From Russia With Love

When Dominika dragged her eyelids open the next morning, her arm reactively flew up to shield her face from the harsh rays of the sun, stinging her sleepy, dilated pupils. She rolled over quickly to escape the bright light, feeling out the space next to her for Gerard's form in the downy bed. For once Dominika was surprised to come up empty, his half of the bed cold and vacant. She paused for a moment, cocking her head to the side slightly as she listened out, the familiar sound of water beating down against the tile floor of the shower in the adjoining bathroom instantly calming her. She smirked to herself as she realized he'd woken before her, the events of the previous night quickly flowing back to her mind in a rush, heat rising from her stomach as she carefully flicked through each and every moment of the evening before in her head. A mixture of smugness, embarrassment and lastly a newfound emotion she had only experienced flashes of in the past swirled around in her being, coloring her flesh from the inside out.

She rolled over again, this time to her back as her eyes adjusted to the light of the room, shuffling the previous night into chronological order in her head. Her recollection numbed a little by alcohol, Dominika couldn't be certain everything was exactly as she remembered it, but nonetheless every hair on her body stood on end as she closed her eyes, her head almost lost among the sea of pillows that decorated the head of the lofty bed.

Lying back against the pillows, Dominika's heart raced as she obeyed Gerard's request, her thighs shaking, trembling in a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. She watched him with curiosity, her cheeks burning as his calloused hands splayed against the soft skin of her inner leg and urged it apart from the other, gently but firmly. Her legs spread before him, he took in the full, uninterrupted view of her exposed sex before his eyes met hers for a moment, burning, and he ducked his head between her legs without a single word, unable to hold back any longer.

Dominika's breathing became shallow as he lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves between the soft folds of the apex between her thighs, slowly at first and then with a building rhythm. His tongue moved quickly against just the right spot, whipping her body into a frenzy as her fingers knotted into his dark hair. Dominika's eyes, previously trained on the ceiling, now slid slowly downwards to meet his, a shy smile crossing her face as she untwined one of the hands knotted in his hair to cover her own face bashfully.

He pulled away for a brief second, eyes traveling up her body to her flushed cheeks as a coy smile crept across his face.

"That's it baby, relax"

Dominika covered her eyes with her hands as she pulled herself back to reality, the shy, naive feeling of the memories of only a few hours before still fresh in her mind with the same acute feelings attached. Being with Gerard was a strange paradox between feeling extremely awkward and shy and the most comfortable she had in her life. Though Dominika was inexperienced and virginal, he brought out every particle of lust she had lurking in her body.

The water shut off suddenly in the bathroom behind her, and she shivered with expectation, pulling the crisp white sheet around her naked body.

Every inch of Dominika's naked body trembled in delight as each breath she took grew more and more shallow, struggling to resist the temptation to wrench Gerard by his hair closer to her in passion, her fingers weaved into his inch-long hair as his pace slowed teasingly, an involuntary moan of protest escaping her lips that she barely registered as her own.

"Are you gonna come for me, baby?" he whispered, lips lingering unbearably close to the very place she wanted them to be. He was teasing her now, drawing out the new and erratic sensations that pulsed through her body. Her eyes remained firmly shut, pale fingers twisted in his hair as he leant over, enticing gentle, restrained moans from her pursed lips in objection to the lack of contact now he had edged her so very close to a peak she had never before reached. Dominika's eyes flew open suddenly, locking straight into his with a newfound assertion, fueled by a combination of the liquor that coursed through her veins and the brand new throes of this newly found ecstasy.

"That's my girl" he purred in approval. Releasing his grip on one of her creamy thighs, he raised his finger to his mouth and licked the very tip slowly, holding her gaze as his hand traveled lower, back down to the pulse of heat between her thighs, his fingertip coming to rest on her exposed clitoris. A brazen grin spread across Gerard's face as Dominika squirmed beneath him, the tiny noises from her lips becoming less restrained and a little louder in the quiet of the room around them.

Gerard's head appeared around the doorway, checking to see if she was awake before he strode into the room, grinning like a Cheshire cat and his skin glistening with beads of water that rolled down his chest to soak the towel slung around his waist.

"Morning, baby" he chirped, his smile widening as he took in the outline of her bare body beneath the sheets, her clothes still in a crumpled heap on the floor. Dominika was delayed in her response, still amazed to see him awake so early for the first time since he'd come home.

"Morning" she replied, eyeing him curiously "do you have something planned for today?"

"Maybe" he quipped back, his pleased smile fading into his familiar cunning smirk. Cheeky Gerard. Annoying Gerard. Extra love-able Gerard. Not knowing what he was up to was frustrating, but even more so that now she had to remind him of her prior commitment to the ballet company that had been long planned in advance.

"Did you forget I have to go into the company today for blocking rehearsal? I'm due in at nine"

He shook his head, grinning again. Water droplets sprayed from his hair and sprinkled on the carpet like a rain shower, barely missing the edge of the fluffy duvet.

"I didn't forget" he corrected "I'm driving you in today. Poor old John deserves a day off, don't you think?"

Dominika raised her eyebrows, surprised but pleased. Gerard had only recently begun to drive again, his back just healed enough that he could sit in the driver's seat for a decent length of time before it caused him pain. She laughed at herself internally, remembering her previous distaste for his driving back in Russia, and shook her head, more and more astonished by how every aspect of her life had been turned upside down.

"What are you laughing at, kid? Better hustle or you're going to be late"

Dominika tried to decide if he was serious or not but he quickly made his intentions clear, tossing the sheets back off the bed so her skin was instantly exposed to the gelid morning air of the room. Squealing in protest, she clawed for the lost edge of the blankets, coming up empty as she shivered involuntarily, struggling to cover her naked body with her free hand. She stared at him, scowling as he laughed and bent to pick his discarded shirt from the night before off the floor, tossing it to her.

"Sorry kid" he said, though the tone of his voice was hardly apologetic "military training". She continued to stare him down silently with disapproval, slipping the shirt over her head and pulling it down over her body as she shuffled towards the bathroom door. As she passed, Gerard reached out and slapped her ass playfully, winking at her as she looked back at him in mock horror.

"I'll be waiting downstairs"

Alone in the bathroom, Dominika secured her long, messy bed hair into a loose knot on the top of her head and ran the water, testing it with her fingers delicately before she slipped into the shower stall. Rivulets of warm water ran down her body, loosening her taut muscles and calming her fast heartbeat in her chest. She sighed, rubbing her neck with one hand as she stood beneath the hot stream, steam curling up into the high ceiling above her and away into oblivion. Her face hot and red, she couldn't control the thoughts that crept into her mind again, wrapping her arms around her chest, retracing Gerard's every touch on her skin.

Dominika squirmed beneath him, his mouth working on her rapidly as every breath she expelled came out as a pant, her mind numb to anything now but the feeling of his tongue. His hands had migrated from her thighs to her waist, and now he held it firmly, securing her to him as if he was afraid she might squirm away at any moment. His eyes flicked up to note her face contorted in pleasure, the tightness in his pants straining nearly painfully against his zipper. Never was she more beautiful to his than in this moment, under his spell, under his touch and her body entirely his.

Every muscle in Dominika's body tightened in response to the heat that built slowly from her stomach down to her thighs, her skin glowing with heat. Her inner legs trembled against the sides of his head and just when she could take it no longer and the urge to push his head away overwhelmed her, every nerve ending in her body exploded in delight and she cried out, pulling Gerard's hair to the point it strained painfully against his scalp.

"Oh God, Gerard" she breathed, her sex throbbing between her legs in the aftermath of her very first orgasm, each wave a gentle flow of pleasure through her body that produced the most pleasant sense of euphoria within her.

He pulled himself up onto the bed beside her, folding her body into his arms and shifting them both so they lay the right way in the bed, pulling the sheets over both their bodies. Without a thought she leant a little away from him to retrieve her clothing from the floor, intending to put at least her shirt back on.

"Don't worry about your clothes, baby" Gerard said nonchalantly, spreading his arm further out beneath her "I like what you're wearing now"

Blushing but eager to please, she allowed the garments to drop to the floor again, curling herself back into his strong, warm arms. Naked and exposed, but somehow equally as secure and safe as she'd ever felt.

Dressing in her layers of dance clothes including leg-warmers and two pairs of tights to fend off the cold air of the studio, Dominika hurried herself along, mindful of Gerard waiting downstairs. She brushed through her hair quickly, just enough to tame the snarls at the base of her neck and around her hairline and smoothed her hair over her head, slicking it with a little water before coiling the rest around her fingers. She secured the haphazard but acceptable bun against her head with pins, mindful of the time.

Throwing her shoes and towel into her bag quickly, Dominika tossed her dance bag over her shoulder and took the stairs two at a time, smiling widely as she spied Gerard who waited patiently in the foyer, now dressed in jeans and a neat jacket, his wet hair perfectly combed back into place and starting to dry against his head.

"That must have been a record time for you" he teased, holding his hand out to her expectantly. Dominika took it, weaving her fingers into his but he soon chuckled beside her, leaning over to kiss the side of her face.

"I meant your bag, but this is even better"

Sheepishly, Dominika handed it over, glad when he took her hand again with the free one.

The sky was clear and bright as they walked down the drive hand in hand, the long stretch of pavement lined with bare grey trees, stripped of their leaves by the frosty winter wind that seemed to whip through the estate at all hours of the day. A warm yellow haze of sunrise glowed through the trees in the distance, and Gerard breathed in the air appreciatively as they approached the car.

"Ready, kid? Today is going to be a good day"

Notes

Sorry for so long between updates guys, I recently started a new dance class and a brand new degree. Busy times ahead but no matter what I won't abandon this story :)
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