Page 60 of Claimed By the Deep
"Then we'll have to generate some heat, won't we?" The smile she gives me carries such wicked promise that I feel temperature fluctuations rippling through my form. "Besides, the suit's good for forty-five minutes in these conditions. That should be enough time for a proper goodbye."
She slips into the water beside me with barely a splash, the advanced suit allowing her to move with nearly the same freedom she'd have in warmer conditions. The moment she's fully immersed, I wrap tentacles around her, providing additional insulation against the cold.
"Better?" I ask, monitoring her for signs of distress.
"Much." She reaches for me, the insulated gloves a poor substitute for skin contact but better than nothing. "I've missed you so much."
"And I you." I draw her closer, into the protective circle of my appendages where I maintain a pocket of warmer water around her. "This month has been difficult."
"For both of us."
I brush my lips against hers, testing her response to the cold. She leans into the contact immediately, her mouth warm against mine despite the winter water surrounding us. The kiss deepens, weeks of separation fueling a hunger that surpasses physical discomfort.
"The suit works," I observe when we finally part, relieved that she shows no signs of temperature distress.
"Told you." She presses herself against me, as close as the insulating layers allow. "Now stop worrying and make the most of our time."
I need no further encouragement. My tentacles surround her, creating a cocoon of warmer water while exploring every curve and contour of her insulated form. The dry suit prevents direct skin contact, but I can still trace her familiar shape, stillhold her with the perfect pressure that makes her relax into my embrace.
"I wish I could feel your skin," she murmurs, frustrated by the necessary barrier.
"We'll have to be creative." I guide her toward a more sheltered area of the cove, where an overhanging rock formation provides additional protection from the biting wind. "The suit covers everything?"
"Everything but my face." She gestures to the hood and mask that leaves only her features exposed. "And I'm not taking those off in these temperatures."
"Understandable." I consider our options, then smile as a solution presents itself. "Then we focus on what remains accessible."
I lift her slightly in the water, bringing her face level with mine. My hands frame her face with deliberate gentleness. I trace the contours of her cheekbones, her jawline, the sensitive skin beneath her ears that always makes her body respond.
"Your touch," she breathes, eyes closing in pleasure. "God, I've missed your touch."
"And I've missed your responses." I brush my thumbs across her lips, memorizing their texture anew.
She gasps, head falling back to give me better access. "More. Please."
I comply immediately, exploring the limited expanse of exposed skin with focused attention. My lips trace patterns along her jawline, beneath her ear, down the short length of neckleft accessible by the suit's high collar. Each point of contact is deliberate, designed to maximize sensation in the restricted area available to us.
My tentacles maintain their protective embrace, some generating gentle currents of warmer water around us, others providing support that allows her to relax completely into the experience. I monitor her constantly—body temperature, breathing rate, subtle shifts in muscle tension that might indicate discomfort.
But there is no discomfort, only escalating desire. Her breathing deepens, her hands gripping my shoulders as I continue my careful exploration of every exposed centimeter of skin. When I find a particularly sensitive spot beneath her ear, she moans softly, the sound traveling through water and bone to resonate in my core.
"I need..." she begins, frustration evident in her voice as she realizes the limitations our current situation imposes.
"I know." I press my forehead against hers, sharing breath in the small space between us. "Let me try something."
I shift one tentacle between her legs, pulsing against her pussy. Even through the insulated suit, I can sense her immediate reaction—her pupils expand, her breathing catches, her fingers suddenly clutch at my shoulders.
"Oh," she gasps, understanding flowing between us without words. "That's... perfect."
"Just the beginning," I murmur, increasing the intensity, finding the exact cadence that matches her racing heartbeat. "Let everything else fade away—just you and me, here in this moment."
Her eyes lock with mine, darkening with desire as the sensations build. I continue exploring her exposed skin with my mouth, tasting the salt of her while my tentacle maintains its relentless attention below. The combination soon has her trembling against me, her body straining toward something just beyond reach.
"Cyreus," she whispers..
I respond by adding a second tentacle, positioning it to create a counterpoint to the first. They work in tandem, surrounding her most sensitive area with alternating pressures and patterns that I know will drive her beyond control. Her reaction is instant and primal—her spine curves, her throat releases a sound I've never heard from her before, her fingernails bite into my skin through her gloves.
"That's it," I encourage, holding her securely as she begins to unravel. "Let go for me. I won't let you fall."
