31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (54 page)

‘Dan,’ I moaned, as his eyes dropped down to my
breasts and his hands skimmed over my skin before reaching around to knead my
bare buttocks.

‘Fuck, your body’s incredible.’ His voice was
barely a whisper, but the lust in it was palpable, as was his hooded gaze,
barely concealing the flames in his eyes. ‘Kneel on the seat, now,’ he ordered,
finding his forcefulness again. I stepped out of my dress and did as I was
told, the cool leather almost sizzling against my heated skin. I heard him
undressing behind me and bit my bottom lip, as I closed my eyes to imagine his
sculpted body, the moonlight casting shadows off each defined muscle. The soft
breeze plucked at my hair, even the slightest brush of it sent tingles firing
along my nerves. I was in a complete state of heightened arousal, just from
kissing and the thought of him touching me properly. I gasped as I felt his
breath on my neck, then a gentle bite as his tongue circled inside his grip. I dug
my fingers into the cushioned sundeck I was facing, tipped my head back and let
out a series of moans. ‘Spread your legs for me.’

‘Don’t tease me, I need you,’ I pleaded between
fast breathes.

‘Who’s in charge here?’ he asked with an amused
tone, as he kneeled behind me, making me groan to feel his bare cock brushing
against my backside, as he lay a trail of kisses along my neck.

‘You’re always in charge, I
love
you in
charge,’ I nodded. ‘Uh,’ I cried, as his hands cupped my breasts, his fingers
sweeping over my nipples, the barest of brushes, but it made them peak
immediately. ‘You’re a sexual conductor,’ I sighed.

‘I do have a baton that’s ready for a workout,’ he
chuckled.

‘I think it’s more of a trombone.’

‘A tuba,’ he whispered, as he ran his right hand
down, hovering over my quivering pussy as I started to pant.

‘
Please,’
I begged. He gently touched my
mound, making me squeal, then trailed his fingers around my hip and slid them
under my thin wet string from behind and let out a groan himself. My nails were
going to leave marks in the cream leather of the sundeck, if he didn’t put me
out of my misery soon. He pushed through my swollen folds at an agonisingly
slow speed, coating his fingers in my arousal, but was careful to avoid my
clit. ‘You’re driving me crazy,’ I moaned. My whole body was starting to
tremble.

‘Bend over, hands behind your back,’ he ordered,
his voice betraying how hard he was finding this teasing. I lay my chest on the
leather and put my hands next to each other in the small of my back as I closed
my eyes, which only heightened my senses more. He positioned one of my hands
over the other, before wrapping his long fingers around my wrists, anchoring me
in place as his other hand continued to tease me, I could feel myself flooding,
trying to imagine what he was possibly intending. His hand was suddenly removed
and I moaned in frustration, before hearing him greedily sucking his fingers.
‘Damn it, you smell and taste so good. Do you have any idea what it’s doing to
my cock?’ he asked as he folded over me, his warm chest gently rubbing against
my back.

‘Hopefully making you as wet and desperate as me.’

‘I am desperate, Ellie. Desperate to navigate
unchartered waters,’ he growled in my ear.

‘You want to stop and cruise around the loch some more?’
I asked confused.
What the hell was he playing at? Getting me all aroused
and soaked for him if we weren’t going to have sex?

‘No,’ he laughed, a deep guffaw that echoed across
the loch, as he thrust his fingers back between my puffed sodden flesh again. ‘
This
unchartered water.’ He slowly followed my groove backwards, until one of his
fingers hovered over my backside and circled the entrance.

‘O God,’ I groaned. We still hadn’t had anal sex
and I wasn’t sure I could take him, he was so big. ‘O
God
,’ I cried, as
he gently pressed until I flowered open and he inserted a wet finger easily as
my nerves sizzled, sending messages of pleasure to batter my brain. ‘Dan … Dan
…
Dan,
’ I panted and his groan and exhalation scattered hair across my
face.

‘Now I’ve nearly claimed all of your body, Ellie.
Soon I’m going to slide my cock in here, into this warm tight tunnel and fill
you over and over. Would you like that?’ he asked, his breathing coming heavy,
as he gently thrust in and out with his finger as I pushed back against it,
amazed at how good it felt.

‘Yes,’ I sighed. ‘But I’m scared you’ll hurt me
with your size.’

‘I’d never hurt you, with enough proper
lubrication you’ll take me and it needs to be soon. I own your heart and soul
now Ellie Baxter, I want to own the last of your body. Tonight my finger, then
will come my tongue and you’ll be begging me to slip my cock up there before
you know it.’

‘Do I … do I get to own all of your body too?’ I
stuttered, on the verge of coming from the thought of him taking me there. My
clit was throbbing with such intensity it was almost painful, my pussy
clenching with need as my rear muscles milked his finger.

‘You’re asking if I like anal play?’ he whispered,
as he nibbled my ear.

‘Have you had anal sex?’ I asked, then cringed,
not sure I wanted to know the answer.

‘Not with a cock, strap on or toy, but yes, I’ve
had done to me what I’m doing to you now, and been rimmed, by a woman. I’m not
desperate for it, but if you feel it’s something you’d like to do, I’ll allow
it.’

‘Can I think about that?’

‘Yes. Anything you want Ellie, you ask. It’s my
job to give you everything and anything you need. Are you close?’

‘Yes,’ I mewled.

‘Then come for me, baby,’ he purred, as his lips
hit that spot on my neck, and his thumb rubbed on a spot on my wrist that had
another hotline directly to my clit. I buried my face in the leather to muffle
my scream, as I was hit with a raw and violent orgasm, with no clitoral
stimulation.
What the hell was that?
How did he do it? Had he been to some
sexual training school to learn just what to do to a woman? ‘I want you to suck
my cock, while it’s coated in your juices.’

‘Yes, yes please,’ I nodded, as I blew hair out of
my face, then squealed as he popped his finger out of my backside. He hardly
ever let me give him a blow job, saying he didn’t want to waste any of his come,
when he loved filling me so much. Considering I’d always hated them before him,
I couldn’t believe how much I craved feeling him in my mouth, filling me as we
looked into each other’s eyes. I loved that the look on his face was all about
what I was doing to him for once, instead of what he was doing to me. I felt
him stand up behind me and I quickly looked around to see him using one of
Oliver’s baby wipes from a pack in the drinks holder to clean his hands. ‘You
planned to do that?’

‘As I’ve just given you a ring, I felt it only
fair I got a ring in return,’ he winked, as he moved back towards me.

‘You have the most beautiful penis I’ve ever
seen,’ I sighed as I looked at it bouncing with each step.

‘It bodes well that you love it, as you’ll never
see another one in your life.’

‘So you’re changing all of Oliver’s nappies from
now on?’ I teased, then bit my lip as I looked at him seriously. ‘I don’t want
anyone else’s, you’re more than enough for me.’

‘As are you for me,’ he confirmed, as his fingers
curled around my hips. ‘Brace yourself, I want to fuck you hard for a minute
before you suck on me, and no muffling your screams this time, you know how
much I love them,’ he warned. I nodded and my lower jaw dropped as I felt his
soft thick head nudge into position and my pussy began to pulse, rippling
shockwaves outwards. Suddenly he rammed into me, bashing my hips against the
leather seat back as I screamed so loud that I nearly created a tidal wave all
the way to the shore. He set up a punishing rhythm, his fingers bruised my hips
as he pulled and pushed me against him, grunting with every slam. I rippled
around his thick shaft and started to pant as he skimmed over my g-spot again
and again, until I shattered in a frenzy of pants, screams and moans of his
name. I felt lost when he pulled out. Having him inside me just intensified our
connection.

I quickly scrambled around, sliding down to sit on
the long padded bench as I gripped his hips and caught his bobbing erection in
my mouth and hungrily sucked and slurped on it, as I looked up at him. My view
was breath-taking, my gorgeous Dan, his green eyes filled with lust, framed
against a thousand twinkling stars on an inky backdrop. I could taste our
essence combined, the sweetness of my arousal, combined with the salt of his
pre-come seeping out with every pull up his shaft. I snaked a hand between his
thighs and pressed just between his balls and butt, a place I’d learned he
found seriously stimulating. Sure enough his fingers were soon tangled in my
hair, guiding my head to a speed that I knew would soon have him spilling down
my throat.

‘God damn it woman, I never get to enjoy them,’ he
groaned as he tensed and pushed right back into my throat, as waves of heat
bathed it. He quickly pulled back, giving me a chance to swallow a number of
times before he handed me a bottle of water after he’d unscrewed the cap. ‘Are
you warm enough?’

‘Seriously hot,’ I nodded as I swigged.

‘Well that’s a given,’ he laughed. ‘Come on then,
come and lie up here with me for a while until I’m ready to go again.’

‘Again?’ I grinned.

‘My cock seems to know no limits when it comes to
you, Miss Baxter,’ he chuckled, as he climbed up onto the sundeck and held out
his hand to me. When I took it he quickly pulled me down, with a scream, into
his arms as he lay on his back. I snuggled up against him, as we both looked up
at the stunning sky.

‘It’s so beautiful and peaceful out here,’ I
sighed. ‘I can’t believe we’re naked in the middle of the loch.’

‘I thought it might be a bit more romantic than
fucking in bed at home. Especially after I screwed up the whole romance front,
with my damn pitiful proposal.’

‘Dan,’ I chastised, as I propped myself up to look
at him. ‘I told you I loved it, it was natural and not forced. I would have
said yes however and wherever you asked me, but I love that you went to the
trouble of having our friends and family witness it.’

‘I was going to fly you to Paris, but I figured it
was a bit cliché.’

‘I wouldn’t have had it any other way,’ I replied,
as I shook my head and ran my fingers over his lips. He kissed them as they
went past and pulled me back down onto his chest.

‘I’m so happy, you make me so happy, Ellie Baxter
and I promise to do the same for you.’

‘You do,’ I whispered as I kissed his chest, right
over his heart. ‘So happy you’ll never know.’

We just lay in contented silence as we looked at
the view, his hand running up and down my arm, my fingers stroking his sexy abs
until he suddenly tugged on my hair, raising my face to his and started to kiss
me. Gentle butterfly kisses that spoke straight to my heart, before he rolled
me onto my back and made love to me, with nothing but the noise of the water
gently lapping at the boat as it rocked, our sighs and moans and the occasional
screech of an owl to fill my ears.

Saturday 6
^th
August ~ Year Three

Ellie

I finished dressing Oliver
and stood him up in the middle of the bed as I held his hands and my heart
melted. He was in a pair of grey trousers with a black waistcoat, a jacket with
tails and a crisp white shirt with a tiny green tie. I’d never seen him look
more adorable.

‘I need a tissue,’ I uttered. Jenny laughed and
passed one over, as I lay him down and dabbed my eyes.

‘He looks so cute,’ she smiled. ‘And you look
gorgeous in that deep green with your hair in waves like that.’

‘Thanks. You don’t scrub up bad yourself,’ I
nodded. She was dressed in a navy asymmetrical dress with high heels and had
put a bit of make up on and had let her usually scraped back hair down. ‘How
are you doing Brooke, are you ever coming out?’ I called. She’d been in the
hotel en-suite bathroom for over twenty minutes. The make-up and hair team had
finished with her first, gone next door to see Molly, then came back to do me
before the mothers of the brides in their own suites, so she wasn’t doing that
in there.

‘I’m having a slight situation,’ she called.

‘You haven’t spilled something on your dress?’ I
gasped, as I walked over and stood outside the door.

‘No, but I’m regretting eating those fucking
garlic shrimps last night, I’ve got the shits real bad.’

‘Brooke,’ I sighed. ‘You know garlic goes straight
through you, why would you eat it the night before your wedding?’

‘I’m a sucker for the stuff, it’s so tasty,’ she
moaned. ‘But now I’m squirting fishy chocolate fondue, my arse is on fire and
I’m nearly out of toilet roll. It’s a bloody nightmare. Will you go and get me
some from next door?’

‘Sure, but you need to either push or clench, we
have less than ten minutes before we’re due down at the cabin for the
ceremony.’

‘Stop pressuring me, I’m pooing as fast as I can,
where the bloody hell does it all come from?’

‘That’s a conversation we’ll have another day,’ I
sighed.

‘I’ll go and get it,’ offered Jenny. ‘Shall I try
Mr. and Mrs. Hanson’s room next door?’

‘Please and if you have no joy there, Molly’s with
her parents opposite.’

‘Ok,’ she nodded and quickly headed out.

‘Please tell me you’re not wearing your dress
while you’re in there?’ I called.

‘Yes,’ she muttered sheepishly.

‘You’d better not have any back splash or blow
back or you’ll look like a mint choc chip sundae.’

‘Stop,’ she giggled, ‘O crap, you just loosened me
up and I farted some more out. This is a
nightmare.
’

‘You can only hold so much, Brooke,’ I replied,
trying to reassure her.

‘Maybe I could just wear one of Oliver’s nappies?’

‘You are joking right?’ I laughed.

‘No, Christina did in
Grey’s Anatomy
for
that long surgery. No one would see it under my dress.’

‘You’re a thirty-one year old women, he wears
nappies designed for a baby. No way you’re getting your arse in one of those.’
I looked around as the door opened and Jenny appeared brandishing a new toilet
roll. ‘Ok, you’re trained for dangerous situations, you take it in,’ I ordered.

‘Dangerous, not toxic!’ she uttered looking at me
aghast. ‘She’s your best friend, you take it in.’

‘And I’ve seen enough of her bare arse to last me
a lifetime, it’s your turn.’

‘I’m paid to protect you, not Miss Hanson,’ she
protested.

‘And you would be protecting me, from gaseous
fumes that may permeate my beautiful dress. I don’t want to head up the aisle
in front of Brolly stinking of garlic shrimp shit.’

‘Will someone just bring me the mother
fucking
toilet roll,’ screamed Brooke. ‘I’m getting married in five minutes and I’m not
doing it with a shit splattered arse.’

‘Fine,’ I sighed, ‘but you owe me Brooke, you too
Jenny,’ I scowled as I snatched it off her and took a deep breath before
opening the door, racing in, dumping it in her lap and racing out slamming the
door behind me before taking another breath. Jenny was chuckling on the edge of
the bed, tickling Oliver’s tummy.

‘You’d be good in the Marines,’ she nodded. ‘That
was some serious get in, get out, no muss, no fuss manoeuvre.’

‘Trust me, I’ve been trapped in a toilet with her
the morning after garlic, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.’

‘Yet you were prepared to send me in,’ she
protested, looking all indignant.

‘Ellie,’ yelled Brooke. ‘This stuff
hurts
.’

‘What would you like me to do? It’s luxury toilet
paper.’

‘Bring me some baby wipes, please hurry.’

‘Honestly,’ I sighed as I went and rummaged in
Oliver’s bag and found his moist flushable toilet wipes.

‘Sling them in, then quickly shut the door’ Jenny
suggested.

‘Excellent idea,’ I agreed.

‘I can hear you both and I don’t think you’re
being very sympathetic to my very serious plight.’

‘It’s very serious for us too,’ I called, as I
opened the door and lobbed them at her, quickly shutting it as she squealed.

‘I’m going to need someone to check my bottom
cheeks for random splatter when I’m done,’ she called. ‘I don’t want to get it
on my knickers or dress.’

‘Bloody great,’ I sighed and opened the main door
as there was a knock on it, to find Mr. Hanson.

‘Ellie, you look lovely. Is she ready to go?’

‘We have a slight situation and may need a few
more minutes,’ I grimaced.

‘I told her to avoid the damn garlic shrimps last
night,’ he groaned. ‘How bad?’

‘Onto moist toilet wipes bad,’ I nodded.

‘Holy shit,’ he muttered.

‘Quite,’ I agreed.

‘Ok, are you ready?’ I asked, as we stood outside
the cabin with Mr. Hanson, Oliver and Jenny, and I brushed a stray bit of her
hair out of her eyes.

‘I’ve been ready for months,’ she grinned. ‘Please
tell me that I don’t stink of Eau de Shit?’

‘I think this particular brand is plain old toilet
water,’ I teased. ‘You look beautiful and you smell fine, are you sure you’re
over the worst of it?’

‘I have nothing left to give,’ she nodded. ‘All
pooed out.’

‘Us Hanson’s are made of strong stuff aren’t we,
Brooke?’

‘That we are, dad.’

‘I know your mother and I were a little … shocked
at your decision, but we both love you very much and just want you to be happy.
Seeing you both together last night has reassured us, it may not be conventional,
but if she can put that smile on your face we have nothing to complain about.
You have our blessing.’

‘Dad,’ moaned Brooke and flung her arms around
him. I quickly ripped a tissue in half and handed one bit to her as I wiped my
eyes with the other piece. I knew how upset she’d been at their reaction, so
for him to have said that would have made her day.

‘Right it’s T plus ten, we’re late,’ advised Jenny
as she checked her watch. ‘Ellie, you and Oliver go in and make a start up the aisle,
then I’ll cue in Molly and her dad, then I’ll come and get the two of you, ok?’

‘Good luck,’ I smiled and kissed Brooke, then took
Oliver’s hand and opened the heavy wood door and made our way inside. Molly and
her dad were waiting in the inner lobby and I thanked God I’d chosen her dress
with her or I’d have started crying seeing her in it for the first time. I gave
her a hug and kiss. ‘Sorry we’re late, but she’s here and so excited.’

‘Garlic shrimp?’ she asked and shook her head when
I nodded. ‘I warned her.’

‘So did her dad, but when does she ever listen to
anyone?’

‘That’s why I love her, she’s stubborn, hot headed
and independent,’ Molly smiled.

‘Ok, we’ll go, Jenny will stick her head in to
tell you when it’s your turn, then Brooke will follow.’ I squeezed her hand for
luck.

‘Thank you.’

‘Come on, baby,’ I gently tugged Oliver’s hand and
opened the door to the main room of the cabin and froze for a second as I took
it in. The bi-fold doors had been pulled right back to take advantage of the
glorious day, the smell of the pink, white and green blooms filled the air and
there was a long table set up with all the glassware and matching coloured
floral arrangements as a centre piece. The windows had new roman blinds in
pink, white and green stripes, along with all the cushions on the white leather
sofa. All the white guest chairs had alternating pink and green organza bows.
It was just beautiful, fresh and understated, classically beautiful. The few
guests we had turned around as someone cued the music and Oliver and I made our
way up the short aisle. Luiza and Magda started crying as they saw Oliver in
his outfit and I caught Dan’s eye and smiled. It would be us one day. He looked
gorgeous in a grey suit with his white shirt slightly undone at the neck, next
to Logan in a navy suit with white shirt. They really were two good looking,
seriously sexy, men. I picked Oliver up when we reached the top, next to the
celebrant and watched as first Molly came down, then Brooke and had to pass
Oliver over to Dan when I teared up, as they both started crying when they saw
each other’s dresses. The service was over in a flash and I laughed at their
restraint with a discreet kiss when they were pronounced wife and wife. I
spotted Jenny tapping her watch as she looked at Brooke, who suddenly grabbed
my hand.

‘I need you to come with me, I have a surprise,’
she grinned.

‘Shouldn’t it be Molly you’re dragging away for a
quick session?’ I laughed.

‘Only you can help me with it, come on, we can’t
be long or they’ll miss us,’ she nodded as she hurried me out of the door, with
Jenny in tow, as we headed back to the hotel. I went to head for the lift to go
up to her room, but she caught my hand and dragged me down the corridor of the
ground floor bedrooms and stopped in front of number fourteen.

‘Why’s your surprise in Dan’s room?’ I asked
puzzled.

‘Well let’s go in and see,’ she grinned as she
opened the door and pulled me in. I was confronted with the hair and beauty
team sitting in the lounge area and they leapt to their feet as we walked in
and ushered me into the master bedroom.

‘What’s going on?’ I demanded, then suddenly
caught my breath. Lying on the bed was a wedding dress, the very one I’d fallen
in love with in London.

‘Dan told us he wanted to marry you here, but they
were booked up until late next year, so Molly and I suggested, that as we
already had your dream wedding day theme, why not have a joint wedding? I
already knew you’d fallen in love with this dress too, so when he said he was
going to propose I sent the shop the photo to deliver it here for you. Hurry
up, we don’t have much time.’

‘Brooke … I …’ I stalled, completely stunned.
‘It’s
your
day, yours and Molly’s. It should be all about you.’

‘We’re best friends Ellie, if we can’t share the
best day of our lives with each other well … now it’s all about
us
. We
were just going to have a quiet registry office wedding and you and Dan have
done all of this for us, you’ve made it into a day we’ll never forget, a day
you planned for yourself, for years. I want you to share in that too, unless of
course you’d rather have another day just the two of you? If I’m ruining it for
you?’

‘Of course you’re not,’ I laughed as I flung my
arms around her. ‘I just want to marry him Brooke, I’d give up all my fantasies
just to have him, so if it means I get to do it earlier than I thought, with my
dream theme and dress, by sharing the day with someone, there’s no one else I’d
rather do it with.’

‘Thank God,’ she groaned. ‘You had me worried for
a minute and I promised him you’d be cool with it. He swore to serve me my head
on a plate if you weren’t happy.’

‘So how would you like your hair?’ asked the girl
as I was scuttled into the chair.

‘Something simple and retro, maybe swept back into
a chignon?’

‘Great I can work with that,’ she nodded.

‘Make up?’ asked the other girl.

‘I’m actually happy as I am,’ I smiled. I’d gone
for some skin illuminating moisturiser this morning, lashings of black mascara
and a hint of eyeliner with natural lips.

‘O ok,’ she frowned. I tried not to laugh as
Brooke took her to one side and gave her a mouthful for implying that I’d look
better with more on. My eyes drifted over to my dress again.
I was really
getting married?
I could hardly believe it. This time yesterday I wasn’t
even engaged, marriage wasn’t even something that had been on the cards. About
ten minutes later I was standing in front of the mirror in my perfect dress,
with movie star hair and Brooke crying in the background. I caught her eye in
the mirror and my eyes filled up as well, she hardly ever cried. I wished mum
and dad were here for this, to see how happy I was, what a wonderful man I was
about to marry and how many amazing friends I had.