Get distracted with Artyom again

My squad continues our project over the next few days, digging the trench when we aren’t posted on guard. Fedorov is happy to keep us busy, still trying to punish us for our previous failure. The only good thing about having to stand so many watches in the forest is that I usually get paired up with Artyom.

I’m excited, because I know the types of things we do when we end up alone. I’ve been thinking about how he filled me up last time. It’s hard not to crave his cock. The only good love I’ve had since I was still at university was from him.

“Artyom.” I say.

“What?” He asks.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.”

“What about me?”

“You’re just a fox.” He says. “Look at you. Best pussy I’ve ever had and it isn’t even close.”

“Do you want more?” I ask him playfully.

“Is that even a question?”

The moment overtakes us and we have another one of our spontaneous collisions. We make out with fierce passion like we always do, with animalistic hunger. He ends up on top of me and I hold him tightly. Being so close to him is exciting.

“Take your pants down.” He says, giving me a suggestive look. “I want to show you something.”

I lay back for him, spread my coat, undo my belt and my buttons, and pull my pants down to my knees. Artyom can’t help but reach out and put his hands on my legs. His touch is electric. He rubs my thighs and works his way up to the very tops of my legs where he grabs the waistband of my panties.

“These too.” He says. I help him take them down. “Watch this.”

Artyom crawls into me and brings his face up to my crotch. I shudder when I feel his warm tongue first brush across my pussy.

“I like where this is going.” I tell him. His lapping tongue makes me bite my lip. He kisses and sucks and licks. I throw my head back.

“Right there!” I moan when I feel the tip of his tongue find my clit. “That’s the spot!”

Artyom picks up the intensity. I stretch my legs out and curl my toes. It feels so good. An intense wave of pleasure grips me and elicits a gasp from my lips.

“Where did you learn to do THAT?” I ask.

I can’t make out his response but the vibrations from his lips drive me mad and make me thrash on the ground. He grabs my hips to steady me and goes in for the kill.

“Ahh!” I moan and buck my hips. My knuckles are turning white from gripping down on my coat. “More!”

He gives me exactly what I’m asking for and it’s ecstatic. His swirling tongue drives me to the edge.

“I can’t take it anymore!” I say, and push his head back. He comes up to his knees. I roll over onto my hands and knees and look back at him.

“Fuck me.” I order him, arching my back up and sticking my ass out at him.

“Say no more.” He says with a small laugh and walks over to me on his knees, his hands busy undoing his belt. I go down to my elbows to stick my butt up even higher for him. He runs his hands over my ass before grabbing one of my hips with one hand and his cock with the other. He pokes his tip around at my crotch before finding my entrance and lining himself up. Just the very tip of his cock presses against my lips. I can’t stand waiting anymore.

“Do it!” I beg him. He thrusts his hips forwards.

“Da!” I sigh when my lips spread and envelop his head. I enjoy the sensations as he starts to rock back and forth, working himself into me little by little. His cock feels so good that I can’t help but thrust back against him.

“Fuck.” He mutters, picking up his pace. I gasp, then bite my lip. He starts to hammer me, his hands clamped tightly down on my hips. I can hear my ass smacking against his body with every thrust. I can’t help but moan again. He makes me feel so full. I bury my face into my forearms and arch my back up even more. The slight change in our angle makes his thick cock hit me in just the right spot.

“Oh fuck!” I gasp. “Artyom!”

He slows his pace but fucks me harder, with a strong, steady rhythm. I don’t know how he does it. Artyom makes me cum again. I bite down on my sleeve and push back against him as far and as hard as I can as the waves of pleasure wash over me. I’m literally shaking.

Artyom doesn’t stop pounding me. I give up on thrusting back against him, tired, trying to catch my breath. He smacks my ass with one of his hands.

“Did you just cum again?” He asks me. I look back over my shoulder at him and nod. He gives me a smirk before closing his eyes and biting his own lip. His pace slows. His chest heaves.

Artyom picks up his pace for one last flurry of thrusts, the sound of our bodies smacking together echoes through the woods. I can hear him panting.

“Fuck…. Fuck!” He gasps and pulls out of me. I feel a string of hot cum squirt across my ass cheek and stick to me. Artyom moans as he decorates my backside. I smile and gyrate my hips for him. I love the hot, sticky feeling of his cum hitting my bare skin. When he’s all done, he rubs the head of his softening cock against my ass, smearing the last few drops of his load onto me.

“That was amazing.” He says. We both can’t help but giggle. “Let me help clean you up.”