Chapter 8 #2
“Good, because I totally was. You’re super fucking hot and our sexual chemistry is dynamite.” Gemma leers. “And that sweet spot inside you was a whole lot of fun to play with. I take it that’s the Dravethian equivalent of a G-spot?”
I waggle my eyebrows. “Ours tend to be bigger and more sensitive from what I’ve… read.”
Do not mention downloading lesbian porn on the intergalactic dark web!
Gemma snuggles closer, grinning at me. “You were reading up on human anatomy, huh?”
“I wanted to rock your universe, gorgeous. There’s no way I was leaving that to chance.” I smirk, unable to resist saying, “It was all about learning how to service your love engine.”
Gemma laughs. “Oh my god, you’re such a dork.” She strokes my waist with her hand, and one of my tentacles cups her sweetly rounded hip in response. “And I find it super cute.”
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 I might 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 titled Gemma’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.”
I run my fingers through her beautiful red hair, marveling at the way her soft curls spring back into shape every time.
“You’re adventurous and brave,” I say. “At the same time, you’re already adapting like a pro to your new situation.
I’ve been totally wowed by the humans I have met so far.
Despite your world lacking the scientific and technological advancement to travel the universe, you seem to adjust to new situations and surroundings with surprising ease.
Sasha, Felix, and now you have all acclimated to traveling on the Sleigh Belle quite fast.”
“Well, I’m not sure about Sasha, but Felix and I grew up on lots of sci-fi movies and TV shows.
Gramps was a fan of all the Star Trek franchises, and Nana loved shows like The X-Files.
” Gemma chuckles. “Felix was always a way bigger nerd than me about it all—he collected a lot of sci-fi comics in his youth—but I enjoyed my fair share, namely shows with hot female leads. Star Trek: Voyager was my favorite. Mmmm. Captain Janeway was so hot.” She waggles her eyebrows at me.
“I enjoy strong, independent women who don’t take shit from anyone. ”
My lips twitch. “So, women like yourself?”
“Exactly!”
I nod approvingly. “Same for me. It’s part of why I left my family and home world. There was no way in hell I’d ever be a submissive or subservient partner to some warrior. Blech. Instead, I wanted to forge my own path and be my own woman living my life on my terms.”
My tentacles make an accompanying rah-rah gesture.
Gemma’s mesmerizing blue eyes glow warmly as she studies me. “I can totally relate. It’s one of many reasons I think we click big time.”
I swallow nervously. “Er, so, uh, what exactly is our status now?”
I’ve been wanting to bring this up ever since she arrived, but more so now that we’ve been intimate. For me, tonight has made my connection with Gemma even stronger.
Her hand comes up to cup my cheek, her fingers caressing lightly against the line of my brow, my nose, and my lips. I shiver under her touch.
“After what we just shared, and all our long-distance conversations over the past few weeks, I think it’s safe to say we’re seeing one another.” Her eyes narrow. “Exclusively. I don’t like to share.”
I swallow hard, my hearts fluttering in time with the butterflies in my stomach.
“We’re on the exact same wavelength, beautiful.
” I take hold of her hand and pepper gentle kisses across her knuckles.
“Look, I know this thing between us has been fast and far from typical, for reasons, but I haven’t vibed with anyone as strongly as I have with you—ever. ”
I’m honestly terrified of somehow jinxing this before we have a chance to really see where it goes.
Gemma studies me for a long moment and then smiles. “Same. And we’ve already got the sexual compatibility box checked off. Now we need to see if we’re compatible in the other ways we each want in a partner. But I’m excited to explore all that with you from here on out.”
“Me too,” I whisper, trying not to get all mushy and teary-eyed.
Gemma nuzzles into my collarbone, and my tentacles undulate contentedly behind me.
When she lets out a jaw-cracking yawn, I reach down to pull a blanket over us and use the voice command system to turn the lights off.
“Sorry,” Gemma mumbles. “Everything’s been so hectic the last week or so. I’m exhausted.”
“It’s cool, babe,” I assure her. “Let’s get some sleep. After all, tomorrow’s Christmas Day, and I have zero doubt that Khephren’s going to be up bright and early and demanding we all ring in Christmas morning together.”
Gemma sighs deeply, then her breathing slows as she drifts to sleep in my arms.
I stay awake a bit longer, enjoying the warmth of her skin against mine and savoring the rightness of it all. While I don’t know what tomorrow holds, let alone the distant future, I am officially a believer that Gemma being here with me right now is a Christmas miracle.
One I don’t intend to squander.