“That’s because your hands are huge.” I can honestly say I never imagined my boobs looking small, but August’s wide palms and long fingers easily span their rounded weight.
“It’s like they were made for each other.” August beams, smug and triumphant.
Happiness floods my system. I cup his strong jaw and kiss him, pouring that joy into it. He makes a faint noise of surprise, and then sinks into the kiss, his hungry mouth giving me the luscious tastes I crave.
Cool water laps against my skin. Quiet descends around us, amplifying the sound of our increasingly agitated breaths. The slick of his tongue slides over mine. I open my mouth wider, desperate to get more of him. His big body is hot and tight as it presses against mine, making my breasts ache. I arch my back, trying to ease that swollen heat, and he dips his head down to draw a stiff nipple into his mouth.
A whine of need escapes me as he sucks. My fingers tangle in his wet hair.
August makes his way back up my neck, open lips gliding along my skin, while his hand slips below to pull my suit down my hips. It flutters along my legs and floats away. Clever fingers move between my thighs, finding where I pulse with need.
“Pen,” he says, stroking my clit just enough to make me squirm and grind into him.
“What? Yes?” I tug on his suit, dragging down over that fine ass so I can grab it.
A dark chuckle huffs against my neck. His hand moves to cup my butt with equal greed as he pushes himself between my legs. The hard length of his cock slides over my slippery sex like a taunt.
“You ever fuck in a pool?” Rhetorical question given he’s my first and only. But I appreciate the sentiment.
A smile dances on my lips as I brush them against his. “No. You?” It comes out breathless and weak. I’m too distracted by the way he rocks his hips, the fat crown of his dick nudging at my opening.
“Nope.” He pushes just enough to breach me then holds steady. “Want to try it?”
My eyes flutter. I catch his earlobe with my teeth. He shivers, and holds me tighter, as I wiggle my hips, trying to get him inside me where I’m empty and aching. But he won’t let me get my way. Not yet.
He presses firm kisses along the curve of my neck, sending shivers down my skin. “You didn’t answer the question, sweet Pen.”
I find his mouth, kiss him with messy need. “Yes, please.”
“So polite.” He grins against my lips. “Now, be a good girl and wrap those legs around me. That’s it. Just like that.”
With a dirty grunt, he moves those powerful hips and thrusts in slow and deep. I am filled. And there’s no more talking.
Twenty-Eight
MadMarch:Question. If Plankton is serving chum, and Mr. Krabs is serving krabby patties, & we ALL know it’s ground up crabs. Does that make the populace of Bikini Bottom a bunch of cannibals?
BestLuck:Back in my day, I studied during midterms
MadMarch:Your “day” was last year, broho & why do you think I’m watching SpongeBob? My brain needs a break
BestLuck:Needs more than that
Penny:If Bikini Bottom was created from the fallout of Bikini Island being destroyed by a nuclear bomb, then it would fit that the inhabitants might be a little... different.
JuneBug:They’re talking sea creatures. Obvs they’re different
MayDay:WHY is Pearl almost the same size as Mr. Krabs? She’s a WHALE
BestLuck:SpongeBob has been on boats. That SINK. Underwater. They have campfires on the beach. Underwater. Suspend your disbelief, MayDay. It’s the only way
( . . . )
BestLuck:And shouldn’t you ALL be studying?
MadMarch:We’re having philosophical discussions here, old man. Go throw some balls or something
BestLuck:How about I throw you?
