Venturously Yours,

Holistically After

Octavius woke up to an empty duvet covered floor with a thick blanket draped over his body. The sizzles of something cooking echoed in the room as he got up, nuzzling the sleep from his eyes.

He remembered the events that took place last night vividly as he looked around the tent he had built for her. Eliot. Fuck.

Last night was different. Too hot. Too sexy. Too everything. And he felt this contentment bloom inside his heart. Was he finally happy? Other than his art, nothing gave him much happiness.

This was new and he wanted to explore it more.

Taking the blanket, he wrapped it around his hips and snuck out of the tent. Stretching his limbs out, he yawned.

"Morning sleepy head." That sultry voice broke goosebumps all over his skin.

"Morning sweetheart." He took her in, pajama shorts and a loose grey tank top. Her hair piled up in a messy top knot.

He dragged himself towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Kissing her bare shoulder, he looks over to see her cooking an big fat omelette.

"I hope you are hungry."

"Starving, actually." His voice tumbled into her ears, making her blush. A noticeable hard on pressed upon her back which had her own ass rubbing back, teasing him.

He snuck his sharp breath. "You tease me like this, I'll have you spread on the kitchen floor and me driving into you."

Her pussy clenched at his blunt words. When she slid him a seductive look, his own flared with heat. Easily she picked up the cooked omelet and placed it on the plate, turning off the gas.

While his hands busied with her shorts, tugging them down. "Fuck, no panties? I love it."

She reached up, to smash her lips upon his. His hands clenched her ass cheeks, pressing her to him.

"How do you not have morning breath?" She whispered pulling back, incredulously.

"It's a gift." He chuckled and lifted her top off in one sweep. Immediately, the cool air greeted her nipples and he licked his lips at their puckered sight.

"These are so pretty." Giving each of her tit a nice squeeze, he pulled his own sheets down.
He was about to suckle her when she leaned away from him and slowly kneeled in front of him.

His eyes immediately shook with reverence and fever. His hand cupped her face, as he watched her eye his thick hard cock.

Eliot's heart raced as she took in the fine specimen of man before her. That drool and jaw dropping V of his centering and tapering down. She reaches up and her fist curls around the thick girth. He was heavy and hot in her hand and slowly, she dips down and engulfs her mouth around him.

He jerks instantly as her tongue glides along his shaft. Tremors worked their way down his body and his mind began to stop working. Fuck, this woman is something.

She squeezed the base of his cock, while she dips her tongue into the weeping slit. Tasting him like a sample of fresh jaggery. She lapped, teasing him.

Octavius groaned, as he watches her lips suck the head of him. Her lips began to enclose more of his length, and he could feel it going deep down her throat. His fingers clench around the strands of her hair.

She eases back, pulling away while her hand worked with her mouth in drowning precision. The suction of her lips, her green bottomless eyes beguiling him as she bobbed her head over his cock. Nothing else mattered.