Chapter 17
Now that you’re settled into your relationship, you might be asking yourself—how do I keep the romance alive? That’s a good question and one you should think about!
Even the most committed relationships can become stale or stagnant over time.
It’s easy to fall into a rut or simply settle into a routine with very little deviation.
Variety is the spice of life, as they say, and it is crucial to keeping the romantic zest in your relationship zesty!
Try to commit to regular date nights as a couple.
Plan them around things that appeal to you both, and sometimes to your partner’s preferences.
Show them you care and prioritize them and their happiness.
Surprise gifts from time to time aren’t a bad option either, so long as they are in alignment with what your partner enjoys.
You don’t have to break the intergalactic bank either.
A meaningful handmade gift can hold more romantic value than an item from a store, or you can find time to do things with your partner that you both enjoy.
Whether it be outdoors and adventurous or cozy and comforting, remember to always consider time, place, and needs.
Long story short, just because you’ve won each other’s hearts, doesn’t mean you don’t still need to work at keeping the romantic vibes grooving!
Gemma
Once Luna and I are back on the Sleigh Belle and in her quarters, the clothes start flying with gusto. We’re both riding high on the events of the day.
Who could have known so much would happen during a simple visit to an intergalactic theme park?
But I’m not complaining. In my mind, everything that went down today was an important step toward building our future as a couple—and helping me determine how to pursue my passion as a doctor.
The Quantum Tunnel of Love ride also gave both of us some profound insight into what we want.
Family’s deeply important to us, and I’m already bound and determined to help make her dream of reconnecting with hers and gaining their acceptance a reality.
But far more moving still was that final shared dream that gave me a vision of what being with Luna decades from now might look like.
It wasn’t anything elaborate or spectacular—but somehow, it was exactly what I want.
That cozy picture kindled a deep yearning in the very core of my being.
It reminded me of the love my grandparents shared.
They were together for over fifty years, and to this day are still the happiest couple I’ve ever known.
That’s not to say they didn’t have their share of ups and downs and issues they had to work through, but the fact that they triumphed over those potholes in the road of life and came out better and stronger on the other side was always inspiring.
Their commitment was rock solid, and they never strayed from the promises they made. Thus, it came as no surprise to Felix and me when they passed within a few months of one another—as if they couldn’t bear to be apart, even in death.
When I was younger, I often fantasized about having a relationship like theirs, but as I got older and experienced the realities of dating, I quickly became disillusioned and settled for what I could have.
I admit, those relationship failures weren’t entirely the fault of the women I dated.
None of them ever inspired me to go all in with them either.
I always held a part of myself back, instinctively knowing none of them were the one for me.
In my heart of hearts, I was holding out for a love that could stand the test of time like Nana and Gramps’.
Then Luna burst into my life like a green-tentacled tornado, upending my whole world and causing me to dare to dream once more.
Yet I still held a part of myself back, not fully able to believe that the proverbial shoe on the other foot might not drop at some moment and obliterate my poor, foolish heart.
But over the weeks we messaged with one another, and then after we finally met in person, those jaded doubts began to disappear one by one until I was able to believe in what Luna and I could become.
So when she declared her love for me and practically proposed in such an adorable, earnest outburst, complete with excitable tentacled gesticulations, the last flimsy barrier around my heart dissolved, and I was swept up in a tidal wave of emotions I’d been barely keeping at bay.
The deluge was overwhelming, but also pretty damn blissful. I couldn’t deceive myself any longer that I’m as much in love with Luna as she is with me.
In a heated frenzy of passion, we tumble onto her bed together, desperately touching every inch of each other’s bodies as if to confirm that we’re real. That what happened in the tunnel wasn’t a dream.
“Galactic gods, I love the way you feel in my arms,” Luna groans.
“You stole my line,” I chuckle.
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 I put 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.
“Aah!” I cry as Luna’s tentacle continues stroking me like it could do this all night long.
Now there’s a thought…
My brain stalls when said tentacle starts to gently rub up against my clitoris and then trail down to tease around the outside of my entrance. The sensation is intense and becomes even more so when said evil tentacle begins to vibrate better than a Hitachi Magic Wand.
I’d momentarily forgotten it could do that.
Although I don’t know how on Earth—heh, pun intended—that slipped my mind.
It’s been a bit of a day, so I’m blaming it on that.