Chapter 23 #3
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.
“I’ve never stopped thinking about you,” he whispers to me, kissing my cheeks, my eyes, and my lips. “Never.” It comes out between a groan and a whine.
My head hits the tile, my neck stretched out in front of him, giving him access. He bites and licks up to my ear, pulling my earlobe into his mouth, sucking.
“Fuck me, Bohdi,” I plead.
“God,” he groans, echoing around the shower. “You have no clue how you could blow my whole life up.”
We become feverish as my slick breast slides against his chest. Taking his hand under my ass, propping me up with the help of the tile wall, his hand positions his dick at my entrance, staring me right into the eyes; we both cry out when he enters me, filling me up and stretching, but in the best way possible.
“Oh, my God, Bohdi,” I cry out.
He thrusts, hitting me perfectly. “Fuck, August. I’m home.
” He attacks my mouth after shocking me with his words.
Grunting with each thrust, loud and animalistic and I swallow them down.
This is nothing like before; this is different.
This moment contains need, longing, and the thought that this would never happen again.
This Bohdi and August never got to experience this kind of sex.
Pulling back, he bends down and attacks my breast, which is now clean of chocolate from our motion and the water hitting us, baptizing us of our past sins and transgressions.
His thrusts become harder, “I can feel you tightening around my cock. Do you want to come, August?”
“Yes, please,” I beg him. Needing the release.
Bohdi captures my lips, and we kiss hungrily. My moans become louder, and I can feel my body right on the edge. One more thrust, I’m coming around his cock.
“So perfect,” he praises me as he breaks the kiss and my pussy convulses around his cock.
Throwing his head back, he calls out my name, praying to me while filling me with his cum. His thrusts become slower until he fully stops.
With a gentle peck on my abused lips, he places me to my feet but doesn’t let go of me.
“I would let you ruin me repeatedly if it meant I had you,” he professes.
I open my mouth but shut it, not knowing what to say. Instead, I take the loofah hanging from the handle, squeeze out body wash, and start cleaning his body. I take my time, enjoying the feeling of his slick body under my hand.
Once I’m done, he repeats the favor, doing the same in the same slowness, no words needed. Pulling me under the shower sprayer, washing each other off, the warm water switches to cold. “Ahh!” I yell, shocking Bohdi and me as he tries to get out of the way of the sprayer and almost slips.
Hurriedly, we jump out of the shower, both soaking wet and naked, laughing.
“Stay the night with me.” His words are soft and full of wanting, pulling me to him.
I stand there shivering before he places a towel around me, thinking. I scan his face, droplets of water hanging onto his eyelashes, his hair wet and slicked back, and his lips swollen; he’s beautiful. “Okay.” I meekly reply. Not knowing what I’m getting myself into, but welcoming it anyway.
His swollen lips spread apart, smiling.
With just a towel around me, I walk back to the room, heading for the bed, but bypass the right side and go to the left, knowing that was the side he liked best.
Pulling the covers back, I look up and see Bohdi watching me, perplexed. “You always liked that side.” I jerk my chin toward it.
Dropping his towel, he closes the gap between him and the bed, his penis not fully soft, swinging with each step.
I smile before dropping my towel and getting under the covers.
Bohdi hits the light switch next to the bed, and the entire room goes dark.
“Come.” His deep voice permeates the quiet.
Slowly, I scoot over, laying my head on his chest. I listen to his heartbeat; it’s beating fast. My hand caresses his bare chest, my leg hitching up over his thigh.
I feel his kiss on my head, breathing me in as we just lay there, not moving, not talking.
We both lose ourselves in our own thoughts.
Mine is wondering how this is going to go.
I need to open my bakery and focus on that.
All attention needs to be paid to the business, but having him next to me, that’s something I can’t buy.
Fear hits me out of nowhere, flows through my veins, the panic of losing someone again, losing him.
Holding him tightly, I drift off to the rhythm of his heart.