[REBECCA]
Artemy’s touch, even through the thin barrier of my lingerie, set me on fire. His deliberate movements over my most sensitive areas sent shivers of ecstasy up my spine. The pressure against my clit had me arching my back, helpless against the waves of pleasure that surged within me.
With each purposeful touch, he pushed the boundaries of my restraint. The lace fabric yielded to his intent, and his finger delved into my wetness, a torturous tease that left me whimpering and aching for more.
His voice, a mixture of desire and satisfaction, resonated in my ears. “You’re already so wet for me, kitten,” he purred, his words a potent aphrodisiac that intensified my need.
Artemy’s single finger became a source of exquisite torment, pumping in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace. I felt myself teetering on the edge of an abyss of pleasure, my body trembling and my mind consumed by the sensations he was evoking.
As he added another finger, my senses spiraled into a vortex of pleasure. The sensation of him moving inside me, filling me, was almost overwhelming. Each movement elicited a gasp, a moan, a plea for more.
He was the master of my pleasure, skillfully pushing me to the brink and then withholding the release I so desperately craved. His touch on my clit was relentless, the pressure building until I felt like I was about to shatter into a million pieces.
Fingers dug into his back as I clung to him, my need becoming more urgent. But Artemy remained unyielding, his fingers a maddening dance on my skin, his touch a symphony of desire that had me teetering on the edge but never quite falling.
A growl of frustration escaped my lips as he finally withdrew his fingers, leaving me achingly empty. It was a symphony of pleasure and frustration that he conducted with expertise.
In an instant, his lips captured mine in a fierce kiss, a mingling of tastes that drove my desire to new heights. His words, a heady declaration of his arousal, painted a vivid picture in my mind, setting my body ablaze with need.
In his arms, I found sanctuary, my body cradled against his as he guided us to a haven of blankets and pillows. With deliberate intent, he laid me down, his gaze never leaving my form. His positioning between my spread legs was a promise of the intimacy yet to come.
Before I could fully comprehend, my last piece of clothing was removed, and I lay exposed to his hungry gaze. His eyes devoured me, filled with both longing and desire, stripping away any inhibitions and leaving me vulnerable to his gaze.
Artemy shed his own clothing, a manifestation of his urgency. The rapidity of his movements revealed his own need, and in the blink of an eye, he was positioned between my legs, ready to fulfill the promise of his touch.
Without a word, his tongue descended upon me, a sudden and intense sensation that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. His touch was a blend of urgency and reverence, his fingers gripping my thighs possessively, parting them to grant him access.
His expert ministrations elicited uncontrollable sounds of pleasure from me. His tongue flicked, teased, and tasted, each movement designed to send waves of ecstasy crashing over me. The angle of my legs only heightened the sensations, and I found myself surrendering to the pleasure he wielded.
As I obeyed his command, my fingers found their way to my own breasts, a hesitant mimicry of his touch. The fantasy he wove for me was intoxicating his hands, his touch, his expertise were all brought to life in my imagination.
My plea hung in the air, an unspoken need that resonated between us, begging for fulfillment.
I gasped and broke into a soft moan as he pressed a finger inside me once more. His tongue continued its enchanting dance on the core of my being.
In an electrifying convergence, his finger curved within me as he delicately nipped at my clit. A surge of pleasure rippled through me, arching my back off the ground. A restrained scream gave voice to my ecstasy as my eyes fluttered shut in the midst of climax.
I surrendered completely to Artemy, each wave of euphoria crashing over me like a relentless tide.
As he withdrew, my dreamy eyes met his smoldering gaze. Blinking down at him, I watched as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand, hurriedly discarding his pants.
Finally naked, he positioned himself once more between my parted thighs. His voice, laden with ardor, reached my ears, “I’m going to make love to you, Angel.”
“Please, Artemy. I need you,” I implored, my voice a breathless plea.
His eyes, brimming with affection, met mine as his lips descended upon mine. The kiss lingered, a union of longing and tenderness.
“Guide me inside you,” he huskily commanded against my lips, causing my heart to stutter. I slipped my hand between our bodies, my fingers finding his rigid length. Artemy’s throaty groan reverberated through the air as he thrust against my touch.
He quivered in my grasp, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip. “I need to be inside you. Right now,” he insisted, his hips urging my hand’s movement. Our mouths melded, tongues intertwining in a dance of shared desire.
Sensations heightened as his warm skin pressed against mine. The weight of his body above me sent shivers of anticipation rippling through me. My free hand traced the contours of his back, feeling the tautness of his muscles, eliciting a low moan as I continued to stroke him.
Artemy positioned himself before me, his attention careful around my abdomen. Nestling his hips between my legs, he drew me closer, lifting my hips slightly to align our forms.
The tip of his arousal brushed against my entrance, and I instinctively bit my lip, closing my eyes.
“No,” he hissed, a note of urgency in his voice. “I need your eyes on me. I need you to see only me.”
Understanding his intention, I hastily opened my eyes. “Only you,” I breathed, a promise and a connection sealed in those words.
My heart skipped a beat as he gently pushed inside. Tremors coursed through our bodies, the effort of restraint evident in his every movement.
He started to thrust, a measured rhythm that was both deep and deliberate. His hardness found its place within my heated core, and an appreciative moan escaped me. Legs entwined with his hips, I encouraged him to deepen our connection.
And he obliged, granting me more of himself.
He filled me completely, a sensation of fullness that defied imagination. His firm length stretched and embraced me, a compelling dance of shared need. My hips instinctively lifted, responding to his rhythm.
Artemy’s breathing grew ragged, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and neck. His sinewed arms supported him above me as our lips met in a fervent kiss.
“Take me, Artemy,” I implored, the words a desperate plea.
Artemy’s hips surged against mine, his motions fluid and commanding. He withdrew almost entirely before plunging back in, a relieved cry leaving my lips in response.
The rhythm persisted, his thrusts becoming a symphony of passion and urgency. He surged within me, a repetition of deep and powerful movements.
His forehead pressed into my neck, the tempo quickening. As he found his rhythm, I instinctively moved to meet him, craving more friction, more connection.
He withdrew, and I inhaled sharply. With a deft maneuver, he positioned me onto my right side, his strong arms enveloping me as though I were a precious gem, cherished and protected.
I breathed softly, my respiration escaping gently from my lungs as I felt Artemy’s presence between my legs once again. The contours of his face were obscured from my vantage point.
We reclined on our sides, and Artemy drew my thigh over his, exposing me to him. His length tenderly nudged at my entrance.
Unexpectedly, he surged inside with intensity. A gasp of astonishment caught in my throat as his motion commenced. From this particular angle, this unique alignment, his presence within me seemed to reach even greater depths.
My fingers gripped the bedding as his rhythm continued, each thrust more forceful than the last. A tremor coursed through me, and I sensed his rigidity against my back.
His ragged breath brushed against my ear. “You’re so exquisitely tight and moist.”
“Turn your head. I crave your lips.”
I shifted my head, and his mouth captured mine. He devoured me with fervent, desperate kisses as his movements grew erratic.
He was nearing his peak. And so was I.
I responded with a hunger mirroring his intensity as he moved within me.
His fingertip circled my moistened nub, and my cries echoed across the creek. My body quivered with the culmination of my release.
My mind momentarily emptied. When I returned, Artemy’s rhythmic thrusts persisted.
With one final, deliberate push, he settled deeply within me. The sensation stole my breath.
I felt his warmth, his essence enveloping my interior as he found his climax. His hips trembled against mine, his release punctuated by a heartfelt groan.
We remained intertwined in this manner, my back against his front. My leg draped over his, his essence still pulsating within me.
I let my eyes flutter closed as Artemy bestowed tender, wet kisses along my neck.
“Thank you for loving me, Rebecca Loskutov.”
Rebecca Loskutov.
The words held a profound beauty.
“And thank you for loving me, Artemy Loskutov.”
Rebecca and Artemy Loskutov.
Such unparalleled beauty.
My thoughts drifted toward slumber. Artemy encircled me with his arms, holding me in a loving embrace.
And so, I drifted into sleep.
Enveloped in his embrace. Cherished by his affection