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Using a small key, Luke unlocks the front door, allowing his companions to shuffle inside with our luggage. "If you need anything, just press the button beside the phone inside."
"Thank you," Arsen replies. He digs in the pockets of his light gray pants, handing over a thick stack of bills to Luke. "I'll try not to bother you too much.”
"It’s my pleasure to make sure you have a wonderful stay." Sticking the money in the front of his pants, he waves with both hands at us before walking down the path with the others following.
Ducking into the doorway, I survey the bungalow with rising elation. There are windows everywhere, and a set of French doors have been propped open to allow the ocean air to waft inside.
Turning in place, I exhale lightly. "I can't believe this place, Arsen."
"You mean you don't like it?" he asks, shutting the door. He scans the room with a mild frown. "I could always ask for a different room, if this one isn't good enough."
"Stop it," I giggle, tapping him on the arm. "It's perfect."
"No, this is." Scooping me up with his hands planted on my ass, he lifts me until our lips meet in a kiss. I wrap my legs around his body, eager to feel his hair in my fingers, his teeth under my tongue. He continues to kiss me while walking towards the French doors. The sun warms my neck and upper back, as well as my bare thighs.
He moves down the steps; they lead to a large slope of sand, the edge of it being lapped by the calm waves. "What are you doing?" I giggle around his lips.
He tugs at my bottom one with his teeth. "Enjoying my honeymoon, as promised."
"Out here?" I gasp, pulling away so I can scan side to side, checking for anyone around us.
"No one can see," he assures me. His hands squeeze my ass, massaging the soft plumpness. Fire radiates in my lower belly instantly. "And I’ve been waiting the entire plane ride."
I laugh. Below the nerves my arousal is budding. "What about the sand?"
He knots up his eyebrows, seeming to get my meaning. Looking around, he motions with his chin.
"Then we can get on those loungers."
They're meant for sunning, but they're more couch than anything else. The cushions are a pale white, a shade darker than the sand, with elegant aqua designs curling all over.
Carrying me like I'm weightless, he settles on one of the loungers. My knees spread on either side of his waist, thighs scissoring. I'm sitting right on top of his massive erection. Knowing how turned on he is from us just kissing has my heart thudding.
"You really can’t wait, can you?" I ask.
"Not a second longer." His voice is thick with desire. Gently, but with the knowledge he'll get what he wants, that it's inevitable, he pulls me in for another kiss. I drag my nails over his shoulders with a groan; he takes advantage, plunging his tongue in deep enough to trace the ridges on the roof of my mouth. I'm dizzy from the rush of pleasure.
He slips the top button of my blouse open, then the second, moving down with efficient speed. The air feels amazing on my exposed skin. I help him glide the garment off, abandoning it on the sand. Underneath I'm in a basic lilac bra, the cups stained by sweat from the long hours of travel.
"I should change into something cleaner," I chuckle.
"After," he says, kissing the top of my breasts. "When we're done."
A single finger rolls down my spine; he unclips the bra, yanking it off my arms by the straps. I don't know where it ends up after that.
His hands palm over my naked breasts, covering them fully. He pushes inward, my soft skin pressing through the gaps of his fingers as my chest overflows from the pressure. Gasping, I toss my head back, enduring the hard jolt of delicious pleasure. My nipples firm and dig into his palms; he loosens his hold, making light circles over my nipples, playing with me until I see stars.
"Oh!” I moan. “Yes.”
I rub myself against his pelvis, ramping the speed, the force, until I expect smoke to start forming. The friction is perfect on my clit. If I keep at it, I'll come just from this. He hikes my skirt up, rolling my panties downward. I'm not satisfied by this; the texture of my skirt is too much for my sensitive skin. I rip it up, over my chest, until it comes over my head.
Arsen stops moving; he levels a look on me, taking in the view of my nudity. His cock flexes beneath me. "Take off your pants," I demand.
He pops the top button; I rise up on my knees so he can shimmy the clothing off entirely. I start to lower myself, but he catches my hips, shoving me down firmly on top of his shaft. It sandwiches between us, sizzling with heat, the girthy tip poking my navel.
Capturing my chin, he leads me to him until our mouths connect. The kiss is quick; he nips my tongue, my brain fizzling like it's full of pop rock candy. "On your knees," he whispers.
The lounger isn't big enough for me to do that without kneeling in the sand. I don't consider the consequences, I just hop off, my breasts resting on his thighs while I fist the base of his cock. I'll never be bored of the feel of him in my mouth. I lap at the wavy veins, then swirl around his cock-head. The flared base is pleasant on my tongue.
