Sparklers

(This chapter contains sexual situations)

Bodhi was gathering up her bags when she opened the bathroom door.

"Bodhizafa?"

"What?" He turned around and dropped the bags to the floor. "OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD."

She was standing in the bathroom doorway, wearing nothing but his jersey. "There is no way I can wait till I get home."

"Well. now, neither can I." He walked over to her and took her in his arms. He kissed her. The tips of their tongues brushed against each other. "I have missed you so much." She whispered.

"I have missed you every second of every day." He ran his hands on every inch of exposed skin he could reach. His finger traced her collarbone, her jawline, and the outline of her ear.

"You look so hot in nothing but my jersey. Every time I get dressed for a game, I will think of you just as you look now. Can I please take a picture of you?"

She blushed. "Sure. Give you a little something to keep you motivated."

He pulled his phone from his back pocket. He took eight pictures. She moved so each one was a different pose.

"Make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me." She sat down on the bed. She flashed herself to him. He could see she wasn't wearing any panties.

"What if we get caught? I notice there are no locks on the doors."

"Who cares? And I have graduated so I can have a boy in my room."

He got down on his knees and separated her legs. "I believe you offered to give me a taste."

He pulled her hips forward. He kissed the insides of her thighs. He could smell her scent. It was intoxicating. She put her hand on his head and pulled him closer to her. He ran his tongue up her slit. He found her button, flicked it, and licked it slowly.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit. That feels phenomenal. My head is starting to spin, Baby."

It suddenly occurred to him that she had never had anyone eat her pussy before. He plunged his tongue inside of her. She pulled his hair. He felt her start to squeeze her thighs together.

"Oh, God. Oh, Bodhi." She swallowed hard. "Just like that. Whatever you are doing, don't stop."

He ate her like it was his last meal, like a man on death row. She pulled his head so close he could barely breathe. Her back arched, and her body went stiff. She held her breath. He felt her pussy twitch and contract. He tasted her cum. He liked up every drop. She tasted sweet, like candy. He had never had something so blissful in his mouth.

"That was mind-blowing. You have to do that again sometime. I mean, you are home for ten days. I want that done every night."

"You don't even need to ask," he said.

He stripped his clothes off, and she took in his body. "You look amazing. I mean, you looked amazing before but damn. Come here. I want to run my hands over an inch of you. Lie down."

He lay on the bed. His feet were hanging off. She straddled him and started to feel every ripple. Every curve. He was warm between her legs. She moved her lips and started to rub against him.

"Oh shit. Where did you get this idea? It feels amazing."

"From Jo. She told me it's called a sensual massage."

"I will have to thank her," he said, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"I need you now," she said.

He took her by her hips and rolled her over.

"Remember slowly," she said.

He just put his head in at first. He could feel how tight her walls were. He inched his way in.

He felt so good. Perri had missed the feeling of being with him. When he was halfway in, she looked at him.

"Now give me all of it."

"At once?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, I want to feel that pleasurable pain. Do it quickly."

"Are you sure?"

"Jo mentioned how it can be so---"

He thrust quickly and hard into her. She gasped and grabbed a handful of the comforter. She let the breath out.

"Oh fuck. She was right. Thank you."

He smiled at her.

"No need to thank me; it really was my pleasure."

He started slowly. He moaned her name. She missed hearing it. The whole thing felt terrific. She brought his head down to suck on her nipple.

She rocked back and forth. He watched her breasts moving like beautiful waves.

"It's time to go faster," she said. "Please."

He got up on his knees and spread her legs open. He saw her eyes roll back into her head and flutter.

"Oh God, that feels amazing."

He spread her knees wider, pinning them to the bed.

"Do you like that, baby? How does that feel?"

"Yes, Bodhi, that feels amazing," she moaned.

Her head was spinning again. He slowed down, and the feeling became even more intense. He could feel her trying to bring her knees together. He held them there. He kept her knees pinned down as he gave her long strokes. Her moans were growing very loud. He spread his legs and pinned hers down with his knees. He interlocked their fingers, held her arms above her head, and stared into her eyes with intensity. Her body slithered back and forth. He could feel her clamping down on him.

"Oh please, please don't stop. I need it. I want it."

"What do you want, Periwinkle? Tell me," he said.

"I want you to make me come. Bodhizafa, I want to come all over you. I want to make love to you for the rest of my fucking life. You feel so damn good."

He couldn't take it anymore. Hearing her talk like that was pushing him to the edge. He exploded even harder than he had last night. When he did, she felt him grow rock-hard. Harder than he was before. Engorged. She squeezed him tight. He was still holding her knees down. The sensation was almost too much to bear. It truly was like nothing she had ever felt before.

He quickened his pace. It was like a roller coaster. She felt herself ascend the hill, crested and then went straight down. It happened three times, her body barely taking a break in between. He finally released her knees, and she squeezed her legs together. She came one more time. He also did it again.

Neither of them could talk. They just lay there, panting and sweating. He pulled her close and kissed her head. The feeling of their orgasms was still pulsating through their body.

"You made me feel it," he said.

"Feel what?"

"Sparklers. I don't want to move."

"Me neither. But we have to," she said.