Broken Desires by Azure Boone

flesh and the cacophony of sounds and sensations took them over—water splashing, groans and gasps mingling as his cock slammed home over and over. Sofia felt the heat in her clit catching up.
    “Fuck, Sofi!” He threw his head back and shoved her hips down onto his cock as he came hard, his beautiful head thrashing , his hips pumping with the pulsing wave. The satisfaction that gave her was unimaginable. She watched the cords in his neck flex tight, muscles in his pecs and abs ripple beneath his shiny skin.
    It pushed her over that wonderful edge. She bucked on top of him as her limbs were taken by the spasms. Her head fell back then forward as she cried out and gasped through the ecstasy, grinding herself on him, milking the perfect experience for all she could.
    She finally fell forward and he caught her in his embrace. Safe embrace. Possessive embrace.
    “Damn Sofi,” he gasped. “You were amazing.”
    She smiled in his neck and finally pulled back to look at him with pride. “Did you see me orgasm from my clit again?”
    He gasped a laugh. “Yes, I did. I saw you.”
    “You fixed me,” she said.
    “Me? You think?”
    “Mmmm yes. You make everything better.”
    He slowly slid his hands up and down her wet body, from her feet to her ribs, seeming to want every inch memorized.
    “What about you, you never had a girlfriend?”
    “God no.”
    It reminded her of his dreaded profession. “Soooo. How was your day down at the Vaginashop?”
    He grinned and angled a look up at her. “Horrible.”
    She snorted. “Slaving away between the legs of women all day.”
    He chuckled and brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, his gaze lazily raising to hers. “You’re jealous?”
    Her eyes widened. “Jealous? That is a mild word for what I am. There are suddenly no more women in the world, only vagina clients.”
    He busted out laughing and Sofia grinned at how gorgeous he was when he laughed and his pretty denim blues sparkled. “ You always make me laugh.”
    “And I totally dig doing that.”
    “You dig that?” He stroked her thighs, smiling at her breasts.
    “Hello, my tits aren’t talking to you.”
    He chuckled. “Oh yes they are.” He became a little serious. “Honest. I can’t stand the idea of touching other women now. You’ve ruined me. My business is so fucked.”
    She smiled , taking that as a compliment. “Don’t worry, when I get enough money to open my Bakery, you can work for me.” His cock thickened inside her and she smiled. “You like that?”
    “I like the idea of working with you, yes.”
    “But not in a bakery.”
    “Depends on what I ’m doing.”
    “ Hmmm, with the way you lick those sexy lips, I’m willing to give you whatever position you want.”
    “I like this position,” he mumbled, holding her waist and pressing her tight to him.
    She moaned at feeling his cock getting harder. “I can see…the benefit of this proposal.”
    He bit his full lower lip and thrust his hip s, his eyes locked on her breasts. “So can I.”
    She remembered her quest for info. “Okay, serious, it’s your turn to share. Tell me about your girlfriends.”
    Apart from lowering his gaze, he showed no signs of discomfort. “You don’t want to know.”
    The positive ly tone in his voice stabbed her. Likely she didn’t. But she needed to if she were going to help him. “I do seriously. I’m guessing you had a lot.”
    “Now why would you think that?”
    She shrugged a shoulder, noticing he still didn’t look at her. She’d be open with him, nonchalant, create an easy atmosphere. “Just cause of your past. Usually…when things like that happen, it causes us to…I don’t know…” she swam her hands through the fading bubbles. “...seek things in…odd places.”
    He finally raised his eyes to hers. She swallowed at seeing how hard they’d become. “You mean I fucked for comfort?”
    He was offended but she wasn’t sure about what. But talking was good. “Not always. It