Page 119 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

Leonid’s eyes darken instantly. “Well then… let’s make that dream come true, solnyshko.”

He pulls me against him, mouth claiming mine, hot, urgent, hands roaming. The kiss turns hungry fast. He walks us backward until my back hits a smooth boulder half-buried in the sand.

His fingers find the straps of my dress, sliding them down my shoulders. The fabric pools at my feet, leaving me bare under the moonlight except for my lace panties.

He groans against my throat. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

I tug at his shirt, impatient. “Off. Everything off.”

He strips quickly, shirt, pants, briefs, until he’s naked, cock hard and thick, gleaming in the silver light. I reach for him, stroking slowly, thumb swiping over the tip. He hisses, hips jerking.

He lifts me onto the boulder, and spreads my thighs wide. His mouth finds my neck, my breasts, sucking one nipple hard while his fingers slide my panties aside. He circles my clit, slow, teasing, then pushes two fingers inside me.

I moan, head falling back. “Leonid—”

He drops to his knees in the sand, hooks my legs over his shoulders, and buries his face between my thighs. Tongue flat, he licks a long stripe up my slit, then focuses on my clit, sucking, flicking, humming until I’m writhing, hips grinding against his mouth.

“Please—” I gasp. “I need you inside me.”

He rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wild. He lines himself up and sinks in. Slow at first, letting me feel every inch, then deep, bottoming out with a groan.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “So perfect. So wet for me.”

He starts moving, long, deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him faster. The sound of waves mixes with our moans, skin slapping skin, the wet slide of him inside me.

His hand slips between us, thumb finding my clit again. “Come for me,” he growls. “Come on my cock.”

I shatter, back arching, crying his name into the night as my walls pulse around him, pleasure crashing through me. He fucks me through it, then buries himself deep and comes with a guttural groan, spilling hot inside me.

We stay like that, panting, trembling, foreheads pressed together, moonlight painting us silver.

He kisses me softly, reverently. “I love you.”

I smile against his lips, still floating. “I love you too.”

He pulls out slowly, helps me down. “Let’s go for a swim.”

I love these quiet moments when I get to see him unguarded. Leonid’s lying on his side facing me, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other stretched out like he’s reaching for me.

I study him: the strong line of his jaw, the faint shadow of stubble, those full lips parted slightly. The way his lashes are unfairly long for a man. I could watch him forever.

His eyes flutter open, those piercing blue-gray ones finding mine immediately. A slow, sleepy smile curves his mouth.

“How long have you been watching me?” he murmurs, voice gravel-rough with sleep.

“Not long,” I whisper back, smiling. “I just woke up myself.”

He reaches for me, pulling me into his chest. I go willingly, tucking my face against his throat, breathing him in. He kisses the top of my head, then tilts my chin up and kisses me properly, deep, lazy morning love.

“Happy anniversary,” I breathe against his lips.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” he replies, thumb stroking my cheek. “And happy Valentine’s Day.”

I smile, heart so full it hurts. I can’t believe it’s been three years ago, I agreed to come on the trip that brought us together.

“I have a gift for you.”

I slip out of his arms, ignoring his small groan of protest, and pad to my suitcase in the closet. I pull out the thick, black leather album I’ve kept hidden all week, heart pounding with nerves and excitement.