He was asleep, but came awake the moment I opened the door. It was a short flight so I didn’t expect him to sleep, but as I gazed into his eyes, I saw how exhausted he looked.
He had undone the top button of his white shirt and had obviously just plopped himself on the top of the duvet. He looked so sexy, but as usual painfully alone.
I stopped at the foot of the bed.
“What is it?” he asked, sitting up.
I wanted to run my fingers through his sleep tousled hair, but he beat me to it.
“Yulia,” I began. “Why don’t you ever spend time with her?”
He sighed. “Haven’t you noticed how terrified she is of me?”
“Even so. Maybe if you tried just a little bit more…”
“If I come too close to her, and show her even the slightest intention to stay, she looks like she is about to burst into tears.”
“Why?” I asked. “Has your relationship with her always been this way?
“Of course not,” he said, a slight tilt of his lips at a memory. “We used to be buddies, especially in her third and fifth year. But ever since I took over custodianship of her and brought her home to London with me, she has slowly withdrawn.” He narrowed his gaze as he thought a bit more deeply. “No,” he concluded thoughtfully. “It’s a bit more recent than that. It really began at the same time she stopped speaking.”
“But—”
“No more of that now,” he said. “We’ll talk about it more when we arrive. Right now, we only have a short time before we land.”
“Oh,” I said thinking he was dismissing me. I went to turn around, but he reached out and catching my hand and pulled. I fell on top of him.
The breath was knocked out of me as my chest connected with his rock hard one. Suddenly, his beautiful face was much too close. My brain stopped functioning. “Yuri,” I whispered, as he brushed his thumb in slow feather like circles on the pulse in my wrist.
“Your heart is racing,” he mocked.
We had one week…
A surge of emotion that I couldn’t understand rushed into me at this thought, and before he could see it in my eyes, I crushed my mouth to his. The kiss was fervent, desperate, and heart wrenching all at the same time. He let go of my wrist and I climbed on him to position myself more properly. My hands were on either side of his head as I spread my legs apart and across his hips.
His palm immediately went to my crotch. “I told you to wear more dresses, ” he rasped, breathless.
For once, I was remorseful. I broke away from his mouth to make the promise to him. “I’ll be sure to do that throughout this week.
“And no panties either,” he growled.
“Okay,” I whispered.
With his eyes on me, he pulled at the button of my jeans and slipped his big, strong hand down into my panties and over my pussy. He palmed me hard.
A gasp of pleasure at the sweet pressure against my clit escaped my lips. My eyes shut as I savored the flick of his fingers on my slick folds.
Still holding onto me, he turned me around and put me on my back on the bed. He rose and began to unbutton his slacks.
My eyes widened in alarm. “Yuri, Yulia is just outside.”
“We’ll keep it down,” he said.
Now, I panicked even more, because I had never been able to keep it down when we engaged in full sex.
He dug into his dark briefs and fetched his cock.
No matter how many times I saw it, it never failed to excite me. I gazed with unashamed lust at the beautiful shaft of his body but then shook my head to regain my senses. “I want to fuck you, Yuri more than you can imagine but we need to wait.”
His hands were on my hips and pulling my jeans down.
“Yuri,” I whispered desperately.
“No, I’m going to fuck you right here,” he said. “I need to be inside of you right now…. I need to taste your sweet pussy, April.” Pushing up my blouse he traced hard rapid kisses down my torso and then onto my sex.
The way he opened his mouth and covered my wet slick pussy made my back arch off the bed. I moaned feverishly as his tongue dug deep into my opening to lap up my juices, and his teeth nipped at my swollen, sensitive clit.
“Yuri, please?” I cried softly, but he refused to slow down.
His fingers joined the assault and I wanted to jump out of my skin. I kept a hand over my mouth, and the other on the duvet, tugging it violently to contain my sanity.
With rhythmic urgent thrusts, he finger-fucked me, his hand across my chest to pin me to the bed, while he ravished my pussy. I came with a maddened rush, my mouth opening in a cry. Thank God, his hand went over my mouth.