“Yours are always far superior,” I reassure with a kiss on his cheek.
“Let’s see how I stack up in providing pain relief.”
Mercer curls over me as I lie flat on my back, his tentacles making a net that holds me in a slow, massaging grip. I turn my head from his long kisses to see the way they writhe, inch by inch, up my arms. Across my breasts. Between my thighs. Every motion is mesmerizing, hypnotizing every spot he touches until the world is sleepy and the tension flees out of my muscles.
“Nice and easy. Nice and deep,” Mercer murmurs between adoring kisses along my collarbone, working a tender tentacle into my aching center.
“So good. So good,” I moan, letting out a sigh. “But it’s not fair. You’re doing all the work.”
“I’m taking away your pain. If you really want to take the tension out of me, all you have to do is lie there and let me in,” Mercer murmurs, nuzzling my ear.
In answer, I wiggle my leg and shake off one tentacle’s loving grip, and tuck my leg pointedly over it, pulling Mercer towards me. Deeper.
“I’ve been letting you in all month. All week. Come in. Stay,” I urge, and my hips arch and play to welcome the curved cock into my depths.
Mercer works his way in with longing sounds exiting his lips. His cock nestles home and holds, and two of his tentacles make a sandwich around it—one comes to rest on my clit, the other slides between my cheeks and teases the puckered flesh hiding there.
“Oh, Mercer. Oh, wow,” I close my eyes as the sensations overwhelm me. It’s like two tongues, licking and sucking, teasing in perfect unison—and then he starts to move, hips dropping more deeply to mine.
“It feels... Incredible. Like there are three of you. My God.” I groan as the tentacles “lick” in unison and Mercer’s ridges rub along the sensitive flesh of my upper wall, stroking my clit and all the most tantalizing spots from the inside out.
“You feel incredible,” he praises, pushing forward and burying the last ridge inside of me, almost like a wedge that seals me around his thick hardness. Once he’s snug inside, Mercer rocks, holding himself above me and looking down with a satisfied smile. “You stretched right around me this time. Swallowed me up.”
It could be the fact that I’m a little touchy lately that makes me ask, “Are you saying I’m loose?”
Mercer looks stunned, then shakes his head. “You aren’t. You’re so snug and sweet around me.”
I squeeze experimentally, and there’s barely any space to move. I give a whimper of pleasure as my walls rebound, deliciously stretched and filled.
“I’m going to guess that the colossal idiot feared childbirth would ‘ruin’ you?”
“How’d you guess?” I sigh.
Mercer squares his massive shoulders, hands gripping my hips. He draws back slowly, letting me feel the caress of every ridge, then pushes back in with the same controlled force, making me dizzy with want as the ridges tease between my clit and all the deep, unexplored spots that I’m discovering, thanks to him. “Even if bringing a baby into the world somehow ‘ruined’ this area for that bastard, it wouldn’t for me. Pencils aren’t the same width as cucumbers.”
For a second, I’m not sure I heard that right.
Did Mercer just make a joking insult about my ex’s dick? It wasn’t anything to complain about, that’s for sure, but compared to Mercer? “Like a scooter compared to a limousine,” I add.
“Guppy to whale?”
“Mm, no, guppy to kraken,” I purr, giggling. “Do you know you’re perfect?”
Mercer’s eyes light up. “Because of my size?”
“No. Yes. Because of the size of your heart. You know how to be serious and help, and when to be silly and make me laugh at things I used to hold onto, things that have been festering for years. Insults I could never ‘disprove’ because I was too afraid to find love again.”
“Perhaps you’ve found it?” Mercer hints.
My throat feels tight around the three little words that I know he deserves. I pull him in for a long kiss, smiling into his eyes. “I know I have.”
Mercer groans, pressed close to me, and I hold onto him, keeping his chest smothered to mine, feeling the weight of him trapping me. The maddening stimulation continues against my clit and between my cheeks, and his cock finds a rhythm that makes me moan on every thrust. As they pick up speed, it just becomes one long, breathless wail.
“I want to fill you again,” Mercer whispers. “Is it still safe?”
“Mmhm. Fuck, yes, Mercer. Fill me, fill every inch.” I clench down as my orgasm hits, making everything inside spasm and shake, and when he feels me exploding around him, his cock does that mind-blowing fluttering jolt, and hot, thick spurts add to our juices. He fucks me through his own release, uneven rhythms staggered by his ejaculations.
“Mm. My mate,” Mercer sighs, collapsing on top of me, still buried deep. His tentacles slink away, down the sides of the mattress.
