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He shook his head. “Woah, don’t think I could take on the three of you. You might show me up.”
“I’m the vice-captain of our school football team,” one of the boys said.
“Yeah, I could tell that,” The Russian said. “This is my girlfriend Carla,” he introduced me.
I shook hands with each of the boys and they told us their names.
“We’re just about to leave, but next time I see you here we’ll have a kick, yeah?”
“Yeah, cool,” they said, and ran up the beach. One of them yelling, “Mom, The Russian said he’d play next time!”
The Russian raised his hand and waved to the mother and she responded with a grin and a wave. He turned, picked up my beach bag and looked at me.
“What?” he asked as I stood smiling at him.
“You are so sweet.”
He growled in my ear. “I’m so not sweet, Brooker, I want to have you writhing in front of me right now, begging to be allowed to come.” He snatched my towel off me and threw it over his shoulder. “And don’t even think of putting that around your waist. I want to see the view,” he said, tapping my butt.
I was so turned on that my nipples were on full alert again and The Russian gave me a satisfied smile. I rolled my eyes at him and pushed my sunnies on to try and hide behind them.
“Do you always get what you want?” I asked, walking slightly in front of him as ordered.
“No, but I intend to in the next hour.”
*****
I barely got in through the glass sliding doors before The Russian was on me, and boy did he know how to make a girl swoon. He cupped my face in his large hands and gave me such a long passionate kiss, that I couldn’t remember where I was for a moment.
“I needed that,” he said, as he pulled away. This man was so gorgeous.
“I can’t remember my name,” I said, and he grinned. He reached up and lifted my hair off my neck and undid my bikini top. He threw it off and sand scattered over his floors; neither of us cared. He wrapped his arms around me and, lifting me, he carried me into a room which I hadn’t seen yet. I realized why when I found myself in the middle of a huge white leather sofa – big, round and like a bed with pillows on one side. So comfortable that you could have fitted at least six people on it ... yeah, we’re not going there.
He stood in front of me and pulled his board shorts off. His body was covered in salt, sand and was so sexy. His erection was at full attention, I wanted to applaud. He knelt down on the ground beside me on the leather sofa.
“Brooker,” The Russian said in his deep, sultry voice, as he looked into my eyes.
“Yes, Russian?”
“Stop thinking now. Yes?”
“Yes,” I said, and nodded and then he moved up and placed a knee between my legs. He began to lick around one of my already naked and begging nipples.
“Mm, you were so right ... the salt is delicious.”
“Delicious,” I agreed, arching my back in pleasure. I heard him chuckle. Then I felt his hand moving down to my hips and he began to pull down my bikini bottoms. I was so ready for this and I didn’t care if he got sand and salt on his tongue, I would taste beachy ... not peachy, get it? Oh my God, his tongue began to trail from my nipple down my body. I lay back following the journey, waiting, waiting and then it reached my clit. The Russian gently pushed me open, placing himself back on the floor between my legs as I lay back arching with the pleasure of it. His tongue twirled around my clit and then worked between the layers of my sex. I grabbed the leather sofa but had nothing to grasp.
His fingers and his tongue were magic. It was fair to say he was every bit as good off the ground as he was on it.
“That’s ... so ... orgasmic,” I panted, arching in pleasure. The Russian ignored me, keeping his own rhythm going and then he sucked on my clit and I came so hard, so full-on that I thought he would have to peel me from the ceiling. As I wound down, he licked his way back up my body and just held me so tightly that I felt like I would be loved and safe forever. It was the most amazing sex I had ever had; it was the most amazing love I had ever made.
“I can’t see you yet,” I said, blinking in his direction and eventually his features became clear again.
“Brooker,” he shook his head, “you were right, worth waiting for that.”
“So worth it, best ever,” I muttered short sharp sentences, and then I felt his erection twitching and my eyes lit up.
“I get to lick you now,” I said, pushing him onto his back and that’s no mean feat. He laughed, caught unaware, and I knelt beside him on the couch looking at his body like it was a buffet. He watched me with amusement as I flicked my tongue, deciding where to start, and then I went for it. He was easily satisfied; his body was so sensitive to touch that everything about him was erotic. I licked my way around his erogenous zones, watching as his erection almost hummed impatiently. He groaned as I teased him – getting closer, then moving away. Love doing that!
