Aleksandr
Iwake to the feel of a soft, feminine body clinging to me. The soft vanilla scent wafts over me, seeping into my barely conscious brain and making me rock hard in seconds. It takes a minute for me to remember everything. I’d had a hell of a time falling asleep, and my brain feels sluggish to the extreme. Despite her falling asleep as close to the edge of the bed as humanly possible, Holly’s managed to not only make it over to my side of the bed but is now draped over me like she’s trying to maul me in my sleep.
Or fuck me, I can’t help but think as I look down at the way her arm and leg are draped over me with her head resting on my chest, rising and falling with my breaths. Her red-and-white polar bear pajamas are adorable, even though it pains me to admit it. I’m not much for cutesy things, but she has a way of pulling them off. Before I can talk sense into myself, I brush her dark hair back, exposing the side of her face to me and the long, silver scar that I’m so curious about. She keeps sleeping, so I don’t stop. I let the silky strands of her hair slip between my fingers, but when I get greedy and run my finger along the smooth skin of her cheek, I feel her body tense and know she’s woken up.
“Good morning,lisichka.”
“I’m so sorry,” she mumbles, and when she starts to rise up and move, my arms tighten around her, holding her in place before I’ve even made the conscious decision to do so.
“Leaving so soon?” I tease, enjoying the feel of her hand on my chest, even if she is just using me for leverage to get up.
When she wiggles and her thigh bumps up against my erection, she sucks in a quick breath of air, making me laugh at her embarrassment as she stutters out a quick apology and tries harder to roll off me.
“You squirming isn’t going to make it go down,” I tell her just in case she didn’t know.
She finally sighs and falls still. “Can you please let me go?”
I immediately loosen my grip on her, watching her scurry to her side of the bed and then pull the covers up to her neck for further protection.
I laugh and say, “You’re the one who found me in the night,lisichka.”
She hops up and runs for the bathroom, shutting the door on my laughter. I give a big stretch, willing my cock to go down, but it’s a stubborn bastard and doesn’t listen. I ignore it and think about what I need to do today. There’s no way in hell she’s going to like what’s coming, but it’s unavoidable, and I can’t put it off any longer.
Several minutes later, she comes out dressed in jeans and a red sweater with a white argyle print of snowmen stretched across her chest.
“Do you own any clothes that aren’t Christmas related?” I ask, noticing the way she looks at the tent my cock is still making of the sheet. Her cheeks blush almost as red as her sweater.
“Yes,” she says, avoiding me and looking off to the closet. “Do you own anything that isn’t black?”
“I have a few dark grey sweaters, and I might even have a dark blue one in there somewhere, possibly a green one, too.”
She bites her bottom lip, trying to hold back her grin.
“You’re not going to like this, but I need to shower, and I can’t leave you alone just yet.”
“Um,” she starts to say and then stops.
I get out of bed, laughing when she realizes I’m naked.
“Holy shit!” she gasps, blushing beet red and covering her eyes with her hand.
“Never seen a cock before,lisichka?”
She ignores me and keeps her gaze averted while I grab some clothes and pull her into the bathroom.
“I’m not going to run off,” she protests, tripping over her feet because she still has her eyes covered.
“I’m afraid I can’t take that chance.” I set my clothes on the countertop and start the shower, letting it heat up while I brush my teeth, watching her in the mirror as she looks around and finally sits down on the edge of the tub. I wink at her in the mirror when I catch her eyeing my cock. She blushes and quickly darts her eyes away.
“Look all you want. In fact, feel free to join me. I’d love some help in getting rid of this.”
Her mouth drops open. “Don’t you dare,” she whispers at me like we’re in church and I’m about to offend the entire congregation by standing up and showing them my hard cock.
I laugh and step into the shower. It’s a large shower, easily enough room for two people, and lucky for Holly, she’s got a clear view of me thanks to the glass that I just recently sprayed some anti-fog spray on because I hate having the mirrors and glass fog up every time I shower. I like being able to see my surroundings, and not being able to see the bathroom door while I shower just isn’t an option for me. You can never be too safe in my line of work.
Keeping my eyes on Holly, I lather up my body and scrub myself clean, smiling at how she keeps stealing glances at me. When I grip my cock and start to jerk myself off, she’s unable to look away. Her eyes stay locked on the way I’m gripping my shaft, working myself in a brutal pace that’s borderline violent because there’s something about this adorable, naïve girl that drives me fucking crazy.
My balls start to tense, and I know it’s not going to take me much longer, not with her cute little ass sitting on the edge of my tub, squirming in place while she eyes my dick with a hungry look in her eyes. Memories of this morning flood my head—the way her small body had felt against mine, her sweet scent that I swear I can still smell on my skin, and the way her cheek and hair had felt under my fingers. All of it works together to have me slamming my hand against the tiled wall and growling out a “Fuck!” as I come so hard the edges of my vision start to darken.