He laughed his carefree, joyful laugh once more.
Then he kissed her.
Her forehead.
Her cheek.
And finally, finally, her lips, as his meaty fingers burrowed into her wet hair and turned her face sideways to meet his.
Sonya slid her hands around Dmitri’s huge body as she struggled to keep up with the frantic pace of his hungry kisses.
But his aggressive kisses weren’t like the sloppy, thoughtless ones high school and college boys give. Instead, his force came from a deep well of passion, from a longing he had tried to restrain but was now releasing and losing all control of.
And it wasn’t just his lips that were aching for Sonya’s supple body.
She could feel his rigid cock against her stomach, burrowing into her soft flesh as it twitched with the need to be inside of her.
He mimicked the need to make love with her by darting his tongue into her mouth, in and out, in and out. Then he bit her lower lip and held it between his teeth until she thought it would burst.
It hurt, but she loved it. She wanted to burst, to burst all over him.
The waves crashed into the young lovers, but Dmitri held her still, the water seeming to part around him as if he were Poseidon, god of the sea.
He leaned down and wrapped his arms around Sonya’s slender waist without breaking their kiss, then lifted her into the air.
Sonya instinctively wrapped her legs around the man who held her. Now his throbbing hardness was where it was meant to be.
Almost.
His scalding hot shaft was between her legs, sliding against her aching lips and even slipping between them, but it had yet to go inside of her.
Sonya raised her butt, trying to get it high enough to bring herself down onto that magnificent cock. This was a difficult task, due the slippery water and Dmitri’s size.
She was in a wild frenzy of erotic longing, clawing at the man who embraced her, biting his chest, desperate to take him into her core.
Her eyes flicked open for only a second, glancing over Dmitri’s shoulder as his huge hands gripped and lifted her ass to give her what she demanded. She snapped her eyes shut and processed what she had just seen.
I hope I imagined that.
She opened her eyes once more and saw it again. The sailboat had come nearer, and was now only fifty feet away from them. Close enough for her to see that several men were standing on deck, watching her and Dmitri.
At first, she thought about just continuing. The men couldn't see her body behind Dmitri’s massive frame.
And she wanted to be fucked that instant. The voyeurism seemed to turn her on even more, if that was possible.
But when the men on the boat began to wave, Sonya couldn’t continue.
She was breathless and gasping, but she managed to say, “There are men watching.”
Dmitri pulled his head back from nibbling on her neck and looked up and down the shore.
“I don’t see anyone.”
“Behind you.”
He peered over his shoulder and saw them. He didn’t care who saw him naked. He’d been in plenty of saunas and wild parties, but it enraged him to know that men were trying to get a free peek of this beautiful girl in his arms.
Those boaters had no idea how lucky they were that Dmitri Veselov couldn’t see the name of their ship to track them down later, and that he had better things to do than bother with them now.
Instead, he marched forward toward the shore with Sonya clinging to his torso. He went straight to a patch of low-lying palm fronds that provided enough privacy, and he lay her down in the sand.
They laughed for a moment before their demeanor turned back to animal craving, Dmitri now kissing her with long, deep movements of his lips and tongue.
The sun was enlarging and spreading out as it set into the horizon, turning the sky orange and violet.
The day had flown by.
Dmitri gazed down at Sonya as she lay in the white sand beneath him.
She was staring up at him with her green eyes opened wide, her cheeks flushed and her pouty lips panting with anticipation.
But there was more than just lust he saw, something besides even infatuation. Sonya wasn’t just embarrassed from being seen by the perverts on the boat.
She was nervous.
Nervous in a way the girls he typically slept with never were.
“Are you… a virgin?” he asked as he relaxed and lay his heavy body down against hers.
She didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to ask again.