The Next Morning
I take him deep, his cock filling my mouth as his tongue pushes through the folds of my pussy. I have to jerk back just to gasp so that I don’t choke on him.
I love giving Artem head. It’s such an erotic experience, and one I never thought I’d enjoy. But apparently, when you find the right man, it can be a huge turn-on.
Usually, I like to concentrate on him.
But today, he insisted on eating me out while I suck his cock.
I’ve never actually tried the sixty-nine position with anyone before, and I’m finding it overwhelming.
I can feel my juices coat the bedsheets beneath me, but Artem seems oblivious as he tongue-fucks me relentlessly.
I lick his balls as my hand strokes his massive shaft, but the moment his tongue circles my clit, I know there’s no way I can concentrate on what I’m doing.
He eats me out passionately and I come right on his face, gasping and moaning and clinging to the sides of the bed as though I’m scared to float away.
Before I can even catch my breath, Artem climbs on top of me and I feel his cock slide inside me easily.
He starts to fuck me hard, anchoring me in place with his massive chest.
We come together seconds later and I sigh with contentment, thankful that Phoenix has his own room and has started sleeping soundly.
Artem dips his head down to my breasts and sucks on my nipples for a moment before pulling away and getting out of bed.
I sit up, drawing the sheets around my breasts as I watch him reach for his boxers.
“Where are you off to?” I demand playfully.
“I have a meeting,” he sighs. “Several, actually, and I’m late to them all.”
I smile guiltily. “Is that my fault? Did I delay you?”
“Delay?” he asks with amusement. “Is that what you call attacking me when I was practically out the door?”
I laugh. “I didn’t attack you!”
“You threw your naked body on me and dragged me by my cock into bed,” he reminds me as my cheeks blush scarlet. “What do you call that?”
“Um… love?” I offer.
Artem laughs but his eyes soften.
“Fair enough,” he says, pulling on his boots. “Love it is.”
Once he’s full dressed, he walks over to me and gives me one last kiss.
“Alik and Gennadi will be with you today in case you want go out.”
I sigh. “Artem, I don’t need two bodyguards.”
“Yes,” he says firmly, “you do.”
“The whole point is that I’m meant to be travelling under the radar, right?” I ask. “I’m going to stick out like a sore thumb if I’m accompanied by two bodyguards the whole time.”
“Which is why they’re dressed in plainclothes,” he tells me. “They’ll blend into the crowd, don’t worry.”
“Still really unnecessary.”