For the second morning in a row, Zoey woke with the most incredible contentment. She opened her eyes to the same sight as yesterday morning, an amazingly huge Russian child lying next to her. His baby face was hidden behind that beard and it certainly didn’t go with the man’s body below, but the peace on his face gave him away. He was a giant man-child with a magnetic personality that made him impossible to resist. She snuggled into his chest, completely at peace in his arms. He stirred slightly, but did not wake. She lay her cheek against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. She was slowly drifting back into sleep, when she remembered.
ST. PETERSBURG! Oh, my God, what time was it? She jerked at the realization that she might be late and started to move out of bed. He held her tightly betraying the fact that he was actually awake.
“Where you going?” he asked sleepily.
“St. Petersburg. I have to go. What time is it?” she said struggling against his grasp.
“It early yet. What time you have to go?”
“Well, I was going to get an early start. I was going to spend the day there,” she said, looking into those azure eyes.
“The whole day?” he asked.
She hesitated, wondering if she heard a note of disappointment in his voice or not.
“Well, yes. I have never been there before. It is a beautiful city, isn’t it? I wanted to see it.”
“Of course, it is. It is second only to Moscow in beautiful sights.”
She noted the pride in his voice as he announced his preference for his own city. She smiled at him. She gathered her courage and swallowed.
“Would you like to go with me?” Until she asked the question, she really didn’t know just how much she wanted the answer to be yes. She did not want to think of being separated from him for the whole day. She would not enjoy St. Petersburg half as much if he was not there to share it with her. Please say yes. Please say yes, her heart cried, while her brain reminded her that she had a job to do and she didn’t need him to come with her.
He smiled at her and she knew he could see right through her. How would she ever win with him if he could read her every thought so easily?
“I could go, but it still early, don’t get up yet.”
He pulled her against his chest and rolled her over on top of him. Her hair cascaded into his face. He brushed it away from him and kissed her softly. The same delirium from last night threatened to wash over her again. She resisted.
“Alex, I have to shower. It is later than you think.”
She pressed her hands against his chest, but he wouldn’t release her. He shook his head at her.
“No, no, no. It is not late. Early yet.” He kissed her again and slid his hand between her legs, fondling her purposefully.
She could feel his cock harden against her. She couldn’t do this now or they’d never get out of bed. She pushed against him again. He stopped kissing her and looked up into her eyes.
“Please Alex, I really need to shower. It will take some time to get to St Petersburg and I have lots to do when we get there. I have to get out of bed.”
“No. Not yet,” he said, whispering in her ear. “No go yet.”
He kissed her again, urgently, his fingers still probing between her legs. She felt herself swoon. She couldn’t get out of bed now if she wanted to. He was not going to let her go and he’d made her want him so bad, she was at his mercy, yet again. She kissed him back hard and breathless. He turned her quickly and was on top of her in a second. He pressed inside her. She arched her back, throwing her head back at the incredible sensation. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung to him, reveling in the way he made love to her. He was slow and gentle. He slid his hands up under her shoulders and cradled her head. He kissed her lips over and over and then her neck, again over and over. He pressed his right hand down on the mattress and leaned down to suck her nipple between his lips. He continued to pump as deep as he could inside her, slowly, over and over.
“Oh, Alex,” she moaned and he smothered her mouth with a kiss again. She raised her hips against him, matching him stroke for stroke. His pace quickened. His breathing was becoming heavier. Her skin felt so alive next to his, so warm. Her climax began to tingle. His thrusts were faster and faster as she came, moaning his name. He buried his face in her neck and thrust one last time as he came inside her. He collapsed on top of her and she heard him snicker in her ear.
“What?” she said, rubbing her check against the stubble on this jaw.
“Still want out of bed?”
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