Chapter 8 #2
“Hmm. I’d say the words that trip off your tongue with barely a breath in between have the power to stupefy and occasionally paralyze others.”
I ponder that. “Perhaps it’s another one of my weird half-Quintharian superpowers?”
The slow, sensual grin that spreads across his face gets me all hot and bothered.
“No, darling. I think that’s all you and your natural talent.”
I continue to warm to the idea. “Like a word-whammy ninja. I take down my foes with my verbal ninjutsu!”
Kai starts laughing and my chest fills with warmth at the sweet sound.
When his laughter subsides, he gazes deep in my eyes. “Have I told you lately how much I fucking love you?”
I pooch out my bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. “It’s been a while, and I’ve been waiting.”
“How imprudent of me. I shall have to remedy that right now.”
He begins trailing kisses down my neck, right where I’m most sensitive, dammit.
Did you know you can get weak in the knees even when you’re lying down? Yep. Kai Genaro has that power over me. Sexy-ass motherfucker.
I gasp as he reaches my clavicle. “Quit teasing me and tell me what you want.”
He lifts himself up on his forearms and gazes down at me, flames of desire burning in his eyes. “I want to make love to you.” He grins. “With my cock and my tentacles.”
I wriggle with enthusiasm beneath him. “Sounds brilliant to me.”
With a sexy growl, Kai lays siege to my mouth, kissing me with an almost desperate fervor. Not one to ever be super passive, I meet him with equal passion, and our tongues tangle as we devour one another’s mouths.
That alone is enough to have my dick hard and ready for some real action now.
No one has ever turned me on quite like Kai.
The man—and his tentacles, let’s be honest—drive me wild.
It’s kind of a superpower of his. With him, I don’t have any inhibitions.
I mean, I never had a whole lot, but I can let my geeky freak flag fly with Kai.
I can tell him exactly what I want, and I know he’ll be more than willing to give it to me.
The man wears onesies for me even though they aren’t really his thing.
If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.
Three of Kai’s tentacles come out to play, and before I can fully process that development, my ass is lifted in the air and my legs are slung over Kai’s shoulders, two tentacles holding them in place.
The third coils itself around my shaft, already slick with the natural lubricant it produces, and starts to jack me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, knowing exactly where this is going.
But I still can’t hold back a cry that’s equal parts pleasure and surprise when Kai spreads my cheeks and dives tongue first into my ass.
Rimming is yet another of his superpowers.
His hot tongue circles my entrance with teasing, torturous skill and leaves me desperate for more.
I enjoy a good rimming like any man who understands the magic of having his ass eaten out, but I had no idea how fucking mind-blowing it could be before Kai.
He approaches it with the same quiet, focused intensity he does with most things—which makes my heart melt into a puddle of goo every time—and the man is next-level.
His mouth worships my hole and drives me wild, teasing me with the prospect of more. My nerve endings are on fire, and I find myself clenching with the need to have him inside me.
Note to self—I need to work on upping my own rimming game so I can make him go equally nuts.
When the tip of his tongue finally breaches my entrance and pushes inside, my back arches and I cry out.
“Ahh! More. Don’t stop.”
When I bottom, I’m bossy as hell.
Okay, to be fair, I’m kind of bossy in the bedroom—period. But Kai loves it.
Being the fucking amazing husband that he is, Kai obliges my demands until I’m babbling semi-incoherently.
He removes his tongue and lowers my legs off his shoulders, and I lie there dazed and more than a little desperate.
The tentacle around my cock lets go, and Kai uses it to lubricate his erection, which I stare at longingly.
Get that bad boy inside me now!
“Are you ready?” Kai asks, ever the gentleman.
“Fuck yeah, I am. I need you so bad I think I might lose my ever-loving mind if you don’t fuck me right fucking now!”
His lips quirk. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we.”
It’s my turn to growl at him. I throw in a little teeth-gnashing as well to show I mean business.
Kai moves himself into position and I reach up to link my hands behind his neck. I make a conscious effort to relax as he enters me with his glorious thick, hard cock. Once embedded to the hilt, he pauses for a moment to let me adjust.
Every time he’s inside me it’s wondrous and sets my heart racing, but somehow it’s also, in some inexplicable way, like coming home.
When we’re physically and emotionally connected like this, it’s as if we’ve become a Force Dyad, just like Rey and Kylo Ren.
Together, we become one with the Force, sharing our strength and life energy with one another.
It’s so fucking amazing and hits me in the feels every damn time.
There’s a vulnerability to this degree of intimacy between us that I’ve never experienced with anyone else, and I’m pretty convinced I never would have.
Like Ula told us earlier, the bond Kai and I have is the stuff of destiny.
We were meant to find one another. Like two galaxies locked together in a gravitational dance until they merge into one, we’re awesome alone but even better together as a dynamic duo.
Kai starts to move inside me while his talented tentacle strokes my cock. My body lets go and I give in to a pleasure more than physical.
It’s so much deeper than that.
We’re so in sync, I swear I can hear our hearts beating in time with each other—and that’s pretty impressive considering he has two and I only have one. But that’s beside the point.
Time becomes fluid as my entire being centers around our bodies and minds being joined together in the most intimate of ways. All I see and feel is him.
It doesn’t take long until I’m nearing my climax.
“So close,” I whimper.
Kai grunts in acknowledgment as his thrusts become wilder and more desperate. The familiar tingling pressure at the base of my spine builds and my balls tighten and then I’m coming as I tumble over the edge into bliss.
Kai’s not far behind me, and he shudders with the pleasure of his release before collapsing on top of me.
Early in our relationship, he used to worry about doing this to me. My boo is a big softie, and he feared he might hurt me or make me feel suffocated.
As Cher from Clueless would say, as if!
I fucking love it. It’s like he’s my very own post-orgasm weighted blanket. I don’t entirely know why, but I find it relaxing, and the floating sensation I get from it fills me with contentment.
Once Kai regains his strength, he rolls off me and pulls me into his arms, my back pressed against his front. We lie there, allowing the aftershocks of our lovemaking to subside.
He trails feather-soft kisses along the back of my neck and I shiver.
“That was amazing,” I murmur. “If this were the lovemaking Olympics, we’d have won gold.”
He chuckles.
I turn in his arms to face him and brush his damp hair away from his forehead.
“I thought the sex was supposed to get less intense after marriage, but I’d say we’re bucking the norm. If anything, it gets more and more intense with you every time.”
“Well, we’ve only been married for a few weeks.”
I gently flick his forehead. “You know what I mean.” I press my hand to my chest. “This is gonna sound super cheesy, but I don’t care. Our sex is more than just getting off. It’s as if we’re connected at the heart now, as well.”
He presses my free hand against his own chest, where I feel all two hearts thumping in time with each other. “You’re not alone in that. I feel it too.”
“You know, I read about this phenomenon in romance novels growing up. But as much as I loved the idea, it always seemed more fantasy wish-fulfillment than reality. With you, I’ve learned that it is real if you find the right person.” I sigh dreamily. “Or hunky extraterrestrial with tentacles.”
Kai chuckles but his eyes glisten with unshed tears. “The powerful bond we share is always present between us, but so much more palpable when we make love. It’s more beautiful than the Rainbow Nebula or any of the other wonders of the universe.”
I tilt my head up and kiss him languidly before sighing and resting my head against his chest. “You know what? I think I’ll need to write a memoir of my life with you one day, to give hope to all my fellow romantics out there who wonder if they’ll get to experience the magic of true love.
We’re living proof that it’s no myth. That makes us pretty damn legendary in our own right. ”
He cuddles me closer. “We are what romantic legends are made of.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”