“Fuck!” he shouts.
Wrapped around the base of his shaft, my hand jacks him while my tongue makes love to the sensitive head of his cock, licking and teasing the spots I know are most sensitive. When I swipe the tip of my tongue over his slit, his head falls back against a tentacle now bracing him against the wall, and he moans loud and long.
Am I super smug knowing I can unravel Kai’s tightly wound composure like this?
Fuck yeah, I am!
But it also fills me with all the warm fuzzies that I’m the only person who can.
Once I sense he’s fully in the pleasure zone, I use my free hand—I’m multitalented like that—to quest up toward the hidden pouch low on his abdomen. My fingers carefully slip inside, and his eyes fly open to stare down at me, damn near singeing me with their intense heat.
I have plenty of experience with the differences in his anatomy by now, and I find his prostate with ease, stroking it firmly and lovingly while I increase the intensity of my sucking action. My head bobs up and down in time with the hand feeling up his prostate, and it isn’t long until his whole body goes rigid with a tension that signals his impending release.
I peer up at him under my lashes and revel in the wild, almost desperate look in his amethyst eyes. Then I send him over the edge into bliss.
Naturally, I swallow his release like a motherfucking champ.
If blow jobs were an Olympic sport, I would have just won gold.
While Kai’s still shaky and dazed, I wrap an arm around him and help him into the tub, which is now the perfect temperature. With a happy sigh, I settle myself between his thighs, my back to his front, and he wraps both arms and two tentacles around me.
“Were you trying to kill me with that?” he asks, still a little bit breathless.
“If you mean, was I trying to build you a staircase to heaven, then yes, you better believe it.”
He kisses the top of my head and pulls me in tighter. “I think you just about did. It was amazing.”
I pat one of his tentacles, and it wriggles happily. “My pleasure.”
And I mean it.
I’ve found that being able to make Kai feel everything—from joy to happiness to pleasure and even, occasionally, frustration, confusion, or exasperation—brings me an immense amount of joy. Helping Kai to let go and embrace his emotions at the right times is one of my missions in life. The fact that he feels safe enough with me to do so is everything to me.
I’m not a perfect person—although I am pretty damn awesome—and there are things about me that can frustrate him and vice versa. However, we also understand one another and bring joy and laughter to each other’s lives. We trust and believe in one another completely.
Until Kai, I’d never had that with a romantic partner. I wasn’t closed off or anything, but after everything that happened with my parents when I was a kid, I spent a long time protecting my heart, particularly when it came to dating. I was still a romantic, but there was never anyone that I fully opened myself up to. Deep down, I always kept a part of myself guarded and safe, but with Kai, I didn’t even have to think about it. My trust in him was immediate and instinctive. I suppose that might be the way it is when it comes to true love, and that’s what we have. So by all that is holy—namely, Star Trek, Star Wars, and Doctor Who—I won’t let anyone or anything threaten that.
Also, I’m a petty bitch when it comes to anyone who tries to fuck with me. I was ready to do a freaking tap dancewhen Fuckface Fabio, aka Kai’s ex-friend-with-benefits, was finally out of the picture and most likely forever. He, Layne Madison, and Layne’s accomplice Adeline, along with some of their mercenary cohort, are all in the Intergalactic Alliance’s maximum-security facility while they wait for their trial. From everything Ellie and Maddox have told us, all of them are looking at serving serious time, possibly even on a penal colony planet far from Earth. We’ll never have to see any of them ever again.
Which is a huge fucking relief because in a few more years, Kai and I won’t have to just worry about one another and our extended family and friends. We’ll also be protecting three little ones as well.
I lean my head back on Kai’s shoulder and peer up at him. The angle is a bit awkward, but it works. “Can you believe we’ve made it this far?”
He chuckles. “The universe works in mysterious ways.”
“No shit.” I hesitate. “So, um, I know it’s our honeymoon, and we should be getting our freak on and being all lovey-dovey, and I do intend for us to enjoy plenty of that, but I also want to talk about the three little bundles of love that will be here in T-minus five years.”
“Mmm,” Kai murmurs in acknowledgment. “It’s a lot to process. Iyaran biology is so different when it comes to reproduction. I know it was all explained to you, but are you concerned? Is there anything that makes you uncomfortable?”
I lean forward and twist around in his arms to gape at him. “Dude, I grew up on a steady diet of sci-fi films and television. Also comic books. Trust me when I say your species doesn’t have the weirdest mode of reproduction by far.” I shrug. “I’m sure some of Tentaculum Gestarium is going to feel a bit foreign to me since I have no experience with anyone gestating another life form, let alone three at the same time.” I shake my head inwonder. “But it’s super fucking cool, and I can’t wait to meet the kids we created together. They’re going to be the coolest, most epic fucking kids in the entire universe.”
Kai bites his bottom lip and tries to fight back a grin. “Without a doubt, my dear.”
I sigh dreamily just thinking about it. “After your family gave me that photo album with all your super fucking adorable baby pictures, especially you and your itty-bitty tentacles, I was hooked.”
“You’re a total softie, but I love that about you.”
“Yes, but I’m also smart. Babies bring the added bonus of an epic space adventure to the Iyaran home world with you.” I rub my hands together. “It’s like I won the intergalactic interspecies romance lottery when I met you!”
