85. Cherish

That sleep was the final recovery I needed. I felt fully alive, tingling with pent up energy after doing nothing but eating and resting for so many days. My pulse was quickening, my thoughts racing with ideas, all of them naughty and involving Ivan.

When Ivans hands trailing softly over my naked skin, his surprise at realising I had woken up before him and stripped off was exquisite. Not knowing where his hand would gently brush next made those fireworks extra sensitive. It took everything I had not to make a noise. To just enjoy his roaming.

Rolling over my legs parted and I could feel how wet I'd become just through his touches. As his clothes hit the floor with a soft flump I sat up and shuffled away, vanishing from his sight in the dark. "Hey, where are you going?" he called softly, as I heard him leaning back onto the bed, the squashy mattress absorbing his huge body.

It was my turn to delicately touch him in the dark. First I trailed a finger up his shins making him grunt.