Chapter 19 #4
My chest rises and falls. I open my mouth, but words won’t come out. I finally nod my head.
“Use your words, August. I need to know.” His voice is laced with lust.
“Ye…yes,” I pant while his hand continues up their path, my eyes squeezing close.
The whisper of a touch from his finger runs over the side of my panties, making me moan. He didn’t even touch my clit. But by the moan I let loose, you’d think he did.
Bodhi’s finger rubs up and down over the fabric covering my pussy. Easy and slow. Goosebumps overtake my whole body, pebbling my nipples under the oversized T-shirt.
I want to reach out and run my hand through his hair, climb on top of him and let him wreck me. At this very moment I would let him, and that scares me.
Eight years. Eight long years since this man has touched me and my body lights up like he’s never been gone.
Bohdi’s finger slides between my legs. “My God,” he moans, feeling the wetness pooling in my panties, all for him and just from his slight touch.
“Take your shirt off, August.” His words flow up to me, demanding but quiet.
With no hesitation, I remove my shirt. Letting it billow to the floor.
Removing his hand from under my shorts, he finds my breast, cupping it before rolling my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Standing there, I rub my thighs together, trying to combat the ache.
Under hooded eyes, I watch him bring the hand that was behind his head wrap around the back of my legs, pulling me to him, as his other hand still plays with my breast. I watch his head move, and his intake of air, as he places his nose right over me, breathing in my scent, squeezing my legs.
My whole body is shaking. Not from fear, but from anticipation and the way we remember him.
Bumping my leg into the sofa, he keeps pulling me until I have to maneuver myself on top of him, straddling his blanket-clad hips, because there was nowhere else to go.
Allowing all my body weight to relax onto him, I ignore the fact I’m not the size I once was. I have curves and a stomach that is soft, with meat on it now. I’m not a young girl; I’m a woman now. Someone Bohdi hasn’t met yet.
His hands grab each side of my hips, kneading them before he pulls me to him, bringing his head up from the sofa. Our lips crash against the others for a few moments before pulling away; a slight cry comes from mine. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he praises me while rubbing my body.
I collide my lips with his; it’s feverish and urgent. I don’t know where I begin and he ends. In this moment we’re one. Hands not able to touch the other enough.
We’re each eating the other’s moans down. I would be okay to survive on only his. Fuck food, give me Bohdi.
His hips move underneath me, and I start grinding onto him. The friction of his hard cock nestled under me sends shivers through me. I feel his hand roam down my arm, getting pleasure out of the goosebumps he’s inflicting on me.
Bohdi pulls away from my lips, and I let a little cry out. “Feeling the way your body reacts to me after all this time is so very telling, August.” His breath cascades over my lips as I try to capture his once again. Needing them back on mine, but he won’t allow me.
He pulls me further toward him, his mouth finding my neck, licking and sucking the skin. I grind myself harder into him.
His tongue travels from my collarbone to my earlobe, leaving a hot, wet trail in his wake.
Licking my bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth, I moan out, letting my hand roam up his arm that’s lined with bulging veins, until I fist a handful of his hair, rejoicing in the feel of the soft pieces that slip through my fingers as I run them through.
Bohdi pulls on my earlobe before running his tongue around the shell of my ear. “I’ve dreamed about you more than I want to admit. You’d haunt me,” he whispers into my ear, making me mewl. “I’d still welcome those dreams every time.”
He finds my lips once again and I give them to him freely. Our bodies grind together; the sensation is crazy, waking something up that’s been dormant for so long.
I move Bohdi with me, us both now leaning up, our mouths still connected, and my grinding becomes faster.
Letting my lips free, Bohdi moves to my chest, kissing his way down to my breast until each hand is cupping one, before he brings my right nipple into his mouth, sucking before adding pressure with his teeth.
“Oh, God,” I pant out. My hips move faster, his buck under me.
Bohdi applies more pressure, and that’s my undoing. I orgasm. “I’m coming,” I call to him.
Freeing my nipple, “Fuck, August.” His hands come around my back, pulling me to his chest, squeezing me to him, and he bucks even faster.
“Fuck!” he calls out, coming himself. His movement becomes jerky.
We both hold each other, panting, until Bohdi lies back on the sofa, bringing me with him. I nestle my head on his chest; a small smile plays on my lips as my finger caresses over them.
“You have me coming in my pants like I’m a teenager again, August.” He kisses the top of my head.
I giggle, but don’t reply. The orgasm acts like my own sleeping medicine.