“Molly?” My voice snaps her out of it because, before I know it, I’ve been pushed back against the sofa and she’s straddling me, kissing the life out of me. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me so there’s no space between us. She eventually moves away from my lips and starts kissing along my jaw and down my neck.
“I. Love. You. So. Much,” she says between kisses. “I. Didn’t. Think. It. Was. Possible. To. Be. This. Happy.” I move my hands and gently grab her cheeks, pushing her face back up so I can see her.
“This is only the beginning,” I say before crashing our lips back together.
When my hips start grinding into her warmth, I realise it’s probably time we stop before we can’t. “Molly,” I whisper into her ear as she nibbles on my neck. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I encourage her to sit up.
“What?” she pouts, making me smile.
“I’ve got more plans for tonight.”
“Oh, but you’re all ready and raring to go,” she says, rubbing herself against my very hard dick.
“I always am when I’m around you. It will be worth the wait, gorgeous.”
“Wait. You’re serious? You’re going to leave me in this state?” I slide my eyes down her body. I removed her hoodie during our little make-out session, which means her heaving chest and pert nipples are very obvious. I sit myself forward and take one into my mouth through the fabric of her top, making her moan, before paying the other one the same attention.
“Yes, that was the plan,” I say, just as the buzzer on the oven starts going off. “Dinner’s ready. You get the table laid and I’ll dish up.” I pick her up and place her on her feet, listening to her grumble something about getting laid as she walks off to the kitchen while I rearrange myself in my jeans.
Molly
We’ve just finished eating, and I can’t wait to be lying in his arms while the log burner crackles in front of us, or in the gigantic bath surrounded by bubbles and candles. I’m going to have to see if there’s a shop so we can get some, because I doubt he thought about them when he was packing.
“Molly?” Ryan asks, pulling me from my musings.
“Sorry, was in my own little world.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“How perfect you are.” My cheeks blush a little at my admission, but the smile he rewards me with is worth it.
“So, you never actually answered my earlier question.”
“What, you mean me throwing myself at you wasn’t enough?”
“It gave me a clue,” he teases.
“Yes, I would love to move in with you.” I get up and perch myself on his lap so I can place a kiss to his lips. “Dinner was delicious, thank you.”
“I learnt from the best.”
“So…there’s a second present on the coffee table. Do I get that one?”
“Yes.” He laughs as I jump off his lap and rush towards it. “I should warn you, it’s not as meaningful as the last one. I just thought you would like it.” I pick it up, surprised by the weight of it. I carry it back to the table so I can open it with him.
“Oh my God, I was just thinking we needed some of these for when we make use of that huge bath.” I can’t believe my eyes when I pull the lid off the box and see a selection of different sizes of my favourite vanilla scented candles.
“I know how addicted you are to them.”
“Thank you so much. I love you.” Moving behind him, I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Fancy testing that bath out?”
“Maybe later. I thought you might want to do something else first.”
“Um, can’t think of anything, unless you’re going to continue what we started on the sofa earlier.” He shifts in his seat at the thought.
“Oh, we will continue, but that wasn’t what I was thinking. Pull the curtain back.” I’m confused by the request but do as he says.
“We have a hot tub!” He walks up behind me before engulfing me in his arms.
“Yes, we do. Fancy trying it out?”
“Hell yes!” Rushing towards the door, Ryan follows me out. He removes the lid and turns the underwater lights on.
“You get ready while I tidy up the kitchen and pour us some bubbly.”
“Okay.” Racing off into the bedroom, I rummage through my stuff to find a bikini. I don’t remember seeing one when I unpacked, but Ryan seems to have thought of everything.
After a few minutes of hunting, I give up. “Ryan,” I shout. Moments later, he’s in the doorway.
“What’s up, gorgeous?”
“I can’t find a bikini. Did you pack one?”
“Oh, damn, I must have forgotten,” he says with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Whoops.” I place my hands on my hips and glare at him.
“Whoops?” I question.
“Guess we’ll just have to go in naked,” he shrugs, trying to play it cool.
“Yeah, I guess we will.” I pull my top over my head and his eyes darken as he takes in my topless state. I quickly remove my trousers and knickers before grabbing a robe hanging in our wardrobe and draping it over my arm. “Are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to join me?” I walk past him and out to the decking, making sure my hips swing seductively.
When I get out to the hot tub, he’s already put the bottle of champagne on the side in a cooler, and two glasses, along with a couple of cans of beer. I hang my robe up and ease my body into the soothing warm water. I sigh as my muscles relax almost instantly.
I just get settled in one of the moulded seats when Ryan appears in the doorway of the bedroom, completely naked. He stands and stares at me with a smirk on his face. I can’t help myself—I move over to the edge of the tub and rest my chin on my hands on the side, appreciating the work of art in front of me. I slowly take him in from head to toe…and maybe back up again. His hair is a total mess from where I was running my hands through it earlier. My eyes skim over his broad shoulders, over his sculpted torso, towards his slim waist. Moisture fills my mouth at sight of his very obvious excitement, before I make my way down his strong thighs and to his feet. My heart’s pounding and my clit throbs as I make my way back up and commit it to memory. When I get to his eyes, they’re dark with lust, his teeth attacking his bottom lip.
“Finished?” His lips quirk up in a smirk.
“Never. But I think I need to use my hands to ensure what I’m seeing is real.” His eyebrow lifts and he slowly starts making his way in my direction. The closer he gets, the faster my heart beats. “You’re perfect.”
“Not as perfect as you,” he says, before bending down and placing his lips against mine, stopping me from responding.
Once he releases me, I move back and he lowers his body into the water. He pours us both a glass of champagne, then hands me one.
“To us,” he says, clinking his glass against mine and taking a sip. I follow suit.
“This is gorgeous. I’m guessing it’s not a cheap bottle.”
“Only the best for my girl.” My heart flips at his words. I put my now empty glass down and look at him.
“The last time we were on holiday, you promised me that my Prince Charming would come when I least expected it. Well, I can honestly say I never expected it to be you.” I squeak when he grabs me and places me across his lap.
His lips drop to mine in the sweetest, most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. Goosebumps break out across my skin, my heart pounds harder, and heat pools between my legs. I gasp in shock when he pinches my nipple, putting an end to our kiss. He moves to trail kisses up my neck instead.
“Have you ever had sex underwater?” he whispers in my ear.
I shake my head at him. “No, I haven’t.”
“One day we will.”
“Why not today?” I pant out.
“As amazing as it would be to bury myself inside you right now, I’ve promised you a perfect first time, and doing it in the hot tub is not that.” I don’t know whether I’m excited or disappointed by thi
s. “Have you ever had an orgasm underwater?”
“Yes.” He pulls back, looking a little shocked by my announcement. “I do it in the bath,” I admit after a few seconds.
Ryan groans loudly. “I would pay to see that, Miss Molly,” he says, before sucking on my neck as his hand descends towards my centre. “I like firsts with you.” His fingers run though my wetness, making my whole body twitch.
“You look so fucking hot when you come for me, Molly. I’ll never get bored of watching you,” he says, taking my nipple in his mouth as my body comes down from its high. “I love your body. It’s so fucking sexy.”
“That’s weird, because I thought your type was slim blondes,” I say, shrugging. I try to keep a straight face, but I can feel my lips twitching.
“I used to think that, but there’s only one woman who’s my type, and that one woman is you,” he says, placing me back in the seat and hovering his body above mine while he kisses me. Reaching out, I grab his length, slowly stroking him up and down. His growl vibrates against my lips as I tease him.
“Sit on the edge,” I say against his lips.
“I’m fine here.”
“I know, but you’ll be even better on the edge.” I watch as he follows my instruction. I settle myself in front of him and take him back in my hand while he looks down at me with hooded eyes. “Have you ever had a blowjob in a hot tub, Ryan?” He shakes his head. “Good, I like firsts with you, too,” I say with a smile.
I begin teasing him, putting my lips everywhere but where he wants them the most. I cover his thighs and lower stomach in kisses while my hand continues to work him slowly. The more I tease him, the more his body begins to tremble.
“Molly, take me in your mouth.” I really wish I could deny him, but hearing his deep, gravelly voice leaves me with no choice. I move my hand and run my tongue from the base of him up to the head, before sucking on the tip and lapping up his pre-cum. I love the noises he’s making as he watches my every move. His fingers tangle in my hair, encouraging me forward. I slowly let my lips slide down the length of him until I feel him hit the back of my throat.
“Oh, fucking hell, Molly,” he groans out. “Yes,” he hisses as I start a punishing rhythm. I run my other hand up as high as I can on his stomach, feeling his muscles twitch at my contact before pulling it back down, letting my nails gently scratch his skin. “Argh…shit…yes,” he shouts out, just before I feel the first drop of his salty goodness hit the back of my mouth. I continue sucking him until he’s dry. He then slides his body back into the water and wraps his arms tightly around me while he catches his breath.
Chapter Five
Ryan
When Molly starts falling asleep in the hot tub, I decide it’s probably time to get out. She’s pretty tipsy, having finished off the bottle of champagne herself. We were too busy chatting away to pay much attention to how much we’d drunk or how much time had passed. It’s only now when I start to get out that I realise how pruned my skin is.
Scooping Molly up in my arms, I hold her tight against me as I carry her into the huge walk-in shower. I turn it on and wait a few seconds before standing us both under the spray. Molly’s eyes stay shut the entire time, even when I place her down on her feet so I can wash the chlorine off us properly.
She starts snoring the moment her head hits the pillow, and I cover her up and head out to the deck to tidy up and cover the hot tub back up for the night. Once I’ve locked us in, I slide into bed next to her and she immediately lays her head on my chest and wraps an arm and leg around me tightly. Her wet hair is dripping water down my side and arm, but I don’t care; she’s in my arms, and that’s all that matters. She mumbles something I can’t make out before she says something that makes my heart hurt for her.
“I have someone at last who loves me.” My hold on her tightens and I kiss the top of her head.
“You do. I love you more than you could ever know, and I’m going to show you how amazing you are every single day.”
I wake the next morning with Molly still wrapped around my body. I can’t help smiling; it’s the first time since we got together that she hasn’t been up before me. I hold her tightly and enjoy the feeling of her body cuddled against mine, listening to the sound of her breathing. I lie there as long as I can, but eventually I have to go to the toilet. I carefully unhook Molly from around me and slide out of bed. She groans but doesn’t wake up.
“Where did you go?” she asks, pouting when I slide up against her.
“Sorry, I needed a wee. I brought you tea, though, to make up for leaving.”
“Hmm, good boyfriend,” she says, smiling. She opens her eyes and looks at me, causing her smile to widen. “Morning, baby.”
“Morning, gorgeous,” I say as she moves herself so she’s sat up against me and I drop a kiss to the end of her nose.
“Did I see a present in your hand?”
“You don’t miss a trick, do you?” She smiles up at me sweetly. “You have a present every day we’re here, and seeing as the weather’s shit, this is today’s.” I hand her the gift box full of a range of girly chick flicks for us to spend the day watching.
Molly
I’m woken up the next morning when a large box is placed on my stomach. I prop myself up on my elbows and look between the box and Ryan, who is perched on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for me to open it.
“Why do you look nervous about this one?”
“It’s just different. I’m not sure if it’s something you’ve ever done before, or want to do.”
“Okay, interesting.” I pull on the tails of the big bow tied around the box before cautiously lifting the lid and looking in. On the top is a thick, knitted bobble hat. I pull it out and look at Ryan curiously.
“Keep going,” he says, nodding towards the box.
By the time all the items are out, I’m pretty sure I know what we’re doing today. Lying across the bed now is a pair of walking boots in my size, some thick walking socks, a scarf to match the hat, and some gloves.
“Going hiking, are we?” I ask, looking over at Ryan.
“I thought it would be fun. We won’t if you’re not up for it, though.”
“Of course I’m up for it. I can’t read a map for shit, though, so you’re going to have to do that bit. I’ll just do as I’m told!”
“No problem. I’ve helped the kids at school out with their Duke of Edinburgh expeditions; it can’t be that hard. I’ll go make us breakfast, then we can head out. It’s nice and sunny so it should be fun.”
Hiking isn’t something I would choose to do myself, but seeing how excited Ryan is about it makes me think it could be fun. He’s obviously done it before.
Once we’re both stuffed full with Ryan’s fry-up, we wrap up warm, tie our boots, and head out. It might be sunny out, but it’s bloody freezing.
“So, the guys who own this place left some maps in the welcome pack,” he says, waving one in my face. “This one is five miles, so it should take us two hours at the most.” Five miles sounds like a long way to me, but two hours seems doable. We walk around all day, after all. I watch as Ryan studies the map and decides which direction we should be heading before falling into step next to him.
“Ryan?”
“Yes, gorgeous?”
“You do know we’ve been walking for two and a half hours, right?”
“Yeah, I guess we’ve been going slower than I thought we would. According to the map, we should be nearly back now.” I look over at him, once again studying that map, but unlike earlier, I have absolutely no confidence that he has any clue what he’s doing. I’m sure we’re walking in circles. “I hope you’re right, because I’m dying for a wee and I’ve got blisters.”
“Of course I’m right. Come on, keep going,” he says, linking his arm around mine and pulling me forward.
“Molly, come on, get up. We will never find our way back if you just sit down,” Ryan says grumpily when he turns around to find me sat on the ground.
“I know that, smartarse, but we have been walking for nearly four hours. I’ve resorted to weeing in a bush while God-knows-what bit my arse, and my blisters have blisters. I just want to sit down for a few minutes. Maybe it will give you time to figure out how to read a fucking map and get us out of this forest before it gets dark.”
Yes, I know I sound like a whiny bitch, but I’m exhausted, sweating even though it’s like, minus ten out here, and I’m dying of thirst. And don’t even get me started on my feet. I’m sure they’re never going to fit in my pretty little heels again.
“Don’t get moody with me. It’s not my fault the map is wrong.”
“Yes, because that is the problem here.”
“Fine, blame it all on me. How about you try to figure it out?” he says, shoving the map under my nose.
“I told you before we left I couldn’t read a map. It’s a shame you didn’t realise you couldn’t, either. I knew we should have just done the walk marked with the little coloured posts designed for kids.”
“Your attitude isn’t going to get us out of here, so suck it up and help me figure it out.”
I grumble to myself before heaving my aching body off the frozen ground to peer at the map, which is hardly even legible after the surprise rain shower we had earlier.
“Ryan, you can’t even see the track clearly now that all the ink has run. You might as well not bother looking at it. Let’s just keep going. It won’t be long before the sun starts going down. We need to get out of here.” Ryan screws the map up and shoves it in his pocket before catching up with me where I’ve started hobbling my way down the track.
“Look over there—headlights. It must be a road. Come on,” I say, grabbing Ryan’s hand and practically running in that direction. We’ve been walking for just over five hours now. The sun has just gone down, and it’s drizzling. All I want is a hot bath and a glass of wine…or two. I never want to step foot in a forest ever again. I’m just about to start making my way up the small hill to where I think the road is when I come to an abrupt stop. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I squeal.
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