Innocence Surrendered 4: Doing Each Other

"Doesn't look like I got too badly burned." Jan examined her body critically in the bedroom mirror.

"Ah, you are always lovely, Jan," replied Ilya, who was sitting on the bed watching her. Tired out from the wedding and the beach trip, Chelsea was taking a nap.

"Thank you," said Jan. "Looks like you got it pretty bad, though. Didn't you use sunblock?" Ilya had removed his swim trunks, and Jan could clearly see the line where the bottom of his trunks had ended. Above it the skin was very pale, and below it the skin was slightly reddened.

"I use it, but perhaps it is not strong enough for me."

"That could be it. We should get a higher strength sunscreen before you go back to the beach."

"It is all right." He lay back on the bed and held his arms out to Jan. She went to him and lay beside him, careful not to touch his reddened skin.

"It has been a long time," said Ilya.

"Too long," Jan agreed. "I just don't know where all the time has gone..."

He silenced her with a kiss, and she reached up to run her fingers through his curly dark locks. She closed her eyes, relishing in his closeness, as he moved to kiss further down on her body, placing a trail of kisses all the way to her Caesarian scar. When he reached it, he tenderly kissed all along its length, then looked at her lovingly.

"How do you say 'I love you' in Russian, Ilya?" she asked.

"Ya tebya lyublyu," he told her.

"Ya tebya lyublyu, Ilya," she said.

"Ya tebya lyublyu, sweet Jan," he replied. "Ot vsego serdtsa. That means, 'With all my heart.'" He was still positioned between her legs, and he suddenly gave her a devilish grin. "Do you want me to?"

She was shocked, but recovered quickly. "Sure...if you want."

For the first time, he used his lips and tongue to pleasure her, and she enjoyed it very much. "Wow, that was great!" she told him when he'd finished.

"I could tell you liked it." He laughed.

"Do you want me to do you too?" she asked.

"It is up to you," he replied.

She frowned. "I don't want to have to swallow anything."

He laughed. "I promise, you will not have to swallow anything."

It was over with so quickly that she did get a bit in her mouth anyway. Ilya was profoundly embarrassed and apologized profusely. She assured him over and over again that it was all right. They made love normally, and as they were cuddling together afterwards, Jan glanced over at the crib to see that their daughter was awake and was silently regarding them with serious round brown eyes.

"Oh my God!" she whispered.

"What is it?" asked Ilya, glancing at the crib himself. "Oh."

"How much do you suppose she saw?" asked Jan.

"I do not know." Ilya got out of bed and hurriedly put his swim trunks back on, then walked to the crib and picked the little girl up.

"Da da." She grinned and reached for his nose.

"She seems all right, doesn't she," Jan remarked.

"I guess so," said Ilya. "But we will have to be more careful from now on."

The summer passed quickly, and Chelsea's first birthday was in August. Jan got her a white birthday cake with pink ballerina decorations, and all the family sang 'Happy Birthday' to her. She received about twenty new outfits, as well as toys and other nice things.

"We will not have to go clothes shopping for awhile," Ilya chuckled.

"No, I don't think so," Jan agreed with a laugh.

Jan planned to wean her daughter after her first birthday, as she hoped to be able to take three college classes in the fall term. The first time she offered her daughter milk from a sippy cup, Chelsea grimaced and turned away.

"Come on, sweetheart," Jan gently urged her. "You're a big girl now. Big girls drink milk from a cup."

"Nam nam," Chelsea said stubbornly, patting Jan's breast.

"No, sweetie," said Jan. "No more nam nam. Milk comes from a cup now."

"Nam nam!" Chelsea wailed.

"All right," Jan sighed, lifting her shirt and pushing her bra aside.

Ilya laughed.