Pillow Talk

Him & I

There was no sound but the birds tweeting above their heads, the sea licking the shore and the soft touch of the leaves on the trees around them. The salty sea breeze lifted her unruly wavy locks up, her sun kissed skin glowed in the summer light, the tiny little glitters stuck on her body all over after her bubble bath sparkled like millions of stars and indeed made her look like a pixie. As usual, Elena wore nothing but giant sunglasses and his jersey; always the home one, in despise of the away one with her twisted logic. Her long legs were pulled under her in the white big wood chair that was set in the front terrace of the seaside cabine he rented.

Roman sat at the other side of the table, his legs spread out in front of him, crossed at the ankles, his gaze set on her. There was something profoundly peaceful in just watching her with a book in her hand, watching how her face pulled into a grimace, or how she nodded approvingly, or grinned from ear to ear as she read.

"Are you staring at me?" She asked without looking up from her book and Roman smiled. There went the peace.

"I am." He nodded, his fingers entwined behind the back of his neck. He watched her lips pulling upwards around the corner. As much as she disliked the compliments, she did admire that he could get lost in her.

"Why is that?" She turned the page in her book, still not looking his way.

"Can't I just enjoy the view of my beautiful wife?" He asked with a smirk spreading over his face and she turned her head towards him.

"Are you drunk?" She asked as she pushed her sunglasses down her nose and raised an eyebrow at him.

"No." He chuckled softly with a shake of his head. "And your nipples are begging for attention." Her gaze fell to her chest and she rolled her eyes as she saw her nipples were indeed poking through the fabric of his jersey. He always found it amusing that she had to check, it was just one of those small things that made Elena Elena and he loved it as stupid as it was.

"More like it." She laughed with a shake of her head before she lifted her book and started reading again. Roman bit his bottomlip as he kept on just watching her for a few moments. His dick hardened fully as her tongue poked out in concentration between her lips. With a soft groan he stood from his chair, walked in front of her.

"You're blocking the sun, Bürki," she grumbled as she wrinkled her nose and looked up at him, not without her gaze stopping at his obvious hard on through his shorts.

"Tough shit, Mrs. Bürki." He shrugged before he leant down, wrapped his arms around her slim waist and dropped her over his shoulder. Elena squeeled, her book fell from her hand as she kicked out and smacked his back in halfass attempts.

"I'm reading!" She complained while Roman headed in the house with her.

"I'm reading, too. Reading you," he nearly beamed with proud and slapped her ass playfully before he dropped her on the bed.

"You have the worst lines ever, you know," she said with a pout on her face as she bounced lightly on the bed.

"Can't be that bad if they got me you." He grinned at her as he crawled between her legs. He pressed her back down into the pillows before he pulled her sunglasses off her face. His lips softly brushed over the line of her jaw. He inhaled her scent, cottoncandy, mixed with the salty remains from their morning swim in the sea.

"I'm easy," she huffed as her nails teasingly ran over the line of his spine. She gasped quietly when his lips found the soft spot at her neck and he bit down hard only to sooth the pain with a lap of his tongue immediately.

"Easy?" He glanced up at her with a laugh. "Are you fucking kidding me? I know you for less than 2 years and I got close to having a heartattack at least 4 times. You nearly missed our wedding, whore!" Those 36 minutes had been the longest in his entire life. Not even the worst 45 minutes of any match could compete with that. He'd been 99% certain that Elena would turn up despite of the giant fight they'd had that morning when he'd dropped the news that he'd moved the ceremony to a new location without her consent or without even asking her, or even telling her that they'd get married that day.