“Stop grabbing my ass,” I whispered in his ear. “There are too many children around.”
Ryan grinned and kissed the corner of my lips. “It’s hard to restrain myself.”
But he was a good boy and moved his hand to my waist. His lips slid across my cheek and reached my ear lobe, which he greeted with a light nibble.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered in my ear. “And go back to our chalet. I want to grab your ass with both hands, slide my tongue into your wet pussy and make you come. Hard. First with my mouth and then with my cock. Until you’re breathless.”
His words made me weak at the knees. I closed my eyes to imagine all those naughty things he wanted to do to me. When I opened them, he was eyeing me with a cocky grin.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Are you a real princess?” I heard a tiny voice say and then felt someone tugging at the lapels of my coat.
Ryan and I turned our heads to meet a pair of big blue eyes on a small girl. Her curly brunette locks framed her sweet face. She held a doll with pink hair and a golden crown.
“You have rose blonde hair, the kind only real princesses have.” The little cutie wouldn’t give up. Her lips were pressed together expectantly.
“No, sweetheart. I’m not a princess. My name is Emily.”
I held out my hand. She put her small hand into mine, obviously disappointed, and replied, “I’m Jenny.”
I saw her father behind her, trying to console a small boy who somehow managed to cry with a pacifier in his mouth. His wife was next to him, busy taking off the coat of an older boy. Judging by their accents, they were from England.
In my opinion, families with kids should have priority in massive crowds of tourists, but that wasn’t the case here.
“You can’t wait to meet Santa Claus, right?” Ryan asked the girl, trying to cheer her up.
Her curls shook when she nodded. “Yes, I’m dying to,” she said, her voice excited. A wide smile lit up her face.
Ryan caught her parents’ attention and offered them to go ahead of us. They were pleasantly surprised and grateful for the nice gesture. It wasn’t easy queuing up with three small children.
My amazing boyfriend hugged me tighter and said, “Can you imagine our having a tiny little creature made by you and me? A cute daughter with your beautiful features…or a boy, whatever.” Noticing my shocked expression, he teased me. “You know I have a weakness for women with rose blonde hair.”
Is that right? “But I thought your weakness was redheads.”
He pursed his lips and sighed. “I’m crazy for you and you know it. I really don’t care if you dye your hair blue or green. I’ll still have the hots for you.”
I laughed. “I have absolutely no intention to dye my hair in those colors.”
His finger gently touched my face. “Fine. As you wish. But know one thing. We have a hundred years of being together ahead of us.”
“A hundred?”
“Let’s not stick our noses in God’s business. He may decide to give us two hundred.” His lips touched my temple.
I pressed myself tighter to him, my heart overflowing with love.
When it was our turn to meet Santa Claus, one of his elves met us at the front door and asked where we were from. The elf knew how to greet people in all kinds of languages. I heard him speak Cantonese to the Chinese tourists, who were as impressed as me. The Russian group was greeted with “Добрый день”. I wasn’t surprised when he welcomed me with “Bonjour” and asked if we were having a nice holiday.
Our meeting with Santa Claus was brief but memorable, and the picture they took of us was a sweet memory.
We spent the rest of the day ice skating and sledding. Finally, we had dinner in the ice palace, where the staff served our drinks and food in ice dishes. I felt like I’d stepped into the ice queen fairytale, whose ice palace had entranced us with its chilly beauty.
When we returned to our chalet and nestled on the couch in front of the fireplace, I was still wearing a huge smile on my face.
* * *
A shower of warm, soft kisses fell on my neck. “Come on, precious. Rise and shine.”
I opened my eyes. “What time is it?”
Ryan smiled. “It’s late enough. And I can’t wait to give you your Christmas present.”
Who would’ve thought that Ryan Wilder could be as impatient as a small boy?
I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, when he gave me a box wrapped in red paper with a silver bow on top. “Happy first Christmas together.”
I pushed myself up and leaned on the headboard. “What’s inside?”
He laughed, the sexy sound spilling over me like melted chocolate. “If I told you that, I’d ruin the surprise.”
“True.” I ripped the paper and gasped in surprise. “A music box.” It was made of gold and studded with diamonds. Probably cost a fortune.
“Open it,” Ryan prompted me, his eyes focused on me. Was that a trace of worry I detected on his face?
I opened the precious box and a whole fairytale town appeared in front of me. There were houses with roofs covered in snow, kids on sleds and a small ballerina in the middle. I turned the key and the sounds of Magic, one of Blackstone’s hits, filled the room. The song was about the magic of love and how it made you float through the clouds and dream of the future. The ballerina started spinning in time with the music. This little girl seemed to be the embodiment of me and my dreams, which had been born of a small music box given to me as a present by my grandmother.
How had he managed to see so deep inside me?
This man, with his gorgeous looks and deep, sexy voice, was sheer perfection. And the fact that he’d taken the time to have such a special customized gift made for me showed how much I meant to him.
“This is the most exquisite present I ever received.” It was the honest truth. I raised my hand to caress his cheek. “Thank you.”
Ryan leaned toward me and kissed me on the lips. “You mentioned you used to have a music box when you were little. You said you really treasured it and couldn’t fix it once it broke. I want you to have a new one.”
How had he remembered all that? We shared stories, half-asleep in bed.
But Ryan wasn’t like other men. He always paid attention to everything between us and remembered even our most insignificant conversations.
I pushed the duvet aside and got up. I started rummaging through my suitcase and, having found what I was looking for, jumped back into bed. “This is for you. Merry Christmas, my love.”
The smile he gave me and the impatience with which he opened my present… I’d remember them for the rest of my life. The sight of the silver frame with the picture we’d taken of ourselves snuggling under the sheets made his smile even wider.
“It’s perfect.” The camera captured how much we loved each other. Our faces lit up, eyes shining.
“There is another little something.” I reached into the cardboard box and took out a leather bracelet with a silver pendant of two intertwined hearts. Ryan liked wearing leather bracelets, and this was just an addition to his collection. All the same, I hoped it’d mean more to him than the rest.
While I was putting it on his wrist, I said, “Like those hearts, we can’t bear to be apart, so I hope we always stay together.”
I felt a tinge of worry when I voiced my thoughts. I had no idea how he’d react to my words. But when he passionately wove his fingers through my hair, I relaxed.
Our foreheads touched and his warm breath caressed my face, he said, “I have no doubt about that because we’re made for each other.”
6
Emily
“Hold on tight,” Ryan hollered, glancing over his shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around his waist as he started the skidoo and stepped on the gas. Around ten people, counting us, had signed up for the skidoo tour.
We glided along forest trails, enjoying the winter landscape that rushed past us. The ev
ergreens were covered in ten inches of snow. The white crystals scattered the sunlight, creating tiny rainbows.
The view was simply stunning. The only downside was the challenge keeping my balance and holding on. The forest road was very uneven, and every time we hit a bump, my butt bounced about five inches from the seat.
We took a short break in Husky Park. We sipped hot tea and ate biscuits, while listening to stories about the huskies and their wild nature. It turned out they were happiest when running.
I couldn’t wait to ride a sled pulled by those amazing dogs. When I finally did it, I felt as excited as a five-year-old.
God, those dogs were full of energy. Their musher said something in Finnish and the huskies sped off, barking enthusiastically. They were extremely well-trained. Unlike reindeer, they enjoyed pulling the sled, which glided smoothly along the snowy path. The forest silence was only broken by the occasional orders of our musher.
“Damn, my balls are freezing, but despite the cold, my dick is as hard as fuck,” Ryan whispered in my ear, making me giggle. With my back pressed tight against him, I could feel his erection even through the thick layers of clothing.
I turned my head and my lips touched his. He tasted like the vanilla tea and cinnamon cookies we’d had earlier. “Don’t worry, we have a whole night ahead of us.”
“There’s no scenario where you stick your ass against me and I don’t get a hard-on, no matter how fucking cold it gets.” He pulled me tighter against his body. The gesture was somewhat possessive and, at the same time, very sweet. His two-day stubble, white with snow, tickled my cheek. “You’re such a tease.”
I laughed out loud. “Look who’s talking. Anyway, put aside your horny thoughts and savor this moment.”
Ryan looked around, squinting slightly in the blinding gleam of the endless white expanse before us. “This is a fairytale, a real magical winter wonderland.” He then leaned forward and murmured in my ear, “And I’ve fallen under the spell of my beautiful ice queen.”
There was snow everywhere. Despite the biting cold, I was wearing a wide grin and indescribable happiness filled my soul. Winter wasn’t my favorite season, but these experiences with Ryan made me truly happy. I was with the man who made me realize that loving someone was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
* * *
Kakslauttanen Arctic Resort, with its glass igloos, was the most enchanting place I’d ever seen. The igloos were built from heated snow-melting glass, allowing guests to see what was happening outside, even in a blizzard.
Snuggling in down comforters, we watched the Northern Lights move and change shape, like a beautiful witch in colorful garments dancing above us and painting the sky in stunning colors—green, pink, purple and red.
Indescribable natural magic!
Where else could one enjoy the view of pure arctic nature, while lying in bed?
“My God… It’s amazing.” I turned to Ryan who was staring up, rapt by the enchanting Northern Lights. “Thank you for letting me share this experience with you.”
When we first met, I’d misjudged Ryan Wilder as a shallow, hard-hearted playboy who was only interested in himself and his music. In reality, he was completely different. He always exuded powerful masculinity that caught my attention, but it was his romantic side that conclusively won me over, capturing my soul forever.
His fingers gripped mine. He raised my hand and kissed every knuckle, one by one. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. “I knew you’d like it.”
I lay down on him and placed my face in his neck. His hands immediately dug into my hair. I raised my head just enough to merge my lips with his. The kiss that followed was somehow different from all the ones we’d had so far. It was an expression of tenderness, dedication, devotion and great, all-consuming love.
His tongue found mine, stroking it slowly for a second, and then the kiss deepened. Familiar tingles appeared in my stomach, and I tightened with a burning desire. I wanted him, right then and there. I started grinding against his bulging erection, my clit throbbing expectantly.
Our lips were red and swollen when we parted.
“I love you, Emily Delon. I love you so much, I can’t imagine life without you. Marry me.” His eyes stared at my face searchingly, trying to read my thoughts.
Jesus…
I hadn’t expected that. Not now, not so soon.
I raised my eyebrow provocatively. “You took my cherry and now you’re trying to take my freedom.”
God, I wanted this man just for myself and knew I wanted to us be together forever. But if Ryan had said those words simply because he got caught up in this romantic moment, now was the time to take them back.
His eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. “Emily Delon, I’m dead serious. I want to be with you forever, so why wait? I need you more than I need air to breathe. You’ve changed the way I see the world and brought so much color to my grey life. I’m not going to pretend I’m not crazy about you. Watching your gorgeous face, I wouldn’t change anything, not one bit. Because you’re perfect. And when you give me that radiant smile, my heart skips a beat and I feel like I can fly.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “I love you, babe. You’re my first and only love. Whatever the future has in store for us, nothing will change what I feel for you. Because my heart belongs to you.” His lips found mine again, his hot tongue blurring the world around me.
Am I dreaming?
My eyes welled with tears, I was overcome with emotion. The word ‘yes’ he awaited, short as it was, was stuck in my throat.
Someone else in my place would’ve started jumping up and down, screaming, “Yes, yes, yes!” That would be the normal reaction. After all, it wasn’t the boy next door proposing to me, it was Ryan Wilder—the sexy lead singer of the world-famous band Blackstone. But instead of jumping up and down, I simply stood there, staring at him, dumbstruck.
I nodded, trying to reply.
“Is that a ‘yes’?” His eyes explored me searchingly, again trying to read my thoughts.
“Yes… I want… I want to marry you. I love you, Ryan…”
My words were cut short by a passionate, all-consuming kiss, the kind that doesn’t give the brain a chance to think and only lets the body feel.
His lips slid along my neck. “God, Emily, I’ve never been so happy in my whole fucking life.”
Me too. “I want the love we feel now to never lose any of its intensity.”
His hands pulled the delicate silk nightie over my head. His big palms cupped my breasts and started to massage them.
“You’re gorgeous, Emily.” Ryan pushed himself up from the bed and dug his fingers back into my hair. He kissed every part of my face with extreme tenderness, taking my breath away. “You’re so beautiful.”
Sat astride his lap, I sensed his strong erection though the sheer fabric of my panties. My fingers slid across his wide shoulders and then down the powerful muscles of his back. Uneven areas on his skin, which I’d felt before, drew my attention again.
Having clearly noticed my confusion, Ryan stopped kissing me and whispered. “What, those? They’re just old scars.”
“Scars.” I sat up from his lap to take a better look at his tattoo-covered back. My fingers stroked the uneven skin concealed by the tattoos. “Who did this to you?”
I’d never asked this question before. I’d assumed everyone had scars from their childhood, especially if they were as boisterous as my brother. But now doubts entered my mind. Who’d done that to him?
His palms cupped my face, his thumbs stroked my cheeks. “Please don’t cry, not on the day you agree to be my wife.”
I hadn’t even realized my eyes were filling with tears—again. “No, Ryan…”
His soft lips muffled my protests. “Please. I want to make love to my fiancée.”
My hands slid down his bare chest. My heart was overflowing with love. I was ready to stand up to the entire world to protect him. To protect him from anything and anyone
who tried to hurt him.
I put my hand in his boxers and took hold of his cock. His eyes glazed over as his dick swelled in my hand.
“I want to make love to the hottest man on the planet, my future husband.”
His pupils dilated. His lips curved in a slight, barely detectable smile. “Coming from the mouth of the most gorgeous girl, who just happens to be my future wife, this sounds incredibly tempting. I think we can arrange it somehow.”
Out of the blue, he flipped me on my back, making me squeal in surprise to be suddenly under him. Ryan positioned himself between my legs and ran his thumb across my lower lip, while rubbing his cock against me. I opened my mouth and took his thumb into my mouth, sucking it hard.
“Oh, baby. You’re getting naughtier and naughtier.” He pulled out his finger and our lips merged, softly and slowly.
I moaned in his mouth, shamelessly rubbing my pelvis against his cock. His hands slid up and down my body as I mirrored his movements.
Ryan sat up to slowly pull my wet panties down my legs and then got rid of his boxers too. Our bodies were now completely naked, one pressed against the other. My breasts, swollen from arousal, felt a tremor every time they touched his hard-as-steel muscles.
He lifted my arms above my head and started to shower my neck with kisses. Then he gently sucked on my earlobe. Ryan cupped one of my breasts and licked my nipple, which hardened in response. He did the same to my other breast.
“God, I love you so much, Emily,” he whispered between kisses.
I opened my hips wide and tried to take in his erect cock, but he didn’t let me, instead continuing to rub himself against my pussy.
“Please… Ryan. Hurry up.”
“You’re not ready yet. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly.
Tenderly, he bit the skin stretched over my ribs and belly, inserted his tongue in the pit of my navel and then moved farther and farther down until he reached the throbbing flesh between my hips. His thumbs opened the sensitive folds of my pussy. “First, I want you to come on my face.”
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