Page 74 of Tell It To The Waves

Bohdi leans in, tongue out, and swipes it across my lips. “It’s still my favorite flavor.” He savors the taste of the chocolate and me, sucking in his bottom lip.

My breathing becomes faster, my nerves on fire. “What is this, Bohdi?” I whisper, hoping he doesn’t hear me, but he does.

“It’s whatever we want it to be, August. No strings, just friends.” His eyes hooded.

“No strings?” I breathily ask, swallowing hard.

“None.” He moves closer, capturing my lips, and I let him. Bohdi devours me before breaking the kiss, leaving me panting,resting his forehead on mine. My eyes pan to his, which are looking down on me. “Let me taste you,” he begs. And I want to deny him. But denying him is also denying myself and what I truly want at this moment.

All I can do is nod my head; my vocal cords don’t work right now. And I don’t want to break whatever this is because I think if I can get my voice to work, I’ll end whatever this is.

I watch his fingers slide up both my arms, and then back down, leaving a trail of goosebumps, before he’s pulling my tank top over my head. My breasts fall heavily, bare. Swallowing audibly, I watch both his hands cup my breast before squeezing them, pushing them together, his nose going into my cleavage, breathing me in. A wet, cold trail follows the wake of his tongue as he circles around one nipple, then the other. Pebbling them with his cool mouth, the whole time we were watching the other.

“Oh,” I cry out, letting my head fall backward.

Looking back at him, his eyes still on me, enjoying the way my face reacts, and the color blooming on it.

I feel his hands on my shorts, hurriedly pulling at them, desperate. I help him, unbuttoning, letting them fall to my feet. My panties follow, stepping out of them both, kicking them to the side. I stand naked in my bakery kitchen with my first love, allowing him to do whatever he wants to do to me, because no strings, just friends. I lie to myself. And what a perfect lie it is.

Bodhi steps back, running his eyes from my face to the dark dusting of hair on my pussy, his finger traces my starfish tattoo before both his hands swipe through his hair, a smirk on his face. “Spread your legs, August.” His eyes gleaming with arousal and need. Knowing him, I am reflecting the same.

I moan. Because those words coming from his lips. Fuck, they send me. And I do, I listen to him, spreading them wide. Okay with the aftermath of this night.

I watch as his hand comes in front of him, slides down my stomach, causing my skin to goosebump on its descent, over my pubic hair, down my slit, finding my opening, which I know is already wet.

His groan is loud and feral. He doesn’t prime me; there is no need to.

I gasp, “Oh God,” when his finger enters me, my eyes on him.

His mouth falls open just a bit, his eyes closing as my wet warmth consumes his finger. “Fuck, August,” Bohdi moans my name, and it sounds so good coming from him.

Working his finger in and out, he takes his other hand and spreads me apart, revealing my swollen clit, pulling my hood as far back as it will go.

I bite my lip when he drops to his knees, eyes looking up at me as he smiles, places his nose over my pussy and breathes in, inhaling me, never losing eye contact with each other.

“I’ve dreamed of your scent for years; it haunted me, August. My own personal ghost, never letting me go.” Bohdi leans back on his knees. I watch his tongue slip from between his lips, my breath hitching, my body shivering when I feel his warm breath over my clit.

The slightest touch- that’s all he does with his tongue and I moan so loudly, my body quakes. His tongue has left invisible paths from years ago, and my body automatically responds, knowing he’s fixing to trail them once again.

His lips encircle my clit, sucking. “Bohdi,” I moan his name. The sensation is too much, especially when I feel his teeth bite down- not hard, but just enough to send shivers up my spine.

Bohdi growls when he tastes me, before slowly rotating his tongue around my clit, repeatedly. All the while, he still clamps his lips around it.

Removing his hand, he roams them up my thigh, snatching a hold of it and guiding my leg to his shoulder. I bloom fully open, my pussy on full display.

Unclasping his mouth from me, I feel his wetness trail down to my entrance before shoving his tongue inside, caressing my walls. Opening my eyes, I see him watching me, and watch his mouth spread wide, tongue still in me, smiling up at me. Looking fucking beautiful.

My eyebrows draw up. “Don’t wreck me,” I beg him.

In an instant, he pulls away from me, lifting me onto the counter, spreading my thighs apart. “As you wrecked me?” His eyes are full of hunger.

I watch his hands leave my thigh and grab the bowl full of batter, dipping his hand in it and coming away with a glob of chocolate, rubbing it down my breast to my stomach. The coldness shocks me, making me jump, but I sit there and watch him as he coats me with chocolate. It drips off my pebbled nipple to my clean thigh, before he bends his head and licks it clean.

He paints my body with chocolate and then lets his tongue clean a path down to my spread legs. His chocolate-covered hand grabs my pussy and squeezes. My head falls back with a moan, his name leaving my lips. “Bohdi.” A mixture of begging and pleading. For what? For him to stop? For him to keep going? For him to not wreck me?

His clean hand pushes my shoulder back, which tips me to the back of my tailbone. “Legs on the counter, spread,” Bohdi instructs me, chocolate on his chin.

Biting my bottom lip, I do what he says, spread myself wide open for him.