Page 65 of Eat My Moon Dust
I was still as wobbly as jelly, and he easily nestled between my legs again, our chests pressed against each other. Tongue swiping the corner of his mouth, he held up one of his pearls, fingers wet with iridescent semen. When his eyes drifted to my lips, I stuck out my tongue and he placed the pearl in my mouth like it was an oyster throne.
Sweet citrus, like oranges on Christmas morning. I rolled it around while he watched, giving him a dazed smile, and his posture stiffened with focus.
“More,”he hissed, rubbing the next against my lips as I swallowed. I opened my mouth again as he aimed his cock towards my pussy. Rubbing his harpoon head in our mess before sinking into my body, his tendrils massaged my throat and chest.
My eyes rolled back, and I committed myself to drowning in Hunar’s frenzy until dawn.
23
?HUNAR?
Lavender painted the sky as Surya rose somewhere beyond the horizon. From Tinsley’s window, Big Blue was visible, the pre-dawn catching the poisonous water planet’s atmospheric halo like a silvery knife.
I sat on the edge of her bed, staring at my forearms andsenti.I was naked, but clean, having hoisted her into the shower for one last frenzied fuck before she finally fell asleep, limp as a noodle in my arms the moment she was under her blankets.
I hadn’t been able to sleep. Too wired, too worried. So here I sat, waiting for the wardrobe to finish cleansing her comforter so I could tuck her in again.
Sweet? Sure, it was a sweet gesture. But also indulgent.
Flexing my fists, the stripes on my arms rippled. I glowed with health,literally.My ruby markings were visible in the thin light as if illuminated from behind. But my heart clenched with concern. I looked back at Tinsley’s serene face, her silk a messy nest around her features as she scrunched deep into her pillows and breathed in soft little sighs. Her mouth was open…
Was that drool?
I smirked, but it was short-lived. We’d said and done a lot of things last night–mind-blowing things–but coming down from the high of a frenzy we’d strung along for weeks had me twisting my tendril tips with concern.
Humans don’t coil, we just… fall in love.
I clung to those words hard. As far as my instincts were concerned, I had to play for keeps. She thought I’d been too wound up in her body to notice the wobbly insecurity she was so good at hiding. Every time she thanked me for making her come or wrapping my tendrils around her throat, it had sounded too much like she thought she might lose me when the sun rose. Like I would ever deny her.
Or… this was her way of showing gratitude, and last night was just the same as every pair of underwear she’d given me. A gift for us both to remember the first Winter Festival because she thought we shouldn’t be encoiled afterwards.
I rubbed my face with one upper palm, scrubbing away that thought. There was no fucking way. Everything I felt was real, and Tinsley was a shit liar with a heart of gold that could move mountains. We weren’t bad at communicating. Against all odds, we made a killer team.
This? This was both of us being gun-shy because we started off fake and didn’t know when the lie had morphed into the truth. Going through the motions for Zufi had muddied the waters.
Which touches had been quiet confessions?
What ifallof them had?
No more circling each other, hoping the other was psychic and could figure it out. I needed to step up and make a clear offer. Take a sure chance, even if it felt like I was diving without a parachute.
Did my heart always beat this fast?
Fuck.
I had a list of things to do longer than my mane. I couldn’t stay any longer.
The wardrobe emitted its low, harmonicvromphsound, signaling the end of the cleaning cycle. Caught up in the clouds of my mind as I imagined a timid future–mornings that smelled of spicedsidurand Tinsley’s silk on my pillow–I draped the warm comforter over her body and picked up my dhoti and tabard, both wadded up on the floor. Backing out of the room was physically painful, and I stared intently at her sleeping features until the door hissed shut.
My tendrils shuddered and I gripped the red linen to my groin a little harder, but I reined in the temporary despair. I had less than a week before the Winter Festival, a festival of gifts and gratitude.
What could I give Tinsley that would show her how much I love her?
Mysentirumbled with ideas, but I hissed it into submission.
Pearls didn’t count.
I pulled on my dhoti, having to hold them closed since I’d destroyed the latch in my desperation the night before. The tabard was a lost cause though, so I thanked my lucky stars it was too early for most people to be awake and padded into the kitchen to toss it in the trash.
