Dashing Through the No (Summersweet Island 3)

“Oh, God, don’t stop,” I tell him, writhing myself against his mouth when he doesn’t even come close to stopping.

He just spreads me wider and licks faster, knowing as soon as he starts doing that there is no stopping my orgasm. I love that he’s not wasting time dragging this out, as fun as that usually is, and he knows I just need some fast relief and relaxation that only his expert mouth and tongue can provide.

I open my eyes and look down my body, Bodhi’s blue eyes locking onto mine as I watch his lips wrap around my clit and feel him suck, and that’s all it takes for this release to explode out of me in record time. When he’s licked every last bit of pleasure out of me, Bodhi moves at the speed of light and stands up from the floor to strip, quickly tossing all his clothes across the room with mine, his T-shirt landing on one of the branches of the Christmas tree. I have just enough time to quickly appreciate Bodhi’s spectacular abs and mouth-watering biceps before he’s moving again.

A squeak flies out of me as he grabs my hips and flips me over to my stomach, scooting me up the bed at the same time. One of the pillows is pulled from the mountainous pile and Bodhi shoves it under my hips. The rest of my body melts into the mattress when he kneels between my legs and then leans over me with his hands resting on either side of my head as he whispers in my ear.

“I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you.”

My pussy clenches just like it always does when Bodhi gets all serious and hot in the bedroom, and I lift my hips and grind my ass against his cock until he groans loudly.

“Merry Christmas to me” is all I have time to mutter in reply.

Bodhi grabs both of my hands and yanks them up the bed until my arms are out in front of me against the mattress, and he does indeed fuck the hell out of me. My breath leaves me with a whoosh as his groin smacks into my ass when he thrusts into me hard and deep.

“I want a hippo—”

Bodhi immediately pulls his hips back, and the stupid song I must have imagined cuts off. After ten solid minutes of him opening and closing our bedroom door, I will probably be hearing that song in my head forever.

Holding himself still with just the tip of his cock inside me and driving me crazy, Bodhi starts peppering kisses along the back of my neck and shoulder. Gripping my hands harder in his against the mattress, he thrusts back into me, and I let out a loud moan.

“I want a hippopotamus—”

The song cuts off again when Bodhi pulls his hips back, sliding almost all the way out of me again before I realize what the hell is happening.

“That damn pillow you put under me plays music,” I growl, turning my head back to glare at him over my shoulder.

Bodhi just smirks and starts moving in and out of me faster and harder. The singing hippo pillow belts out her muffled, on and off, partial tune as she’s repeatedly smushed between my hips and the bed thanks to Bodhi’s powerful body driving into me from behind, until we’re both laughing at the absurdity of it. Bodhi’s chest rumbles against my back as he perseveres like a trooper.

“I want a—”

“I want a—”

“I want a—”

“I want a—”

“Oh my God, just keep your dick in me long enough so we can finally hear the whole song!”

“That’s the Christmas spirit!” He laughs through his moans against my ear as I swivel and move my hips back to meet each of his quick, pounding thrusts.

After five more I want a’s and another small orgasm that shocks the hell out of me, considering what’s happening right now, Bodhi follows quickly behind, throwing his head back as he comes and punctuating each of his final, orgasmic thrusts with a shout.

“Fucking! Hippo… potamus! For Christmaaasss!”

It’s so ridiculously Bodhi that I laugh all the way through the last few shallow thrusts of his release until he collapses next to me in bed. When our eyes meet, me on my stomach with my arms still stretched out in front of me, and Bodhi flopped onto his back, we both start cracking up all over again as I reach underneath myself, yank the damn pillow out, and toss it down on the floor.

“You definitely have to let me burn that. Not only because it’s annoying, but because you helped me humped myself to an orgasm on the face of that hippo. She’ll never be the same again. It’s best to just put her out of her misery.”

“Man, I love the shit outta you. Will you pretty please marry me?” Bodhi suddenly asks, holding his hands under his chin and batting his eyes at me.