Page 75 of Eat My Moon Dust
“Long term?” she murmured.
I pressed my forehead to hers, cradling her jaw with one hand as she twisted to make eye contact. “You’re my sunrise, Tin.”
It was the truest thing I’d ever said out loud to her. Our unit? It faced the sunset because she liked things cozy. I didn’t need to chase some glorious morning light because I’d gambled all my chips on waking up next to it every day.
“Fuck yes! If that’s not a proposal, I don’t know what is,” Tinsley breathed, her cheeks flushed. Turning in my arms, she yanked on one of my tendrils and pressed our mouths together.
We exploded into a mutual frenzy, ripping at each other’s clothes, grappling with each other’s manes. Tinsley shoved her shorts down her glittery green tights in a rush as my upper arms shirked the sleeves of my coveralls. She tripped with a squeak that I met with a needy hiss, picking her up out of the tangle at her ankles and throwing her onto the bed.
Too starved and bursting with pent up worry, the restraint I’d clung to broke like a dam. I pushed Tinsley’s legs apart and dug my fingers through the delicate net covering her mantle even as I sucked on the damp fabric. It tore easily, her glistening brown and pink slit spread open beneath my thumbs and tendrils from the tension of the garment.
Tinsley shuddered, her abdomen tightening, thighs quivering. I sucked on her little nub as my tendrils swarmed her entrance, all vying for the wet heat I coveted so desperately. The fountain of my health and brittle old heart. I would never be satiated.
She grabbed hold of mysentibefore it made its pilgrimage into her body though, squeezing it with both hands. My breath hitched as she jerked my head to the side, and my mouth popped from her swollen entrance. Gripping her inner thighs with my lower hands, I rumbled in warning.
“Tinsley…” I snarled.
“Call mepriya…please?” she panted, wrapping the end of mysentiaround her palm. I grinned, my canines glinting in the rippling light.
“Be a goodpriyaand let mysentifuck you till I need to change the sheetssss,” I hissed.
But the stubborn sprite defied me. A swarm of tendrils made room for her hand as she dipped her own fingers inside her channel and held my eye, stealing some of her thick waters for herself. When she slipped her fingers along the length of my phallic tendril, spreading her own taste across the muscle, my eyes rolled back with a groan, mane crowding itself out of her mantle again.
She worked mysentiuntil her palm grew hot, mesmerizing me with the push and pull, the way she gripped the end like a belt. My cock strained as my lower hands pushed my briefs down so I could rut the mattress, my tendrils sawing into her in a chaotic rhythm that made her breasts heave.
Ravenous but not mindless, I felt the moment she held her breath and reached an upper palm to her throat, holding her in place. Mypriyawasn’t allowed to wriggle her way out of ecstasy inourbed, inourunit. Especially not when her hot, slick rhythm on mysentimade my cock jump and spill pearl after pearl onoursheets.
Then with a broken cry, she came and I lapped it up greedily, still coming, still hard. She held my tendril like a lifeline, squeezing to the point of pain and I relished every sting.
I climbed up her body and slotted my harpoon head against her swollen channel as she nodded, nails dragging down my abdomen. I pressed her fingers harder into my skin, giving her permission to clutch and grip and bite. We’d leave marks on each other tonight.
I’d make sure of it.
Everyone needed to know what she’d given me forKrismis.
EPILOGUE
?TINSLEY?
I pushed my butt back as Hunar rocked his hips in a languid rhythm, two of his arms gently hugging my ribs and hips as he coded and flashed his colors in the lavender morning light. It was our good morning routine, still draped in a sleepy warmth beneath the covers as he gave me the pearls that had built up in his reservoir overnight. There was no way I’d ever get tired of waking up to his cock rocking between my thighs or his tendrils draping across my neck like a scarf.
He nipped my earlobe and came with a moan, knocking two pearls against my womb. I clutched his thigh to keep him there for a few breaths longer, feeling his shaft pulse inside me. Then I kissed hissentias it tapped on my lips, and he chuckled like a drum full of gravel.
“It’s time to get up,priya,”he murmured, licking the sting from my ear.
I pouted, refusing to open my eyes. “Five minutes.”
The water turned on in the bathroom in the hall and we both looked up from the pillows.
“How much you wanna bet Taha got the mirror before Reha?” I asked with a sly eyebrow waggle.
Hunar bit his lip like I usually did, though I’d had to stop myself for the last week since I’d worried it to bleeding. “Mm, lunch. If I win, we eat in the workshop. If you win, we go out on the tarmac with the others.”
“Deal,” I said, giving hissentia handshake. He slipped from between my legs with a loving rumble of his mane and stood from the bed, gloriously naked and already checking his holotab for work orders.
Me, on the other hand? I shimmied to the edge with a lot of leg twisting and hip jiggling, then rolled to my feet. Striking an Olympic pose with my hands up in the air and my ankles crossed, I felt proud that not a single drop had leaked from between my legs. It was a move I was slowly mastering, much to Hunar’s disappointment. But making the bed was theworst,so if he wanted to watch or felt a frenzy coming on, I had a towel ultimatum.
It had worked once… That was progress, right?
