Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
I might’ve brought him Christmas but he’d brought me so much more.
“I’m…” I had an actual sentence planned but I lost it as he sighed happily and his body went back to making mine sing for him.
His tentacles shifted to restrain me completely, and every time he made a happy sound, his body transferred all that happiness to mine.
Against my prostate.
Against my cock.
Against my nipples.
He loved over every inch of me as he soaked up Christmas, throbbing inside me and sending flashes of pain through me as he whipped his tentacle against my cock. Overwhelming didn’t even begin to describe how it felt to have so many sensations firing through me that I couldn’t sort through them all.
“Please!” I heard myself and I knew half the building had probably heard me too, but I couldn’t have stopped it even if I’d tried. “Please let me come. My Saint. Please.”
Fireworks.
It wasn’t until the lightning shot through me that I remembered our conversation from the bookstore. I’d been so focused on ignoring it so I wouldn’t walk around with an erection all day that I’d forgotten what I’d given him permission to do.
Light me up.
I couldn’t even describe it as pain, but as my orgasm exploded out of me, the overwhelming sensation finally had everything going dark.
When the world tuned back in, I was wrapped up in Saint’s limbs and we were cuddled up on the bed again. The overhead lights were still off so the Christmas ones lit up the room as his tentacles gently stroked over me. “You are physically well, my Colby. I have monitored your breathing and heart. You were simply overwhelmed.”
Yeah. He’d used that word before too.
“Overwhelmed. Yes.” I was going to have to remember what his definition of that was next time. “Thank you.”
Saint hummed and went back to rippling his limbs over me, but thankfully, he didn’t make me explain anything going through my head. “You are welcome, my human.”
There was probably something I should’ve responded back with, but being overwhelmed with lightning cleared my head of just about every random thought. Except that I didn’t have random thoughts. It was hard to ignore the empty warehouse feeling in my head but I didn’t mind it.
So I closed my eyes again and floated in the quiet that Saint had given me. It was amazing but what made it even better was the way he kept me wrapped up tight, grounding me in the moment so the emptiness felt safe.
I found myself running my fingers over the tentacle closest to me, but he had me bundled up so carefully I couldn’t move them any further. He didn’t mind the tiny caress, though. He made a quiet sigh and nuzzled against my head as I gently stroked him. “You take good care of your mate, my Colby.”
Before I could point out I wasn’t talking about that, he did it on his own. “But we will not talk about that now. You are still overwhelmed.”
Yeah, he had a more all-encompassing use of that word than I had.
“Yes…overwhelmed…but the lights…I liked decorating with you.” All it took was one deep breath to lose reality again and when it came back into focus, he was holding a bottle of water and the blanket we’d brought back from my place was draped over me.
Had he called human helper guy?
Had someone else called him?
“Drink, my Colby. It was decided that you must hydrate.” His words made me think one of the neighbors really had called for us.
Great.
“Thank you.” I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Saint or the neighbors, but they decided for me.
As I started to drink, Saint smiled. “Our neighbors have said you are welcome.”
It was official. I had more privacy when I’d been living in the dorms in college with the nosiest roommate ever.
“They’re very polite.” And a lot more well-meaning than my creepo roommate had been. “That was good.”
With Saint satisfied that I’d been hydrated and was now well cared for, his caresses started getting more engaging and less relaxing. “How are you feeling, my Colby?”
Human aftercare checklist.
Got it.
Cuddle.
Hydrate.
Question.
“Good.” That wouldn’t be enough for anyone listening or Saint himself, so I knew I had to give a more thorough answer or everyone would worry. “My muscles are slightly achy but like they’ve gotten a good workout. Nothing more than that.”
Nothing to worry about here.
“My mind is still slightly fuzzy but that’s expected too.” Because it’d been the biggest orgasm of my life. “There was nothing scary about it and I knew you were watching out for me.”
That got me a hug and his limbs rippled happily over my exhausted body. “I am glad you are feeling cared for and positive, my Colby.”
Stroking over me as he set the now empty water bottle down on his small nightstand, Saint was quiet as I relaxed again.