“ O h, Bourne. Don’t look so worried. Of course I’m going to stay.” I ran my fingers over the scales on his arms and chest.
“I don’t want to leave. Even though I haven’t been here long, this place feels like home. You feel like home.”
He picked me up and twirled me around.
“Kendall, little one, I love you. I’m glad you’re staying.” Bourne pressed his forehead against mine.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I will do everything in my power to prove to you that you made the right decision.”
“I won’t regret it. I know what I’m getting into.”
Bourne’s tentacles reached out for me.
“Can we try something?” I asked.
“Anything.”
“Stay there.” A flash of boldness entered my thoughts, and I began to sway my hips to my favorite sexy song.
I’d never done a strip tease before, and I’d always thought my first time would be on land, but, whatever, I could improvise.
I sashayed to the bed, gyrating my hips, squatting and standing slowly.
With every motion, I inched the dress up higher before turning around and shaking my ass.
Bourne’s groan spurred me on.
I bent down like I’d seen porn stars do, but I didn’t think I was doing anything nearly as sexy.
“Can I touch?”
“No.” I felt powerful.
Beautiful.
Wanted.
I pulled the dress over my head and climbed on the bed backward.
My legs fell open and I rolled my nipples between my fingers, tugging lightly.
I sucked on two fingers before baring my pussy to Bourne’s view.
He groaned and reached for his cock, taking two definitive strokes.
My fingers made a V shape over my clit, and I rubbed circles around it.
“Is this how you like to be pleasured?” Bourne’s voice was raspy.
“One of the ways. There are many things I enjoy,” I teased.
“Do you like?” A guttural moan tore from his throat.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Bourne nodded.
“Will you try something for me?”
“Anything, little one.”
“Fuck me. I want to feel you on top of me.”
“I’ll crush you.”
“You won’t.” I made a come hither motion.
“You’re going to place your hips between my legs, and feel my breasts press against your chest. I’m going to wrap my arms around your neck, and my legs around your waist.”
“Then what?” Bourne’s glowing eyes illuminated the room.
“Then,” I whispered, pulling him closer to my core.
My arms wrapped around his neck, and I spread my legs as far as they’d go.
“Now… now you’re going to shove your cock deep inside me, and fill me. You’re going to ride me, take me hard and coat me with your seed. Then, we’ll take a break, and go for round two.”
Bourne allowed me to pull him over me, careful not to place his full weight on me.
His cock teased my pussy, rubbing against my clit and tapping my entrance.
He rested his weight on one arm, and used his free hand to rub his cock around, teasing my hole.
He rubbed it against my clit with slow, deliberate strokes before sinking into me slowly.
“Faster. Not slow. I want you to take me.”
He withdrew from my body and I wanted to cry at the loss.
I shifted my hips, searching.
Wanting.
Needing.
He cupped my face in his palm, and slammed into me without warning.
I grunted a garbled ‘yes, like that’ and he continued.
My nails raked down his back, and my words slurred together as he grew impossibly thicker.
A cool tentacle played with my ass, but did not enter, while another tangled in my hair pulling my head back and another filled my mouth.
Bourne’s mouth nipped at my shoulders.
A zing of pleasure and pain mixed as his thinnest tentacle breached my ass.
Full.
I was stuffed full and loved every minute.
I grunted, groaned and sucked, showing how I enjoyed the fullness of Bourne.
Suddenly, his tentacles left my mouth and ass, and his hands grabbed me under my arms as he shot jets of essence into me.
His body quivered, and he flopped down, cradling me in his arms.
“You amaze me,” he murmured, eyes shutting.
“You’re pretty terrific yourself,” I said.