[REBECCA]
With a mere utterance, I tentatively slipped my hand between my thighs. Artemy’s gaze flared, and I swallowed audibly. Wetting my lips, I applied a gentle pressure to my center.
My back arched involuntarily, a moan escaping me as I began to stimulate my clit. Artemy adjusted his position, his gaze unwavering and intense.
A surge of electric pleasure surged through me as I inserted a finger, my chest heaving with each breath as the pressure within me intensified.
Thumb circling the sensitive nub, I introduced another finger, my hips responding with a forward thrust. I circled my clit with greater fervor, striving to push myself over the edge.
My lips trembled, my eyes fluttering closed. The slick sounds of my arousal were audible, the sensations of my fingers plunging in and out echoing within me. I was engulfed in a mix of embarrassment and eagerness, but my desperation overruled all else.
“Impressive show, my kitten,” Artemy’s growl snapped my eyes open.
His head was tilted, his gaze drilling into me with an almost predatory intensity. Butterflies stirred within me, my core throbbing in response.
Repeating the motion, I thrust my fingers in and out, my rhythm becoming more vigorous as I pursued release.
“Struggling to reach the peak, my kitten?” he mused knowingly.
Artemy’s smug smirk indicated his satisfaction. Bewildered, I shook my head, yearning for him to draw closer.
He indulged me, closing the distance I so desperately craved.
Artemy lowered himself between my parted thighs, his intent gaze fixated on my quivering center. Without a chance for words, his lips, warm and eager, enveloped my sensitive bud.
With a skillful flicker of his tongue, he sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, igniting a suppressed cry that struggled to escape my lips. My body convulsed and surged with each pulse of pleasure, a raw scream finally breaking free as the waves of orgasm crashed over me.
As the intensity waned, Artemy’s attention persisted, his tongue tracing intricate patterns across my moist folds, savoring the evidence of my pleasure.
Collapsing against the couch, I shut my eyes, my legs still trembling from the intense sensations that had overwhelmed me. When Artemy withdrew, I peered at him, observing the aftermath on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The way he then took my wet fingers into his mouth and savored my essence sent a shiver down my spine, and a low, primal sound escaped him.
“Your release belongs to me, my kitten,” his voice, a husky whisper, teased, punctuated by a self-assured smirk. “Your insatiable desires crave my touch.”
Lost in a daze, I found myself unable to do more than gaze at him. He leaned back in his seat, as if untouched by the potent exchange that had just unfolded between us.
“Come here, Rebecca,” his hand extended, awaiting my response. Compelled by an unspoken connection, I took his hand, allowing him to pull me onto his lap with a sense of urgency. Straddling him, I gasped as the sensation of his hardness pressed against my still-sensitive core. The rough fabric of his slacks grazed my bare skin, eliciting a moan that spoke of heightened sensitivity to his every touch.
His deliberate thrust upwards caught me off guard, and a wordless cry escaped my lips, his name a pleading whisper. My grip on his shoulder tightened, fingers digging into his flesh as I grappled with the intense sensations surging through me.
He guided my movements, his hands on my bare buttocks, manipulating me against the friction of his concealed arousal. The illicitness of the action only fueled my arousal, escalating the intensity of my moans as I responded to the pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Ride me as though I’m inside you,” his command rang out, and I complied, lifting and lowering myself, rolling my hips over his lap. The profound connection between us heightened the experience, leaving me almost delirious with longing.
“Artemy…” I whimpered, my fingers digging deeper as my awareness of the world around me blurred. He matched my rhythm, his hands on my hips guiding me, and then his voice, rough and demanding, resonated in my ear.
“Yes, you can. You will yield to me once more,” he growled before sinking his teeth into my neck.
A torrent of heat surged within me, a tantalizing tingle racing across my skin as his palm found my swollen nub. In tandem with his thrusts against me, my senses were ablaze with electrifying pleasure.
Overwhelmed, a muffled scream of ecstasy escaped me, announcing my second climax. The sound echoed, surely audible to anyone nearby.
With my strength drained, I slumped against Artemy, his lips finding my neck in a gentle, reassuring kiss. We remained entwined, suspended in time, neither in a hurry to break the spell that held us captive.
When reality finally asserted itself, I met Artemy’s intimate gaze, his eyes still ablaze with desire. I opened my mouth, a tentative start to words, but found myself silenced by the ineffable intensity of the experience.
“I understand, my kitten,” he murmured softly, his lips meeting mine in a tender, knowing kiss.
“They heard me,” I whispered, the embarrassment flushing my entire body.
“Of course they did. And I’m acutely aware that the knowledge they could hear every detail of our actions only fueled your arousal,” he responded, his teeth grazing my lip.
I inhaled sharply, pulling away. “No,” I protested, shaking my head, mortified by the very idea.
Artemy chuckled with an unabashed smirk. “My dear, I’m intimately attuned to your responses. You can’t deny that it heightened your excitement.”
I buried my face in the crook of his neck, evading a response. Not because I had one, but because I lacked it myself.
Artemy’s laughter resonated deeply, a maddening presence. I couldn’t believe he had led me to climax like that.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, enfolding me in his embrace. He adjusted my dress and repositioned me so I straddled his lap, my side resting against his chest.
Sensation of his hardness persisted against me. As I subtly shifted on his lap, he hissed, his fingers tightening on my hips.
“And you?” I murmured, casting a shy glance upward.
“Soon. What I have in mind for you… we’ll require more seclusion,” he replied cryptically.
My eyes widened, a sharp, surprised inhale escaping me.
Good heavens. What had I ventured into?
Yet, even amid the uncertainty, a thrill coursed through me.
I managed a smile and captured his lips with mine. “Hmm… all right.”
Closing my eyes, I settled my head on his shoulder. Fatigue crept in, despite my efforts, eventually enveloping me.
***
Artemy stirred as the plane initiated its descent. I fluttered my eyes open, blinking a few times. His gaze bore into mine, brimming with affection.
“How long was I asleep?” I murmured sleepily.
“Approximately two hours,” he answered, placing me beside him. He secured our seatbelts, one after another.
He held my hand as the plane touched down. Minutes later, we navigated through the subsequent processes and found ourselves in a car.
“To the beach house,” Artemy commanded, pulling me onto his lap.
With the barest nod, the driver eased out of the parking area. The drive passed in quiet, both of us ensnared by our contemplations.
I was acutely aware of Artemy’s emotional struggle upon returning here. My stomach knotted painfully, a wave of nausea sweeping over me.
The pain was mutual, the weight of our shared past still haunting us.
When the car finally halted, Artemy disembarked with me cradled against his chest. The door stood open, and he carried us inside once more, crossing the threshold.
I pressed a kiss to his cheek, lingering there. “I love you, Artemy.”
His embrace tightened, and in that moment, I comprehended the significance of those words to him.
Artemy turned his head to the side, angling his face just inches from mine. A low growl rumbled from deep within him before his lips met mine in a kiss that was both fierce and commanding. The intensity of his hunger was palpable as he consumed my lips, a passionate dance that I matched with equal fervor.
In that fleeting moment, it was clear he was channeling his frustrations into the intensity of our kiss, a storm of emotions that I welcomed and reciprocated willingly.
Artemy lowered me gently, his hands finding their place around my neck, as if he couldn’t get enough of our connection. The wall pressed against my back as he pressed his body against mine, the grip on my hair tightening as the kiss continued, unrelenting.
A mixture of pleasure and need escaped me in the form of a moan that was swallowed by his demanding lips. My hands sought to remove his jacket in a fevered attempt, and he shrugged it off hastily, never once breaking the electric bond between us.
As I dared to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, he playfully nipped at my lips, his grip on my hair asserting dominance as he pulled back ever so slightly, asserting his control.
I arched my head back in response as his lips blazed a trail from my jaw down to my neck, a symphony of nips and kisses that marked my skin as his territory.
A guttural growl emanated from him, a primal sound that ignited a fiery desire deep within me. One of his legs insinuated itself between mine, parting my thighs in a magnetic pull.
My eyes squeezed shut as he pulled me against him with a delicious force, aching need pulsating through my body. The sensitive flesh between my legs grazed his thigh as I straddled it, the friction setting my senses ablaze.
His hardness pressed insistently against my stomach, the tantalizing contact making my breath hitch. His other leg slipped between my thighs, further spreading me open, and I balanced precariously with his unwavering support.
A soft, wanton moan escaped me, my grip on him tightening as I clung to him with an urgency bordering on desperation.
His touch seared a trail up my thigh, a path of heat that left my skin tingling and my mind clouded by an overwhelming yearning.
“Do you relish this, the sensation of surrendering completely to my touch?” His voice was a rich, resonant blend of desire and authority.
My response was wordless, a moan that betrayed my inability to articulate the intensity of my sensations. His fingers brushed past my thigh, teasingly close yet withholding contact where I craved it most.
He left me hanging on the precipice, teetering on the edge of an abyss of need, his mastery over me undeniable.
“Every inch of this delicate form will be mine, I assure you,” his words, a whispered promise, caressed my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
His form dipped slightly, his mouth tracing a trail over my breasts, the fabric of my dress no obstacle to his intentions. Without hesitation, his lips closed around a taut nipple, the sensation of suction and pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
My cries filled the air as he hummed, his fingers toying with my other nipple, aware of its sensitivity.
“Are you sensitive here?” he inquired, though the answer was evident.
“Yes,” I murmured, his skillful ministrations playing me like an instrument.
“Even better,” he groaned appreciatively, his lips resuming their attention on my nipple through the fabric. The intimacy of this encounter was unexpectedly sensuous, a fusion of arousal and longing that defied my expectations.
When his scorching mouth released my breast, my eyes fluttered open, but it was too late. The sound of fabric rending filled the room, and my gaze dropped to the sight before me.
Artemy had torn my dress, leaving my upper body exposed. The swells of my breasts were restrained only by delicate, transparent white lace.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes ablaze with a fire that mirrored my own desires. With unwavering eye contact, he tugged down the lace cups, liberating my breasts from their confinement.
Bending down, he claimed a nipple with his mouth, a gentle bite followed by a skillful suck that unraveled me. He orchestrated a symphony of pleasure, his mouth a masterpiece of sensation that left me trembling and begging for more.
“What do you crave?” His voice, laced with lust, grazed my skin.
“Please, Artemy…”
“Hmm… what is it that you yearn for?”
“Take me… please!”