Page 127 of Naughty Nelle

I tumbled to the sand, my body crashing upon his. Skin to skin, organ to organ, heart to heart. The heat of his body coursed through mine, and his warm breath heated my already flushed cheeks. My scantily clad breasts rubbed against his taut, bare chest. As it rose and fell beneath me, my nipples puckered.

His strong hands hugged my waist, and his ocean-blue eyes burned into mine with the strength of the sun.

“So, Saarah, you play to win.” His cock hardened beneath me.

I would have said, “Game over,” had not Ben run over to us and burst out in laughter.

“You guys look so funny.”

Ben’s laughter was contagious, and despite our mutual embarrassment, we both joined in. This was the first time I’d ever heard Ari laugh hard and it showed me a lighter side of him that somehow made him sexier. Still chuckling, he scrambled to his feet, pulling me up with him. The smile on face could light up the sky.

“C’mon. Let’s check out the ocean.”

Ben was the first one in. As he frolicked in the waves, I watched as Ari pulled down his shorts, revealing one of those spandex Speedo suits worn by athletes. With his broad shoulders, lean muscular build, and that rock-hard perfect ass, this godlike man could easily be mistaken for an Olympian. Even the shimmering mysterious scar on his back could not take away from his beauty. He turned to face me. My eyes gravitated to the package between his legs. Holy cow! I swear the spandex made it look more sizeable than it already was. I met his gaze and felt myself heating up. He knew I was mentally undressing him and twisted his lips into a crooked sexy smile. I was getting all tingly again, the nerves between my legs bustling with lust. With a wink, he sprinted into the water, diving head first into a frothy wave.

“Come on in, Sarah!” shouted Ben.

At the shoreline, I dipped my big toe into the water. An icy sting shot up my leg. God, the water was cold.

“It’s too cold,” I shouted back.

Rising from the water, like a sea god, all wet and glistening under the burning sun, Ari sloshed toward me.

“Are you having fun?” I asked stupidly.

“Not quite enough.”

I had no time to ask what he meant. His mischievous eyes gleaming, he scooped me up into his powerful arms and flung me over his right shoulder. An arm pressed tight against the back of my thighs, right under my buttocks, locking me against him.

“My pretty princess, you’re coming in.” He smirked. “Like it or not.”

“Put me down. Now!” I barked back at him.

I kicked furiously and pounded his muscular back, my eyes all the while riveted on his in-my-face perfect ass. It was futile. He was already marching back into the sea, giving me no choice but to enjoy the ride. And the spectacular view. Blood rushed to my head. I felt tingly hot when I should feel chilled against his cold, wet body.

In the near distance, I could hear Ben laughing his head off again at the sight of us.

“Ben, tell your dad to put me down,” I called out to him.

The water up to his waist, Ari retorted, “Forget it, Saarah. I like it when you’re all wet.”

Before I could say another word, I was flying in the air and, seconds later, thrashing beneath the frigid water. I alternated between gripping my bikini bottom and skimpy top, fearful the sea would claim them.

When I resurfaced and was able to regain my balance, Ari was standing right beside me, now chest-deep in the water and holding Ben in his arms. He clasped my hand, and we began jumping waves, each one bigger than the one before.

“The waves are so big!” squealed Ben.

Ari squeezed my hand and shot me a smile. “The bigger, the better.”

Waves of desire mingled with those of the sea and I thought: The more, the better.

The monster waves licked my clit as I jumped them, making me long for the erotic sea of waves this man could drown me in. As I brushed up against him, I wondered what the rest of this weekend would bring.

Ari spent the rest of the afternoon inside the house, catching up on business-related matters while I decided to spend it with my sketchpad at the pool. Ben swam about in the water under the watchful eye of Vadim, who I was convinced was some kind of bodyguard. Just as I pulled out my sketchpad from my satchel, Ari’s sister took the chaise next to mine. She was wearing a black bandeau one-piece bathing suit that was cut in a way that made her long, lean legs look even longer, and a large, stylish, floppy hat. The latest issue of Vanity Fair was in her hand. Good. She was going to read. I wouldn’t have to talk to her and could do some sketching. At least, that was what I thought.

“My brother seems to like you,” she began, her tone cold and calculating.

“We get along,” I replied coolly. And we fuck really well together.

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