Page 17 of Little Saint Nautilus

“You know…it might feel good on other areas of your body, too.”

I wasn’t sure specifically what areas he meant, but I was very open to discovering them. Not this time, though. As much as I needed toget off—as Cory had called it—I wanted to know what he would look and sound like if I brought him to completion.

“Not right now. I’d like to explore you this time.” I kissed his nose as he did to me earlier. I’d found it a rather sweet action, less intense than kissing on the mouth, but it made me happy all the same.

“I don’t expect you to, Nemo. I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

I shook my head. “Oh, no, Cory. There is no obligation. I have been wanting to touch you since you first let me feel your hand on the beach. This is not something I feel I have to do, but have been hungry to do so.”

“Then who am I to stop you from satisfying your hunger?” Cory shrugged and folded his arms behind his head, giving me access to his entire body. A body thatintrigued me. He had hair on his chest, and enticing bushels under his arms, revealed like little treasures hidden in the reef. I liked his hair, it was so different from my own body. It excited my senses, and I longed to feel it with my cirri. Would he like that? He’d been wonderful about everything so far, but would he really be accepting of that part of me?

I braced myself above him. “Can I…try something?”

“Sure, little one. Whatever you want.”

“I’d like to feel you with my tentacles.”

His eyes rounded for a moment and a splash of pink colored his tan skin. He cleared his throat and nodded once. “With your cirri, you mean?”

“Yes, my cirri. I thought tentacles might be a more familiar term for you in this situation.”

He snorted with amusement. “Nothing about this situation and tentacles are familiar, but I’d like to know you in whatever way you want to share with me, cirri and all.”

An excited thrum rushed through me, and I bent over him and kissed his lips. While the kiss deepened, I called to the part of me that was hidden away, releasing a few of my cirri, but holding back from letting them all out. I didn’t want to overwhelm him. My cirri did as they always do, flicking and switching around, sensing my environment, sending messages through the vibrations and surfaces that they encountered.

I didn’t have control over every movement from them, but with how intent I was to learn Cory’s body, they seemed to be on the same page. A few thin cirri slid over his chest, the hairs exciting the nerves. It was strange feeling him with my hands, and having a cirrus–drawn map in my mind of the geography of his body, like getting a tactile and visual description all at once.

Cory flinched when one first crossed his nipple. I stopped kissing to lean back and watch his face. “Is it okay?”

“Uh, yeah. Tickles a little. I want to see.”

I was elated it hadn’t frightened him, even more so that he wanted to see this part of me. I moved off him and he sat up, leaning against the wall. Sitting on my knees beside him, I touched his chest with my hand and waited to be sure he was ready. He inhaled deeply and indicated with his head for me to continue.

With my hand in place, I released a few of my cirri. He gasped at the sight of the thin tendrils that snaked out of my skin. Cory grabbed my hand and squeezed it, trying to keep from panicking as the cirri flicked over his skin.

“Holy shit! Those are real. This is really happening.”

“This is real, but I can stop if you don’t like it.” I didn’t want to, but I wanted him to have the same offer he’d given me, and for him to feel safe with me.

“I’m okay. Don’t stop. It’s just…shit, it’s real.”

Despite his words, I saw his erect dick buck, making me smile. Clearly, it didn’t bother him, perhaps even excited him. My cirri were spurred on by the thought, and a couple of them played over his nipple. When he gasped and his hips lifted from the bed, they seemed to respond to that as well.

I could produce a type of secretion in several of my cirri which allowed me to grip things in the water. Loving how he reacted to his nipple being touched, I encouraged the production of the tacky substance, and when one of the cirri latched onto his nipple, holding tight to it, he moaned loudly.

“Oh, fuck!” He watched in fascination as it worked along the peaked point, sucking and gripping it. At the same time, I noticed a pearl of liquid at the tip of his cock head. My cirri were enjoying all the rumbling sensations, but I was itching to touch the rest of him with my human hands.

As another cirrus worked his other nipple, I reached down and gripped around his cock. My fingers were much smaller than his, the fingertips barely touching around his girth. The velvety skin was so different from his hairy body, but it felt incredible. I squeezed and stroked my hand up.

“Okay?” I asked before I got lost in the action.

“Yes, shit! Keep going!”

The pleasure my cirri wrung from his nipples hummed in my mind, making my own cock ache as if it werehappening to me. I continued to stroke him, watching as he surrendered to my cirri and my hand. To both parts of me. It was vulnerable to be exposed in this way; however Cory not only enjoying it but accepting all of me made my heart bounce as much as my dick. I kept going, stroking him, teasing him, loving the way he grunted and groaned, and an occasional curse would sneak out of him.

When he had done it to me, it had been all kissing and slow, showing me every careful touch, treasuring me in a way that made me feel precious and beautiful. Seeing him like this was so astounding. I had a lot to learn about human intimacy, but right at that moment, I felt like I had something to share, too. I was desperate to kiss him, to swallow his sounds as he had mine, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. Watching my cirri on his skin and my hand slide along his cock were the most amazing things I’d ever beheld.

“Oh, God. I’m so close, Nemo.” Cory squeezed my knee and arched his back.

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