My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 318: Fruit Fest Is About To Begin

(Karsten)

Arata went to the washroom to freshen up and change while I extracted beach shorts and a cotton white shirt, fit to wear on this occasion.

Using the outside bathroom, I washed up and changed my attire. Spraying myself with my favourite cologne, I let the fragrance settle.

Weaving a wet hand through my hair I combed them backwards, dampening them before exiting.

I came upon the deck and lazed on one of the sun loungers, with one leg on the lounger and the other dangling down. Stretching my body, I folded my left arm and rested it under my head, watching the calm waves of the aqua sea, kissing the steps leading from our deck into the water.

Minimal clouds decorated the light blue sky today, and it was going to be mostly sunny with a strong breeze.

Olia and her helper began to bring out the breakfast as Arata had requested earlier.

The tantalising aroma of the fresh food made my stomach growl but I waited for my beautiful wife to join me.

"Sir! Do you need anything else?" Olia respectfully asked.

"No. You people can go for a break. We will call you in the evening for a late lunch." I wanted to be alone with Arata.

"The back door will lock in auto. We will knock and you can let us in through this device." She handed me a white oval device with different buttons for locking and unlocking doors and windows of the villa.

I accepted.

She bowed before all the staff left through the back door.

I didn’t have to wait long before the door slid open and Arata’s fruity scent reached me before she could.

Instantly I turned my head to watch my amazing wife emerge from inside with a swagger.

Completely enthralled I watched her amble towards me in a short beach wrap skirt of purple and pink tones with flowers on it. Her thick legs were on display for me to fully behold her.

She had topped it with a crochet white boho, the kind that hardly contained her breasts and left little to the imagination.

The necklace I had given her as the first gift now sat snugly against her slender neck.

Somehow that made my heart flutter. She had once thrown it into my face because I was a jerk to her but now she had accepted it back.

"You came out to slay," I said, trying to swallow the hard lump forming in my throat and not just pounce on her like some wild animal in heat.

She smirked, walking slowly towards me, hips swaying, arms reaching out to grab my shoulders to swing herself over my waist.

"Talk about yourself, Adonis."

I grabbed her waist, steadying her, making her melt into me. Her hands came around my face, lips hovering over mine.

"Me? I am just a humble human, Ma’am," I chuckled against her lips. My hands felt her naked back, smooth and soft. Only a single ribbon held her boho together.

She scoffed so hard. "You and humble are word opposites."

"You have humbled me." I slowly grazed her spine with my pointer, making her shudder. My hand itched to grab her round ass but I waited.

"Maybe a fraction." She smiled, such a precious smile, making me all gooey inside. This woman has reduced me to a mess. A mushy mess like mashed potatoes.

"Come, let’s have breakfast. It will get cold. You shouldn’t be hungry for long." Keeping my arms around her I straightened a bit so we could half sit with her in my lap.

We started with juice and pancakes. I fed her with my hands and she gladly ate everything I offered.

Then she took hold of the plate, filled it with all kinds of food and began to feed me. Wholeheartedly, I accepted every bite she offered. At times I would grab her wrist and even lick her fingers, making her happily giggle.

She then picked up the bowl of mixed fruits and placed it in her lap. Strawberry was the first fruit she chose.

Slowly she popped half of it into her mouth and suggestively turned to face me with a pout.

Without wasting a second, I leaned in and claimed her mouth. My other hand crawled up the back of her neck, clutching it just hard enough not to hurt but keep her locked to me.

The tangy sweetness of the strawberry mingled with the taste of her mouth and created an addictive concoction. I wanted more, so much more.

Slowly, I lowered her onto the sun lounger, taking extra care. Breaking the kiss, I swiped my tongue on my lips, tasting her and the strawberry, licking every remnant.

She watched me with half-hooded eyes and still held the bowl of fruit in her hands. I took it from her hand.

With a tug of the ribbon holding her boho together, I let it loose and lifted it off her gorgeous body.

Turning the bowl, I emptied it into the valley between her chest, decorating it with all kinds of fruits.

"That’s how I want to see my girl." My fevered gaze took in how mesmerising she appeared with a knowing smile on her face and chest covered with all kinds of fruits. The pinkish tips of her breasts puckered under my gaze.

Picking up the pineapple slices, I adjusted them around her tightened nipples.

They poked out of the holes in the slices and she chuckled, letting a shudder pass through her, "They are more sensitive than ever."

"Good, that means my girl will feel more. I am going to decorate your whole body."

Mango cubes went next, making a line from the base of her breasts to her navel. Picking up a cherry, I topped her navel with it.

Another giggle went through her, making her body rock.

But I saved the best one for the last. It was time for the juicy oval purple grapes.

Reaching for the knot holding her wrap skirt together, I pulled, letting it unfurl. Picking up the cloth covering her intimacy I pulled it away, revealing her softness to my starved eyes.

A sharp breath left me, and my cock hardened; all the blood from my body seemed to have been pumped into it.

’Patience,’ I warned myself.

"Open your legs, Blue Rose," I commanded and she obeyed without a question. Carefully picking them up and placing each on either side of the sun lounger. She deliberately upped her hips, giving me a perfect view.

"Good wifey!" I generously praised and her cheeks turned deep red. I still had that effect on her, maybe I always would.

And then without wasting a second. I adjusted the first grape between my pointer and thumb and bent down.

My face was inches from the pleasure place nestled between her legs. With precision, I shoved it inside, and her wet insides swallowed without a hint of hesitation, even clenching my finger which lingered.

"AHH!" A slow moan left her as her hips buckled.

"A few more to go, so buckle up, my Curvy Rose," I informed, my voice becoming deep. "And then I will enjoy my fruit fest."

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