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Laughing a bit nervously, I stretch out on the lounge cushions on my back. I shoot multiple looks after him as he jogs inside our bungalow, trying to predict what he's up to—and also enjoying the view of him running. His muscles are particularly sexy when they're flexing.
I'm briefly alone. I don't take my eyes off the bungalow, but the position I'm in to see the French doors is twisting my neck. Giving up after a minute, I slump on the cushions with my head tilted back, eyes closed to protect me from the sun that's blazing above. I wish I'd brought my sunglasses.
Arsen clears his throat; his shadow falls over me, blocking the sun.
"Here.” He offers me my pink rimmed sunglasses.
I take them with a surprised laugh.
"You can read my mind, it's confirmed." I set them on my face and adjust them. "There," I say, angling my chin to gaze up at him. "Now I can see you without going blind."
He makes a circular motion with his finger. "Roll over."
My brow scrunches, but then I spot the bottle of sunblock in his hand. The little flutters are back in my belly, stronger than ever. I flip onto my stomach on the lounge chair. I'm wearing nothing but my bra and panties, which isn't that different than a bikini, but it suddenly feels obscene.
I can't see Arsen, but he can see a lot of me.
"You're going to lotion me up?" I ask coyly. "Just that concerned about me getting burned?"
His chuckle is thick and gritty, it vibrates into my blood until I'm shivering deliciously. "The only person who can make this ass red..." His hand lightly slaps my right cheek. "Is me."
I swallow with difficulty. Resting my cheek on my folded arms, I try to remain still as I listen to the sound of him squirting lotion into his hand. Everything is louder because I'm not looking. My heightened senses extend to my skin—his palm settles on my upper back and I jump. "Sorry," I whisper-laugh.
He glides his hands down my spine, making circular motions over my shoulder-blades. When he encounters my bra strap he undoes it wordlessly. Now he can smooth the lotion from the base of my neck to the curve of my hips without anything interrupting him.
The man is an expert with his hands, I think in a daze. He rubs in harder until I gasp, and when he massages down my hamstrings I whimper and groan. My toes curl as he works over my calf-muscles. He's not just putting sunblock on me, he's luxuriating in touching my body. I've never felt so lucky.
Or so turned on.
The buzzing in my core has been constant since I saw him standing in the ocean. With him running his hands all over my body, the buzzing has become an earthquake. This thirst is intense. My insides ache for him to do more than massage my legs and back.
"You're shifting around a lot," he whispers darkly in my ear. "Are you alright?"
"You know what you're doing to me," I counter. I try to sound annoyed—his fingers sweep low, rubbing into my ass, forcing me to groan. I arch into his touch, seeking more of it. I want to encourage him to use his damn hands on other parts of me.
He breathes out, sounding like he's straining. I turn to try and see him, but the angle is wrong. All I spot is the sand and the ocean on either side of me. His shadow dances on the white grains. It moves as he does, warning me, only barely, before he rolls me onto my back. My breasts flash in the air. I move to cover them with my arm out of habit. He frowns, eyes narrowing, and I stop halfway.
That's right, we're alone here. No one can see us.
I hope they can't hear us either...
"You don't want to get a burn on this half of your body," he says hoarsely. He stands over me; I glimpse the large shape of his cock straining against his swim trunks. My clit throbs sympathetically. Arsen holds up the sunblock, shooting a fresh dose into his palms. I watch with my breath tangling in my lungs. He's fixated on my breasts. The anticipation of what he's about to do has me rocking on the lounge, unable to hold still as waves of arousal rise higher than the ones on the actual ocean surrounding us.
He lowers his hands to my chest, smoothing slippery lotion over my breasts. My eyes roll in my head and I bite down on impulse. The rush of pleasure is immense enough that I think I'm losing my eyesight, until I remember I'm wearing sunglasses. His fingertips, lubed by sunblock, toy with my nipples, sliding around them without any friction.
"Oh my god," I whimper, grinding my knees together. Reaching down, I brace my hand against his erection. It jumps in my hand; he pushes his hips forward, giving me better access. While Arsen spreads sunblock all over my upper chest, I massage his cock through his swim trunks.
His growl would frighten me if I didn't know him. "That feels incredible, Galina."
"That does, too," I moan, shoving my breasts into his hands by sitting up on the lounge chair. He tugs my nipples lightly, then lets go of one, slipping a hand down to the junction of my thighs. His hands, covered in sunblock, glide over the front of my underwear. The fabric is pushed inside of me; he pulls it upward against my clit, then side to side, releasing bursts of wicked pressure in my pussy.
Maneuvering my panties out of the way, he pets two slick fingers over my lower-lips. I squeal, panting eagerly while lifting my hips to encourage him. I don't stop palming his shaft through his trunks. We're masturbating together, the knowledge erotic enough to have me on the edge of orgasm. By the time Arsen wedges two fingers knuckle deep into my pussy I'm ready to explode.
Throwing my head back, I let out an obscene cry of pleasure. My sunglasses topple off my face and onto the sand, but my eyes have shut; I'm too lost in pleasure, accidentally sparing my eyes from the ball of white-hot sun.
The glow seeps through my eyelids. It's inside of me, it is me—my muscles tremble and my pussy thrums around Arsen's fingers as I come. I jerk on the lounger, squealing as my muscles go haywire. Every inch of my skin is slick from sweat or sunblock.
The tremors are fading along with the orgasm. I start to catch my breath and say something now that we're done. Arsen drives his fingers into me harder. He's not done.
