“Are we having a picnic?”
“If we have time,” she says, smiling seductively and walking over to pour us both a glass of bubbly. Handing me a glass, she raises hers for a toast.
“To a very memorable birthday,” she says, touching her glass to mine.
“Oh, it’s definitely that, gorgeous.”
We both have a sip of champagne before she takes my glass from me and places it on the bedside table with hers. Turning back, she grabs my hand once again.
“Are you okay?” she asks, looking a little worried.
I don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous. I’ve had sex plenty of times. I know what I’m doing, and I know I’m good. It’s just that it’s Molly I’m about to have sex with, and it means everything. I love her so damn much it hurts, and I want every second of it to be perfect. “Yeah. It’s crazy, I know, but I’m a little nervous.”
“So am I,” she whispers. “I’ve never made love to anyone before.”
That does it. I snap out of it, grab Molly, and lift her so she has to wrap her legs around my waist. Her arms instinctively go around my neck, her fingers threading into my hair as she crashes our lips together. I walk us forwards until my legs hit the bed, before I reach up and undo her bra, gently lowering her down. I let go of her and drop her bra on the floor before leaning back over her body and taking her lips on mine. I’ve been waiting for his moment for what feels like forever and, now it’s here, I can’t quite believe it.
“I’m going to worship every inch of your body, Molly. When I’ve finished, it will be like I was the only one here, ever.” She groans at my words. We both want to wash away her bad memories. I feel like we’ve already banished a few, but tonight I’m going to rid her of a few more. I’m going to show her how this should be done and make her feel more loved than she ever thought possible. Putting my lips back to hers, I pour every ounce of love I have for her into it before I trail kisses across her cheek and nibble on her earlobe. Her nails dig into my back, and I haven’t even done anything yet. I begin kissing down her neck and listen as her breath comes out in fast pants.
“Ryan, I don’t think I can wait for you to take your time,” she pants impatiently.
“Well, you’re going to have to, gorgeous, because I promised you a perfect first time, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
She groans loudly, turning me on more than I thought possible. I continue down her body, grazing my teeth across her collarbones, then kissing down across her breasts. I run my tongue along the underside, causing her to groan and her hips to buck off the bed before sucking her nipple into my mouth while pinching the other with my thumb and finger.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re falling apart beneath my hands, Molly. I could watch you all day,” I say before sucking her other pink nipple into my mouth and giving it the same treatment.
I move lower still, running my teeth over her ribs, sucking on the tight skin across her stomach, before dipping my tongue into her bellybutton. She flinches and giggles.
“Oh God, Ryan, please,” she begs as she grabs onto my hair and tries pushing me lower.
“Good things come to those who wait, my gorgeous girl.” She just growls at me.
Standing up from the bed, I remove my boxers. I can’t cope with the restriction any longer. The prospect of pushing myself deep inside Molly has my dick harder than I think it has ever been in my life. It’s actually getting quite painful. I’m torturing myself here just as much as I am Molly, but it’ll be worth it. I wrap my fingers in the waistband of her thong and slowly drag it down her legs before I put my hands under her arse and push her tiny body up the bed. Settling myself on my knees between her legs, my dick is resting dangerously close to her entrance. The slight contact makes her whimper. Lifting one of her legs in the air, I work my way down slowly, kissing and licking every bit of skin I can.
“Oh my God, Ryan, you’re killing me,” she moans, making me smile.
“You and me both, baby,” I say, smiling against her thigh.
“Just get on with it.”
“Oh, it’ll be worth it, you mark my words,” I say before putting her left leg down and repeating my actions on the other one while Molly chants for more, getting louder and more demanding.
I think she realises I’m running out of places to kiss by the time I get to the top of her second thigh, because she’s panting even harder and I can see a light sheen of sweat starting to cover her body in anticipation.
“Ryan, please, I need your mouth on me. Please.”
This time, I do as she asks. I slide down so I am on my front with my face right in front of her pussy. Running a finger through her folds, she almost jumps off the bed, she’s so sensitive.
“Fucking hell, Molly, you’re soaked.”
“That’s because I want you so bad,” she pants. “Ry, please, I need you now.”
With those words said, I slide my hands around under her thighs and grab onto her hips to keep her in place before lowering my mouth down on to her. She cries out when my tongue touches her clit. I tease her and open her up, then tease her some more until she’s crying out and writhing on the bed.
I let go of one of her hips and slide two fingers inside her, then I go back to focusing my tongue’s effort on her clit. In seconds, she’s screaming my name and clutching my hair so tight, I’m worried she’s going to pull it out. When she’s finished pulsing around my fingers, I slide them out of her, sit up, and wipe my hand across my mouth. Shifting forward, I line myself up with her, but, before I do anything, I lean my body down over hers and kiss her. She moans when she tastes herself on my lips.
“See how sweet you are?” I ask when I pull away. Her cheeks heat and she nods. “Are you ready for this?” I ask, just to make sure.
“More than you’ll ever know. Make love to me, Ryan.”
Not needing to be asked twice, I sit back up and take myself in my hand, but I stop at the last minute.
“Condom?” I whisper, trying not to ruin the moment. Molly shakes her head and I take it that she’s covered, so I go back to the task in hand. I slowly slide myself into her, but I’ve only got the head in when she gasps and her muscles tense around me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just been a while. Take it slow for a bit, okay?”
“Of course. Just relax.”
She nods her head and lets out a deep breath. Leaning down, I kiss her as a distraction as I slide the rest of the way in.
“Fuck, Molly, you feel fucking incredible.” I’m glad she needs me to take this slow, because I wouldn’t last very long otherwise.
She smiles at me and grinds her hips, telling me she’s okay. Pulling out slowly, I quickly thrust back in. Her back arches and a loud moan escapes from the back of her throat. “You okay?”
“Fuck yes,” she pants.
I do as I’m told and continue to thrust in and out of her slowly, taking it a bit deeper each time until she’s completely filled with me. Molly’s panting so hard she’s forced to break our kiss, so I sit up a little, taking her at a different angle. Her cries fill the room. “I’m really close Ry, I want you to come with me.”
“No, just let go, Molly.” Reaching down, I circle my thumb around her clit.
“Oh my God,” she shouts as her muscles tighten around me.
I thrust, harder and deeper, and she snaps. She screams my name as her body convulses around me, her orgasm crashing through her. The tightness as her muscles contract around me is out of this world and almost pushes me over the edge, but I’m determined to give her another before I finish inside her perfect pussy.
Once she’s finished twitching around me, I grab her waist and flip us over so she can ride me. And fuck me if the view from down here isn’t the best thing in the fucking world. Watching her flushed cheeks, her satisfied smile, and her tits bouncing as she rides my cock is breath-taking. If I were to die right now, I would go one very happy man. Holding onto her hips, I give her a
helping hand.
“Molly…fuck. I love you so much,” I manage to get out through gritted teeth as she grinds down on me.
My orgasm is fast approaching. I need to make sure she gets off again before I let it take me under.
“I love you, too, baby.” It’s like she can read my mind, because as soon as she finishes speaking, she runs her hand down her stomach and starts playing with her clit.
“Fuck, I didn’t think my view could get any better, but clearly I was wrong. Fuck, you look so hot.”
It’s not long before her muscles start to tighten again. Luckily, at the same time, tingles run down my spine.
“Come with me, gorgeous.”
“I’m there, Ry.”
She sits herself down one more time and we both go off together, her screaming my name and me growling hers as we ride out our orgasms.
When she’s finished, she flops forward and lies on me, completely spent, out of breath and sweaty. I wrap my arms around her and just enjoy the feeling racing around my body. I’m still buried deep inside her, she’s still twitching around me.
“You were right, Ry.”
“What’s that, gorgeous?”
“It was worth the wait.”
We lie in each other’s arms while our heartrate’s return to normal, enjoying being close.
Molly
If I didn’t know so before, I most definitely do now that all my previous experiences were utter shit. That, with Ryan, was fucking mind-blowingly awesome. I can’t even describe what that was, but I do know that I want to do it again—a lot, and soon.
I move so my palms are over his chest and rest my chin on them. “Hey.”
“Hey, gorgeous. You okay?”
“Amazing. You?”
“What you said,” he says, a wide smile stretching across his face.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He looks at me sceptically. “In a really manly, sexy way, of course.”
“Of course,” he says, quirking at eyebrow up at me. “You, on the other hand, are fucking gorgeous. Even more so when you’re riding my cock.” I feel his semi-hard dick twitch inside me as he says that.
“Feels like you’re getting yourself ready for round two down there.”
“I’m always ready to go when you’re around.” I smile down at him, enjoying the feel of him laughing beneath me.
“Fancy a shower?”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.” He rolls us over so my back is on the bed before pulling out of me. A weird sense of loss and emptiness washes through me, but watching his hot arse walking into the bathroom makes up for it, and the rose petals that were on the bed now stuck to his back makes me smile.
“Come on, gorgeous, I don’t intend on showering alone.” I jump off the bed and rush to join him.
Ryan’s already standing under the spray of the shower when I get there. He’s facing away from me and the sight of the water pouring down over his broad shoulders, his muscular back, before running over his arse, stops me in my tracks. Just before I start drooling, he looks over his shoulder at me, smirking.
“You going to just stand there looking at my arse, or are you going to join me?”
“Uh.” He turns around as I say this, and fuck me. If the back of him was heaven to look at, I can’t even describe the front. He lifts his hand up to push his hair off his forehead and I run my eyes down his body, following the trails of water pouring over him. My mouth goes dry. “Do you have any clue how hot you look right now?”
His answer is just to walk out of the shower, pick me up, and carry me in there with him. He places me down right under the spray before crashing his lips to mine and pulling my body tight against his, so I can feel his hardness pressing into my stomach. When he moves his lips away from mine, he’s smiling wide as he grinds his length into my belly.
“You ready to go again, birthday boy?”
“You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I do.” He looks down at me with one eyebrow lifted. “You should know I’ve never experienced anything like that before. It was out of this world.”
“It was,” he says, lowering his lips to my neck and running his hands over my body. Suddenly, I’m backed up against the cold, tiled wall, and lifted so that I have to wrap my legs around his waist. It reminds me of our first time together in this shower nearly two weeks ago. I feel the tip of his dick brushing against my entrance and my hips start to grind against it involuntarily.
We eventually drag our exhausted bodies from the shower once we’ve actually washed before getting ourselves comfortable on the bed with the picnic basket between us. I filled it with traditional picnic food, little sandwiches, sausages rolls, scotch eggs, et cetera, and for pudding…strawberries and chocolate sauce.
“I can safely say this has been the best birthday I think I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t you be thinking the celebrations are over. I have the whole weekend planned out for you.”
“Well, I sincerely hope it’s that we stay in bed all weekend so I can have you whenever I want.”
“Christ, Ry, I’m not your sex slave. Although the job would have its advantages.”
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“Looking at your sexy body all day and the multiple orgasms you’ll give me while you’re at it.”
“See, I said you wouldn’t have any complaints.” He really does have magic fingers…and a magic mouth and cock, come to think of it.
I wake to the sound of Ryan’s alarm clock early the next morning. Groaning, I hold on to him tighter to try to stop him from getting up.
“I’m sorry, gorgeous, but I’ve got to go to work,” he says in a sexy husky voice from where he’s just woken up. “You can have your way with me all weekend, though,” he says with a cheeky smile.
I smile back at him, but I’m suddenly regretting what I have planned for the weekend, because it’s going to seriously reduce our alone time.
Eventually, Ryan removes himself from my grip and sits himself on the edge of the bed, looking down at me. “I love you so much, Molly. Thank you for last night. It was perfect.” The smile he graces me with melts my heart.
“Yeah, it sort of was, wasn’t it? I love you, too.” I stretch my body out as he stands, and I can’t help the grunt that escapes my lips.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks, looking concerned.
“Oh, I’m sore, but in a very good way.” I love the smirk that stretches across his lips as I say this. I guess going three rounds with Ryan last night after months of celibacy shocked my poor body.
“Good. That means you’ll have to think about me every time you move today.”
“I’ll think about you all day, whether I’m sore from our lovemaking or not. You don’t need to ever worry about me forgetting about you, Ry.” The wide smile I get in response makes my heart skip a beat.
I stay in bed while Ryan gets ready for work, enjoying the view of him getting dressed. He brings me a cup of tea before he leaves and gives me a knee-weakening kiss, leaving me a little breathless. I’ve got no time to sit about and think back over our night together, because I’ve taken the day off to get the house ready for our guests this weekend. Ryan doesn’t know it, but he’s actually going out with his work colleagues after school so that everyone, bar Will, who will drive him back here, will be waiting for him.
I spend all day cleaning every inch of the house, making all the beds and decorating with birthday banners and balloons. I also spend hours making dishes for tomorrow night’s dinner. Never before in my life have I really cared about others’ opinions of me, so it’s weird to now have a huge desire for Ryan’s mum to like and accept me. I want to show her that I can be a good little wife for his son.
Chapter Nine
Ryan
Today’s been the longest day of my life. I’ve only had two lessons, which should be great because it gives me a chance to get caught up on other stuff I need to do, but every time I sit down to do something, my though
ts drift back to last night. So, other than being present in two lessons (to describe it as teaching would be a push), I have done absolutely nothing but think about Molly. I’m currently staring at a GCSE folder but not really seeing it, instead reliving my private pole dance from last night, when someone calling my name from behind me distracts me.
“Ryan…Ryan?” I spin in my chair to see Will looking at me with raised eyebrows.
“Sorry, was in a world of my own.” His lips twitch at the corners and a knowing look fills his eyes.
“Was last night that good?”
“Mate, you have no idea.”
“Glad to hear it. Now, seeing as we didn’t get any birthday drinks, we’re going after school. You will be at the Red Lion by four o’clock at the latest, and no excuses will work, Mr. Evans. I don’t care how much you want to get back to your girl. She had you last night; it’s our turn.”
I groan in response but nod my head, knowing I won’t be able to get out of it. “Fine, but I won’t be getting drunk, and I will be going home at a decent hour.”
Will holds his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say.”
It’s a few minutes after four when I walk into the pub, because I had to get in the middle of a fight on the playground as I tried to escape to my car. Our usual drinking group is already sat around a large table in the back of the bar. Will looks up as I approach. “Mr. Evans, you’re late.”
“Sorry, the year eleven boys were fighting again. I can’t wait for that bunch of dicks to leave. I’m fed up with pulling them off each other.” I look at the table. “What’s this?”
“This…” Will says, waving his hand. “Is your punishment for being late. And also your birthday present from us.” I look up to his face, then back down to the multiple shots of what looks like Jägermeister in front of an empty seat. “Bottoms up, Mr. Evans!”
“What happened to me saying I wasn’t getting drunk? I need to be able to drive home.”
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