Her Russian

Chapter 9-Breakfast and a Kiss?

Ilia came to bed about an hour after he made Galina lay down.  He noticed her laying in the same spot he put her in, the middle. 

Her body looked sexy with his shirt wrapped around it.  It was unbuttoned enough to see her scar.  His brow wrinkled at what she must have gone through, how she must have been scared.

Mentally willing those thoughts away, he took in her hair.  It was silky looking and long.  He loved long hair, running his fingers through it, wrapping his hands up in it.

It fanned out around her pillow like a blonde halo, some of it laying across her cheek.

Galina had beautiful lips, plump, pink and perfect.  He should know.  He was mere centimeters from them earlier.

He hadn't really seen much more of her than that.  She needed new clothes, clothes that would show off that fine body of hers.

Stripping off his clothes, he threw on some black gym shorts and crawled in next to Galina.  Scooting in behind her, his body molded to hers, Ilia placed his arm over her waist, pulling her closer.

She sighed and unconsciously scooted back into him more, her behind rubbing his crotch.

"O Bozhe (Oh God)" Ilia moaned.  He was not going to survive this night.  Moving the sheets, he saw that his shirt had ridden up, revealing very sexy white lace bikini panties.

Her ass cheeks looked like creamy, golden globes of soft, perfect flesh.  "Christ" he sighed at the site.  He knew he should probably roll over but he didn't want to be that far from her.

"Little girl, you are going to be the death of me" he mumbled as he closed his eyes, sleep would come easy for the first time in months.

Ilia woke to a single ray of light streaming in through his semi-closed curtains.  A few birds were singing cheerfully outside in the tree.

Rolling his head to the left, he saw a little piece of paper with a note in beautifully scripted cursive.

Good morning, sleepy head!  If you're hungry or just want coffee, come down.  I'm in your kitchen!  G

He found himself smiling at her innocent note, but it meant everything to him.  Crawling from bed, he pulled a gray tank shirt from his dresser, put it on and went to brush his teeth.

Making his way down to the kitchen, he smelled something fantastic.  He stared at Galina.  She had her hair up in a messy pile on her head, she was still wearing his shirt but had rolled up the sleeves.

She looked sexy as hell and he was finding it harder and harder to keep his hands off her.

"Hi" she said, her voice sounded breathy.  "Good morning, dorogaya" his husky voice rang out.  "What have you fixed that smells so good?" he asked.

"Blinis" she said smiling.  "Babushka taught me how to make them her way.  I made fresh cream and cut up the fruit you had left" she was holding out a plate for him.

Joining him at the table, Ilia pulled out her chair and then sat next to her.  Cutting into the deliciousness on his plate, he moaned as soon as it hit his tongue.

Galina giggled and received a stern look from Ilia, to which she kept smiling but didn't vocalize it again.  "This is wonderful, Galina" he said finishing his plate.