Soft kisses tickle my neck. Arching, I open my eyes to the beautiful sunrise. The shadow of birds dance in the dawn colored sky. A cool breeze drifts over my face and I am grateful for the blanket Yuri had thrown over us at some point in the night. His hard chest is against my back and his warmth cocoons me. His erection is nestled against my bottom and his hand on my stomach keeps me close.
"Good morning, beautiful."
I stretch, returning his greeting. I pull his borrowed jacket closer to me and inhaled deep. I have never felt so safe and wanted in my life.
"Hmm. That feels good." Yuri molds his body to mine and follows my movements. I smile and settle against him, recollecting our night together. Our make out session lasted long into the night. After, we rustled up cheese, crackers and fruit from the basket. We whispered sweet nothings as we fed each other, fireflies bopping and twirling outside our romantic seclusion. With insects singing in the distance and Yuri's arms surrounding me, I drifted into the most peaceful sleep I've ever had.
I would have gladly gone all the way. Even without the promise of climax at the end, I knew I would treasure every second of being with Yuri but he halted our play, promising, "Soon."
"We have to get out of here," he says now, still touching me softly.
Still it takes more than thirty minutes to rise from our picnic area.
"Are we going to just leave this stuff here?" I ask, gesturing at the remains of the last night.
"It's going to be taken care of."
Twenty minutes later, we're on our way back to the apartment. The morning wind comes into the car and teases my bedraggled hair. The ends tease my chin and neck. Our hands are joined between us. Yuri's thumb is caressing the back of mine.
I don't want this to end.
His eyes are hooded and his clothes are disheveled. He looks like he just rolled out of bed. Inexplicably, I blush and a silly grin tugs my lips. He answers with one of his own. As if he reads my mind, he squeezes my hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss, saying, "Spend the day with me."
"I'd love that. I need to call Lovely though."
I need not have wasted my breath.
"Bow chicka bow wow," Lovely says as a greeting and my cheeks heat. "Please tell you're in bed still naked and sweaty from getting your freak on."
I groan. "Love-"
"Oh girl, tell me everything."
"We're-"
"I can hear it in your voice." There is clapping on the line. "My girl has finally gotten laid."
A quick glance at Yuri tells me he's getting the gist of the one-side conversation
"Are all the rumors true? Is it as big as they say?"
A raised eyebrow comes my way. I shrug, blushing so hard, I am sure my hair will catch afire soon.
"I-"
"Oh gosh, this is so wonderful. I'm so happy for you guys! Is he next to you?"
I clear my throat and reply, "Actually, yes-"
She squeals before I can finish my sentence and I hold the phone away from my ear. When she finally calms down, she says, "Don't bother coming in today. I've got everything under control."
The line goes dead.
"I'm yours for the day," I say lamely as I return my cell to my clutch purse.
He just smiles.
Walking over the threshold into our apartment, I instantly feel the difference. Removing Yuri's jacket and placing it on the back of the couch, I realize the difference is not in the surroundings. It's in me. While I am still afraid of what the future holds, I want to take the chance even more. What if we could be all Yuri says and more? What if there is the tiniest possibility that my fantasies can be more than that? Can I be a wife, a mother, someone's reason for being?
I want to find out.
I look back. He is leaning against the closed door, looking at with me with such heat and devotion. Ignoring the tiny negative voice in my head that says this is a bad idea, I walk up to him and say, "Make me feel like a woman, Yuri. Make me yours."
I kiss him. Not the timid, unsure peck I would have given him just yesterday but a no holds barred, tongue practically shoved down his throat kiss of a woman ready and willing to be fucked. He meets my candor with equal force, opening his mouth to receive my tongue. Later I'm sure I will be shocked at my behavior but now I revel in this heady sense of control.
Tearing my lips from his, I pepper kisses along his jaw and neck. My hands are busy as well. One by one, I undo the buttons of his shirt until the garment gapes open. I push it off his shoulders and it lands on the floor with a whisper of a sound. He helps me remove the white undershirt and it follows a similar course.
A low sound of appreciation escapes me. Broad shoulders. A wide chest divided by abs stacked better than a Hersey's bar leading to lean hips. Tiny, brown nipples. All of it adds up to make up this male perfection. Adonis has nothing on Yuri.