Page 75 of Tell It To The Waves

“A pure fucking masterpiece,” he praises me; I can feel my cheeks blooming with his words before he captures my lips, sucking and biting them. Our tongues become one, swirling around the others. Hunger and need are prevalent in the kiss.Breaking away, leaving me panting, Bohdi moves between my legs, torturing me with his mouth. Breaking his contact with me, I cry out.

“I want you to come for me, August.” He bites the inside of my thigh before ravaging my pussy, the way his tongue worships it makes me want to kneel before him.

I can’t hold it in. I need to orgasm. My bent legs shake, my heart rate picks up. “I’m going to come, Bohdi.” And those words seem to make him go faster, his tongue flicking my clit, his finger hitting my g-spot, and on a scream, I let myself come loose. Coming and crying out his name, praising his mouth and him, shaking.

He slowly laps my pulsing pussy, sending shockwaves throughout my body. And all I can think about is tasting him. Needing him in my mouth. Without a warning, I push him back, hopping down off the counter and onto my bare knees. My hands unbutton his shorts, letting them fall, followed by his boxers. I stare up at him under my lashes, a smile on my lips, “My turn,” I mewl.

“Fuck,” he growls out when I take the base of his cock in my palm, applying pressure, encasing it with my fingers.

His fingers comb through my hair, tightening it into his fist, sending a little sting to my scalp, but in the best way possible.

Pre-cum hangs from the tip of his dick; tentatively, I stick my tongue out and taste it, moaning when it hits my taste buds, familiar and consuming. I can’t wait a second longer. In one motion, I have his dick in my mouth, closing my lips around it and sucking. His moans fill the kitchen and urge me on. I become faster, adding my teeth, just like he did on my clit.

“Yes, suck my dick, August,” he growls out. His hold on my hair becomes even tighter.

My gagging and his moans are the only sounds around us.

“I’m fixing to come,” he warns me, but I take my hand to his ass cheek, pushing him deeper into my mouth, letting him know I want it all.

“August!” he screams my name when his hot liquid shoots to the back of my throat. I swallow, moaning in approval all while continuing my sucking, getting every last drop from him, needing it.

His hold eases on my hair, and I slowly let his dick free, pulling my head back, and it pops out from between my lips.

I watch it as it jerks up and down, light cum appearing. I lick the tip, and he hisses. Looking up at him, sucking in my bottom lip, his hand comes down to my face; his thumb rubs my chin as he slowly blinks. “You’re here to ruin me.” He cocks his head to the side. And I smile at him. Because I hope we ruin each other.

Standing up, I have dried chocolate batter all over me. I look down at myself and laugh. “Oh, hell.” I run to the oven and open it. “Great.” My cookies are burned, not bad, but not edible.

Grabbing a potholder, I place both trays onto the stovetop. Turning around to face Bohdi, “Whelp, those are trash.”

He laughs as he buttons up his shorts, not taking his eyes off my dirty naked body.

Slowly walking toward me, his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me to him. “Come to my room and take a bath.” He whispers into my ear, making me close my eyes, swallowing hard, still tasting him.

Pulling back, I look at the kitchen.

“Come back and clean it tomorrow.” Bohdi tells me, his face with a slight sheen.

I look down at my dirty, naked body, and back at him. “Okay.” Spinning around, I turn off the oven. My nerves decided this is the time to spike, why? We just let him devour us.

The door to his room creaks open. Stepping in, he hits the light switch. Trying not to laugh, I turn to him. “Pretty.”

“It was the only one that had a king bed.”

He’s in a honeymoon suit that looks like a bride threw up all over it. From the tulle decorating the room to the white furniture. It’s gaudy.

I quickly swallow my laugh down when he steps to me, hands on each side of my face, and kisses me, pulling back. “I want to fuck you.”

Breathing out, “oh,” is all I can say.

Letting loose of my face, his hands start taking off my clothes, and I let him.

I stand there as he takes his off, before grabbing my hand and leading me into the bathroom.

Sliding the glass shower door open, he turns on the water and turns back to me, pulling me into his naked body. His hands are all over me, his lips trail down my neck and up to my mouth. I open up for him, tongues dancing, and I can taste myself on him.

I break the kiss. “I think I like the taste of me on you,” I pant to him, letting my truth slip out. My dried chocolate batter breast pressed against his chest.

In one motion, I’m lifted off the floor; my legs wrap around his hips before he steps inside the shower, closing the door and pushing my back to the tile wall. He slides his penis up and down, cocooned between my folds, hitting my already sensitive clit perfectly.