The Guardian

Chapter 4: Not So Perfect Morning.

I woke up to his gorgeous face staring contently at me. He caressed my cheek, and kissed my forehead. "Good morning beautiful, what would you like for breakfast?"

"I don't know... What do you have?" I yawned, rolling closer to him. He scooted himself up against the pillows. Taking advantage of the unsuspected, I straddled him, and crouched down toward his face. My tank top must have been very low because I could feel him grow. I felt very naughty.

"well, I can make whatever you want. This place is packed with food." he replied, taking his time to check me out. He scooted back to sit all the way up, so I crawled into his lap and continued to straddle him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up into a kiss. I teasingly nibbled on his bottom lip, then he darted his tongue in and out of my mouth.

"Breakfastttttt.." I moaned as he started kissing down my neck. He snickered at me as i got off his lap. I got back under the covers.

It had been 5 minutes, and he still hadn't moved. Taking matters into my own hands, i gave him an unexpected shove off the bed. The loud thunk was music to my ears. "Hey, that hurt" he whined. "What was that for?"

"I want some chocolate chip pancakes." My stomach rumbled loudly. "See! I'm hungry!!"

He lazily got up and walked out of the bedroom. I quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I cautiously opened the suitcase Maccy packed me, and was surprised to find most of my normal clothes. I looked in the mirror to find my hair sticking out at odd angles. Wow.. and he would still kiss me looking like this?!?! I laughed and turned on the shower.

When i got out, the smell of pancakes had made its way to the bathroom. My stomach rumbled again, so i quickly put a t-shirt and booty shorts on.  

I walked out to the kitchen and there was a plate stacked a mile high filled with chocolate chip pancakes. "I don't think I'm going to eat... 28 pancakes. Maybe 3 or 4." I said laughing. "Babe, what are you going to do with all these pancakes?!?"

"You may only eat 3 or 4, but I am a hungry man." he chuckled. He turned off the griddle and grabbed plates. I grabbed 3 off the top, and Derek grabbed 10! He drowned then in syrup and took out a huge chunk for a bite. I didn't put any syrup on mine. I took smaller bites than him, but somehow he finished before me. He grabbed 5 more and started chowing down.

"So.. What are we doing today?" I asked between bites.

I waited for him to swallow a huge mouthful of pancake. "I was thinking we could go out on the lake, and have a picnic on the island."

"Ok, so I should go get changed." I said after I put my plate in the sink. I felt his arms wrap around me from behind. He kissed down my neck, and nibble on my shoulder. I turned around to face him. He pulled me closer to him. He tilted his head down and kissed me passionately. I bit his lip as he groped me. I pulled his hair and he caressed his tongue against mine. He pulled back.

"Let me show you something." he whispered in my ear. He grabbed one of my hands gently. He slowly moved it down his body until it landed on a bulge in his pants. My eyes were wide open in shock. I tried to pull my hand away, but he just gripped it tighter. He went to kiss me again, but I pulled back. I placed my hand on his chest, and removed my hand from his. I was uncomfortable. I looked him straight in the eye and shook my head.

"No..." I said with a serious look in my eye. There was a long pause of awkward silence before I fully pulled away.

"I.. Better start packing for lunch." he replied with a slight awkwardness. I turned from him disappointed.

I slowly walked to the bathroom. I locked the door. I splashed some cold water on my face. What was I thinking... I don't want Derek to get the wrong idea.. He knows I want to wait until marriage. I want to save it for that special night, yet what he did felt so great. Derek could be the one... But if Derek is the one he will respect my belief and won't push me.

I let out a big sigh and looked for a swimsuit in the suitcase. Of course, Maccy had put in the Victoria Secret one my mom had bought me for my birthday. It was yellow, polkadot and cliché. Yes, that means it was itsy bitsy, and teenie weenie