle inside me.
I lick my lips. “Show me what I’ve been missing, honey.”
Her answering grin is full of passion and promise.
Using her calloused hands, she spreads my legs wide, stroking my sensitive inner thighs, and I tremble all over. Her lubricated tentacle moves closer to my center and then gently, almost playfully, slides between my labia, smoother than silk.
My body bucks, and I’m glad I don’t fall off the bed. That would be super awkward.
