62 Friends with Benefits

I woke up because I was unbelievably hot. Nazar had me pinned so tightly with his huge naked burning body that I thought he’d crush me first and boil me alive second. His legs were wrapped around mine like vines, and his hands were confidently gripping my breasts.

I tried to move and felt how wet the sheets beneath us were, the skin between my legs felt tight, and my body was unpleasantly sticky from melted ice cream and sweat.

Unconsciously, I looked at the bedside table where the tub of melted dessert was still sitting. I swallowed involuntarily, remembering how Nazar had flipped me onto my back, taken a spoonful of cold sweetness, and started testing the limits of my nerves.

First, he drew intricate white patterns over my hardened breasts, then licked them off with his tongue, biting and noisily sucking. My arousal was growing exponentially yet again!

From my breasts, the magical icy spoon crawled down to my stomach, causing cold goosebumps and hot flames in my crotch. After licking and kissing all over me around my navel, the man didn’t stop there.

Nazar scooped another spoonful of ice cream and laid it on my smooth mound, guiding it to my overheated center with his lips. I thought I’d lose my damn mind from the icy contrast of the dessert against the hot lips and tongue of the brunette. My clit had never experienced anything like that before and was infinitely grateful to Yartsev for the mind-blowing orgasm.

And despite all that, despite the indecent things happening to me, I wasn’t ashamed. Cozy… but hot.

“Stop squirming,” I heard a sleepy chuckle above my head, and my breast was squeezed more firmly, his fingers starting to toy with my nipple.

“I’m hot. You’re too hot, like a furnace.”

“Yeah, I’m like that,” he huffed smugly and, despite my attempts to pull away, pressed me closer. “I’m hot in every sense, like a demon of sin!”

“And very modest,” I rolled my eyes. “But I’m really too hot.”

“Buzzkill,” the guy growled and pulled his legs off mine, but suddenly hovered over me and went silent, looking me over. “You’re beautiful even in the morning.”

“Well, thanks for such a questionable compliment,” I looked back at Yartsev, and if anyone always managed to look perfect, it was definitely him. Who the hell did he sell his soul to to be this irresistible?

Unexpectedly, Nazar leaned down and kissed my lips gently. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that threw sparks yesterday in a battle for dominance or animal passion. This one was… tenderness, warm words and sincere care, comfort and feelings.

Pulling away from my lips, the man grabbed my breast. I think he’d decided that was his favorite part of my body. Licking between my tits, the brunette looked at me brightly with those green eyes.

“You taste good,” he smiled contentedly, whispering seductively into my ear, and I felt an insolent hand start stroking my sensitive petals. “Right now, you’re like salted caramel. And already so wet…”

“I think I just didn’t have time to dry off yet,” a moan slipped from my lips when he slightly lifted one of my legs, spread it, and slowly pushed in.

Nazar moved agonizingly slow, making me feel every inch and vein of his hard flesh. It was impossible to stay indifferent when someone was shamelessly making you feel this good. A few minutes later, I hit the peak of pleasure. The man followed right after me.

A real gentleman! Unfortunately, not everyone tries for their partner and waits for her pleasure.

After that pleasant awakening, an equally pleasant shower awaited me. Nazar clung to me like a leech, drinking all my life juices. I’d never had this much sex, especially with the same man. Usually, everything goes by pretty fast, lasting three hours max.

But here… I had a feeling Yartsev had decided I’d given him a green light to my body, and he was taking full advantage of it. And I… I just couldn’t refuse him! He came at me so insistently and pleasantly that I melted instantly, letting both of us enjoy the process!

Finally crawling out of bed and getting myself together, I realized I was really hungry. Nazar disappeared into his office, and I lazily shuffled toward the kitchen. But I froze in place the moment I stepped out of the room.

A pretty girl about twenty years old stood in front of me and stared at my appearance wide-eyed, blinking. No kidding! I was wearing nothing but tiny panties and a short tank top.

Blushing slightly and, it seemed to me, getting angry, the girl defiantly swept me with a contemptuous look from my legs to the top of my head.

Honestly, it made me laugh.

Go ahead, stare! I’m definitely not ashamed of my body!

To be fair, the girl had a decent figure too, but she’d decided to hide it under ugly shapeless jeans and some ridiculous blouse with ruffled sleeves.

“Hi,” I smirked shamelessly at the girl, demonstratively looking her over.

“Hello,” the blonde muttered back.

“Oh, Nastya, hi,” the apartment owner appeared.

“Hello, Mr. Yartsev. You’re home…” Nastya’s cheeks turned pink and her gaze shyly dropped to the floor.

Ooooh! So we’ve got a secret shy admirer of Shade here!