“Because,” Artem says, with a very familiar glint in his eye, “his mother looks so fucking sexy right now, and I need a little one-on-one time with her.”
I can’t help the blush that flushes onto my cheeks. “Here?” I ask.
“What are you worried about?” Artem pokes. “All the people that might see us?”
I laugh. “Fair point.”
“It’s not the first time I’ve taken you on the beach either.”
His words trigger the memory, as well as the heat between my legs.
Within seconds, I’m wet, and the idea of having Artem inside me is titillating as hell.
“Get the blanket,” I tell him in a deep, husky voice.
We find a shady spot under an abandoned pier and pull out the large beach blanket that Artem’s been carrying around in the basket I packed for our beach outing.
Then I ease Phoenix into the portable bassinet. He doesn’t even twitch, still deeply asleep.
Before I can even turn around, I feel Artem’s hands on my hips.
I turn into him and his lips are on my neck, his hand cupping my breast and massaging gently. I push him down onto the beach blanket and unzip his pants.
I pull them off him, followed by his shirt, until he’s stretched out before me, naked and magnificent. He looks so fucking sexy that it just makes me wetter.
I sit up next to him, my hands exploring his defined pecs and his steel abs. He plays with my hair as I continue staring at him with longing.
As my fingers drift over his body, Artem’s hand pulls up the flimsy white dress I’m wearing. He slips his fingers in sideways under my panties and starts exploring my wetness.
I feel his finger slides inside me as I bend down and kiss his neck, my hand stroking his cock slowly.
“Mmm… I’ve missed this,” I whisper to him.
“I’ve missed you,” he answers, his tone thick with lust.
I keep stroking his cock, while he fingers me with increasing speed. Once my body is rolling with waves of desire and I can’t stand it anymore, I hike my dress up around my waist and get on top of him.
I straddle him, my thighs tightening around his waist and my hands on his chest. His tattoos peer back at me, dark and glinting slightly in the lattice of shade and sun.
“How many of these do you have?” I ask as I slowly trace the outline of his chest ink, grinding my hips against him slowly.
His cock is pressed up between my legs, teasing my pussy lips without yet entering me. I graze him with one hand as my other hand continues to caress his chest.
“I’ve lost count,” he groans.
“Are you done?”
He smiles. “No, I’ve got at least two more to get.”
“Oh?”
He nods, his hands squeezing my thighs as his cock twitches with need. “Yeah,” he says. “One for you. One for Phoenix.”
For such a simple gesture, I’m surprised by how warm it makes me. “I like that idea,” I say. “Maybe I’ll get one, too. Maybe right… here?”
I trace a teasing fingertip around the outline of my hardened nipple. Artem’s groan deepens, expands.
“How about, first, you fuck me,” he growls. His hand closes over mine and together, we squeeze my breast and send sensation surging through me.