Enjoy the first chapters of my novel ‘No Rain, No Flowers’

“No Rain, No Flowers” by Fenella Ashworth is now available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.  The first two chapters now follow.  This book is the fourth in the Daniel Lawson series.

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Chapter 1

            The blissful warmth of the Mauritius sun radiated down on Tom’s well-muscled shoulders as he powered back through the crystal-clear waters towards the shore.  His occupation as a professional equestrian demanded that he rigorously maintain high levels of fitness.  However, he was also on the holiday of a lifetime, so he’d been compromising by taking a swim each day in the Indian Ocean, coupled with an hour in the gym each morning.  Although, smiled Tom to himself as he neared the shallows, he needn’t have worried; he certainly hadn’t suffered from an absence of aerobic exercise over the past two weeks.

As he emerged dripping from the aqua-marine waves and rose to his full six foot three in height, Tom gazed in wonder around him.  The location was simply idyllic; wide, white sandy beaches bordered by palm trees waving in the light sea breeze.  Only the occasional cotton-wool cloud interrupted an otherwise pristine cyan-blue sky.  Standing upright, Tom was self-consciously aware of a number of covert glances heading his way, as beachgoers made the most of drinking in the further improved view. Tom cut a handsome figure, by anyone’s standards.  Thirty-six years of age and at the peak of physical fitness, his exceptional body, now perfectly bronzed, was rippling with muscle.  Coupled with sandy blond hair, kind blue eyes and a generous smile, it was no surprise that female admiration was an increasingly common theme in his life recently.

Smiling politely at the occasional coy glance from the sun-worshipers, Tom strode resolutely away from the sparkling sea and up the beach.  Of course, he mused, if he wanted to be a kept man and live in easy street for the rest of his life, it wouldn’t be difficult to find a woman here capable of making that happen.  The island on which he had the privilege of currently residing was one of the most exclusive locations in the world, favoured by the rich jetset.  At first, he admitted to not feeling entirely comfortable with the level of wealth being bandied around; having been brought up in a normal, middle-class British family, he felt like a true pauper in comparison.  But as time had passed, Tom had learnt to relax and just kick back. Besides, he’d been making some enviable contacts in the process.

The offer of this holiday had come about in a flurry of activity, immediately following his incredible win at the prestigious Puissance show-jumping competition at London Olympia’s Christmas show.  Looking back, it felt like a very long time ago but had, in fact, only happened three weeks previously.  Immediately vowing to splash his prize money on a holiday, Tom’s future brother-in-law, Eddie, had instead gifted him the most incredible vacation of his life. Being titled, hugely wealthy and one of the nicest guys Tom had the fortune to know, Eddie had also included the use of his private jet as transport.  Unaccompanied, Tom would never have accepted such a generous offer but, he thought to himself, unable to hide the huge grin spreading across his face, he wasn’t alone.

Nearing his sunbed situated under a traditional thatched beach parasol, Tom felt a thrilling jolt of desire travel down through his abdomen and terminate in his groin, as he drank in the incredible sight of his girlfriend.  Laying on her front, Abby was dressed only in a small black bikini with the strap undone at the back.  He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he could happily gaze all day at the sight of her long, willowy body rising and falling with each breath as she dozed peacefully, long black hair splayed out around her.  Grabbing his towel, he patted dry his well-defined six-pack which had a lot less to do with his visits to the gym and were more thanks to the excessively high levels of extra-curricular activities in which he’d recently been participating.

Under his wet swimming shorts, Tom could feel the blood start to pump to his already semi-erect cock and consequently secured the towel more tightly around his waist in an attempt to hide any evidence from public view. He had simply never felt this way about a woman before and yet Abby’s gorgeous body was merely the icing on the cake; her physical attributes were certainly not what he valued most.

Tom’s ex-wife Kimberley had been extremely pretty, but that beauty had turned out to only be skin deep.  As a result, for a while, the only thing that stunning women aroused in Tom were his suspicions; so much so that, when he’d first met Abby, her astonishing good looks had actually hampered his attraction.  It was only once he’d experienced Abby’s kind, generous nature and gentle, slightly shy disposition that Tom had really fallen hard.  She was almost the complete opposite to his ex-wife, who could certainly never be accused of being shy or gentle. Although, of course, Kimberley wasn’t actually his ex-anything yet as divorce proceedings had not commenced.  English law required a couple to be married for a full year, before applying for divorce and that milestone had not yet been reached.  Tom suddenly scrunched his brow in irritation; the very last thing he wanted to be thinking about on their perfect holiday was her.

Dropping to his knees and very purposefully erasing all negative thoughts from his mind, he grabbed the bottle of sun lotion.  Commencing at a sleeping Abby’s feet he slowly and methodically started to work his way upwards, thoroughly applying the oily liquid to her warm body, revelling in the feel of her soft skin.  By the time he’d reached her inner thighs, Abby was groaning pleasurably at the delicious feeling of her lover’s suggestively caressing hands.

‘Mmmm,’ she sighed, utter contentment seeping from every pore as the winter sunshine warmed her body and soul.  ‘Is it lunchtime already?’

She stretched luxuriously but didn’t bother to open her eyes. She knew it was Tom because this was the routine they had gone through every day since their arrival; as ruts went, it wasn’t a bad one to be stuck in she thought, smiling secretly to herself. Soon, with fingers intertwined, they would stroll over to the bar for a cocktail and snack before retiring to bed to make love for the rest of the afternoon.  After a brief siesta, a Michelin-star meal would await them, followed by a romantic stroll along the moonlit beach and night after night of the most incredible sex Abby had ever known.

Although they’d been acquainted for six months, much of that time had been spent carefully tiptoeing around each other.  As a result, they had only really been a couple for the last few months, during which time Tom had proven himself to be an enviable lover. Whilst tender and utterly unselfish, his high energy and strength ensured Abby was always fully satisfied. Indeed, the last fortnight had been more like a honeymoon on speed as, still learning about each other’s bodies, they revelled in exploring their wants and needs.  Unbelievably, the sex had been improving exponentially each day.

Despite her best efforts not to succumb though, Abby couldn’t fight the uncomfortable apprehensive flutter that had started to dart through her chest with increasing regularity.  She simply couldn’t avoid the sad knowledge that today marked their last full day upon an island on which she’d fallen even more deeply in love with Tom than she’d ever thought possible.  Tomorrow, they would fly back home to the South of England, each to their separate homes.  Their magical holiday would officially be at an end.  She would no longer exclusively be spending every moment with the extraordinary man beside her.  Instead, reality would once more take a firm grip on both of their lives.

‘Actually, do you mind if we delay lunch for a little while, Sweetheart?’ queried Tom, his slippery, exploring fingers moving up to stroke the edge of her bikini bottoms before sliding beneath the material towards her hot pool of arousal.

‘Tom!’ gasped Abby, her previously relaxed body clenching hard in response.  ‘You can’t do that here!’ she squeaked, as his wicked finger began to slide inside her wanton body.  Twisting around, she flashed her dark brown eyes in his direction, only to be met by Tom’s wide, lazy smile.

‘Believe me,’ he sighed, leaning slightly over her and encouraging her shoulders back down to the bed with his spare hand.  ‘I could do this anywhere.’

‘But you mustn’t!’ she panted, feeling her body’s responses start to ramp up.  ‘You know I’m incapable of being quiet.  There are other people around!’

‘Mmm, but I’m only playing,’ argued Tom, rotating his wrist to produce a different set of sensations inside her.  He cast a quick glance around, just to be sure their activities couldn’t be observed.  ‘There’s no-one nearby and besides, I promise I won’t make you come.’

‘Fuck,’ gasped Abby, as she gave up the fight and simply sank back into the delicious feelings that Tom’s fingers were so capable of generating.

A trembling Abby became aware of Tom’s spare hand migrating from her shoulders into her hair, where he playfully grasped a large handful and pulled back gently. At the same time, he pushed a second finger inside her, starting to prepare her slippery, wanton body for what would imminently follow when he dragged her back to their hotel room and drove her out of her rational mind.

‘No,’ she panted through her parched mouth, her hips starting to buck as Tom increased the pressure.

‘Why?’ he teased, his fingers inching further inside her body whilst his spare digits started to nudge along either side of her swollen, wet clit.  Unable to respond, Abby bit down hard into the towel beneath her face.  Outside of her control, her fists clenched painfully as she began to grind herself closer to an inevitable climax.

‘You said you wouldn’t make me come,’ she groaned through a mouthful of fabric.

‘Sorry baby,’ whispered Tom.  ‘I lied.’

Never once breaking the tempo, his very capable fingers continued to drive her forwards as Abby’s hips rocked rhythmically against him. Suddenly, her entire body started to spasm.  All of her concentration was funnelled into the impossible task of orgasming quietly under the knowing touch of Tom’s talented hands.  Whilst she groaned noisily into the towel, he guided her through her pleasure, only ceasing once the final sigh of contentment had been accounted for.

‘Come back to our hotel room?’ he murmured.  ‘Please.  We can have lunch later.’

‘Why?’ grinned an exhilarated Abby, her chest still heaving.

‘Because I’ve built up a real appetite since this morning…and I’m really, reallyhungry.  Like, famished…’

‘Surely having lunch would be a sensible, then,’ chuckled Abby, playing along.

‘Mmm, I’m not that type of hungry,’ growled Tom, grabbing her hand and their room key.

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‘Excuse me, Mr Williams, Sir?’ said the highly efficient hotel manager as he observed Tom and Abby strolling hand in hand through the lobby later that evening away from the dining room.

‘Hi Patrice,’ smiled Abby.  ‘How are you?’

‘Very well, thank you Miss Abigail,’ he replied with a small nod. ‘I have an urgent message for you, regarding your travel arrangements.’

‘Yes?’ responded Tom kindly.

‘I’ve received reports that an air traffic control strike over France is impacting all European flights.  I’m afraid to inform you that your flight, due to leave tomorrow, has been postponed for twenty-four hours.’  Patrice looked somewhat confused when wide grins spread across both of their faces.

‘That’s brilliant news!’ laughed Tom, glancing across at Abby. ‘Can you talk them into continuing the industrial action for the rest of the week, please?’

‘Ah, I’ll certainly do my best, Sir,’ smiled Patrice, catching on.

‘Thank goodness,’ breathed Abby, watching the highly efficient manager disappear into the shadows once more.  ‘I was dreading having to leave tomorrow.’

‘We still have to go home at some point,’ said Tom gently, rubbing her shoulders.  ‘But I’m definitely not complaining about the delay.  I should probably just let Daniel know though,’ he added, pulling out his mobile phone.  ‘After all, he’s holding the fort back home.’

‘Sure,’ nodded Abby thoughtfully.  ‘The other day, Carrie invited us to spend tomorrow with them. They’re taking their boat to the mainland for a stroll around the markets and lunch on a private beach. Now we’re going to be around, might we accept their invitation?  I’d really like to go.’

‘When you say Carrie, do you mean Princess Caroline?’ Abby nodded in response; over the past week, the two women had become great mates. ‘You do know how ridiculous this is, don’t you?’ sighed Tom, shaking his head.  ‘The kind of people we’re mixing with… the level of wealth?’

‘Stop being such an old grump,’ teased Abby, playfully pinching his side.  ‘I think I saw them in the restaurant.  Can I go and accept?  Please!’

‘Of course,’ chuckled Tom, shaking his head.  ‘How could I ever refuse you anything.’

‘See you back here in a couple of minutes then,’ grinned Abby. ‘Say hi to Daniel, Emma and William from me.’  With a rush of affection, Tom watched Abby striding confidently towards the dining room, as he migrated towards the seating area to make his call.  He was still smiling broadly when his best friend, who also happened to be one of England’s showjumping legends, picked up.

‘Hey mate!’

‘Tommy boy!’ exclaimed a clearly delighted Daniel down the line. ‘How’s it hanging?’

‘Really good, thanks,’ grinned Tom.

‘Lots of sun, sex, sea, sex, sand, surf and sex?’ asked Daniel, laughing at himself for trying to say such a tongue-twister.

‘Occasionally,’ agreed Tom good-humouredly.  ‘Look mate, apparently French air traffic control are screwing up flights across Europe.  So we’re heading home a day later than scheduled.’

‘Oh, how truly awfulfor you, being stranded on a luxury, all-inclusive private island with the woman of your dreams!’ murmured Daniel sympathetically, his voice dripping with sarcasm.  ‘Especially as you’re missing the best a British January has to offer; temperatures of minus three, gales and sleet.’

‘I know, it’s a real bastard,’ laughed Tom.  ‘But seriously, I don’t mean to leave you any longer than we agreed.  I know it’s a lot of work to run the whole yard on your own.’

‘It’s fine,’ replied Daniel, breaking up slightly.  ‘Since you’ve been away, I’ve employed a new groom. His name’s Paul Anderson.  We’re still showing him the ropes but along with good old Jake, there have been three of us to help keep things ticking over. In fact, we’ve barely missed you,’ he added, the amusement evident in his voice.  ‘Why don’t you stay there a bit longer?  Oh, you already are…’

‘Thanks a lot!’ complained Tom, just as he was meant to. ‘And everything’s okay?  Stardust and Kintana?’

‘Your horses are fighting fit,’ smiled Daniel.  ‘Now, stop worrying and enjoy the time you have left there.  Don’t waste a single moment.  What are you going to do with your day of reprieve?’

‘Abby’s made a hit with some minor European royalty,’ admitted Tom in slightly hushed tones.  ‘They’ve got this amazing boat so we’re probably going to the mainland with them.’

‘Yeah, it really is a tough life, isn’t it?’ groaned Daniel. ‘You poor, poor thing!’

‘She sends her love by the way, to Emma, William and to you too, I suppose…’

‘I thought we agreed that would be our little secret.  Abby promised me she wouldn’t tell you.’

‘Fuck off,’ complained Tom as delighted laughter echoed in his ear.

‘See you soon, mate,’ said Daniel affectionately.  ‘And travel safe.’

‘Thanks mate.  See you in a couple of days.’

Tom ended the call, shaking his head at the antics of his best friend.  He wasn’t afraid to admit that he’d missed Daniel over the past two weeks.  He’d missed a lot of things actually; his sister, his friends, his occupation, his normal, everyday life spent with the horses he loved.  And yeah, maybe even the British weather a little bit.  This holiday had been amazing but a small part of him would feel relief when he finally touched back down in England and could continue on with his life, with Abby by his side.  Speaking of which, thought Tom as he caught sight of his beautiful girlfriend wending her way back from the restaurant.  She really was phenomenal and Tom felt his heart expand painfully in his chest at the thought that she chose to be with him.  She made him want to climb to the top of the highest mountain and shout her name over and over, or something equally, ridiculously demonstrative.  Instead, he stood up and walked towards her with a broad smile.

‘Everything okay?’ he murmured, as her body naturally curved into his and they held each other.

‘Fine,’ she murmured into his shoulder.  ‘We’re leaving from the beach at ten o’clock tomorrow morning. Daniel alright?’

‘Yeah,’ chuckled Tom, kissing her on the head.  ‘He’s on horribly good form.  Shall we take a walk?’

Being so exclusive, there were very few people on the island’s beaches at the best of times, but by late evening, it was practically deserted.  As Tom and Abby walked with fingers intertwined along the soft sands, shoes held aloft in their spare hands, the only sound was the graceful lapping of the gentle waves as they broke along the beach before retreating once more.  Abby inhaled an enormous breath which seemed to last forever, before exhaling with satisfaction.

‘Tom,’ she said, turning her face to look at him, whilst they continued to walk.

‘Yes, Sweetheart,’ he breathed.

‘Thank you so much for the past two weeks.  I’ve had the best time ever.’

‘Me too,’ he agreed, squeezing her hand.  ‘The best.’  They continued to amble for a while in silence before Tom spoke once more. ‘Part of me will be pleased to go home though,’ he admitted.

‘Really?’

‘Yeah.  The last two weeks have been perfect, but they have effectively been time out from reality.  We’ve got so much to look forward to.  I can’t wait for us to get on with our normal lives…together.’

‘I can,’ sighed Abby.  ‘Once we get home, we’re back to sleeping apart; me in my little house and you at Daniel and Emma’s.’

‘It won’t be forever.’

‘Won’t it?  I really hope not,’ she sighed despondently.

‘I’m working on something.  Leave it with me,’ said Tom mysteriously.

‘What the hell does that mean?’ smiled Abby, experiencing a bubble of excitement in her tummy.

‘I said, leave it with me, Miss Impatience,’ joked Tom, his hands sliding down Abby’s sides as he started to tickle her.  She shrieked in response and started to run up the beach but was no match for Tom.  Amidst much playful laughter, Tom easily caught up and manhandled her into one of the luxury linen hammocks.  Despite being tied between two palm trees, they were the height of luxury, even sporting Bluetooth speakers which were mounted in the frame.

‘Get off!’ she giggled, as he continued to tickle her. ‘Tom!  Stop it!  I’m serious!’ she squealed, failing to adequately fight him off.

‘I’ll only stop if you make love to me,’ he murmured, stilling his hands.  ‘Right here.’

‘Tom!  I…’ breathed Abby.

‘Your choice,’ he grinned, increasing the pressure of his fingers around her slender waist.

‘Okay!  Okay!’ she squeaked.  ‘You win.’

‘I win every single day I spend with you,’ he groaned, dropping his soft, generous lips to hers whilst his hands slipped upwards to cup her petite breasts.  Abby moaned into Tom’s mouth at the feel of his thumbs caressing her hard nipples through the thin material of her dress.

The hammock swayed in response to their gentle movements, as any extraneous clothing was quickly pushed away, leaving them both in their underwear.

‘Do you really think we should,’ breathed Abby, as Tom’s mouth left hers and kissed a path slowly down her throat and chest.

‘Absolutely,’ he sighed, unhooking her bra strap and sliding the unwanted garment away from her body.  ‘No doubt whatsoever.’  Abby’s response was immediately silenced as his teeth gently clasped one taut nipple whilst his wet thumb and forefinger trapped the other.  Lovingly, he applied an even, strong and unyielding pressure that a recent, extremely thorough investigation of her body had demonstrated she loved.

‘Oh fuck!’ gasped Abby, as he began to vary the pressure with his mouth, whilst rolling the other nipple between his fingers.  As she struggled against him, her hips leapt up from the hammock, causing it to rock more vigorously.  For the entirety of their holiday, it had felt to Abby as though her arousal was permanently bubbling just below the surface, ready to be activated at any time.  It therefore came as no surprise to her, as the warm ache in her abdomen grew in strength, to realise that her panties were becoming incredibly wet.  Put simply, Tom turned her on more than she could comprehend. She couldn’t get enough of him.

Releasing her clamped nipples, he began to kiss slowly down her body, revelling in the sound of her hisses and moans as her long, delicate fingers twisted into his thick blond hair, urging him lower.  Tom felt Abby’s grasp on his hair increase as he reached his intended destination, hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly away.  With a deep breath of satisfaction, he inhaled Abby’s musky scent as she automatically opened her legs wide and ran her feet up his back, encouraging him closer.

‘Please,’ she groaned breathily, able to feel the damp trail of arousal her panties had left down her inner thigh.  ‘Please, Tom.  Please.’

‘You are so goddam sexy,’ he groaned.  ‘Do you have any idea what you do to me?’  Swallowing, he bowed his head to her body before running his soft, firm tongue through her wet, swollen channel.

‘Fuck!’ she growled, her body spasming in response, as Tom’s tongue continued to explore.  As her moans grew louder and louder, he pushed deep inside her tightly clenched pussy, his stubble scraping deliciously against her delicate skin.  Abby flung her hand over her mouth to try and drown out the animal cry she seemed unable to prevent, despite being aware of their public location.  As her body rocked against the magical sensations being created by Tom’s mouth, his hands crept around to her ass, lifting her towards him and trapping her firmly in place, heightening every sensation.

‘Oh God!  Tom!’ she croaked, her throat burning from trying to internalise the screams she longed to release.

Knowing she was close, Tom move his tongue up to her throbbing clit which he nudged gently, before covering it with his lips.  Sucking that delicate bud between his teeth he slowly, yet lovingly tortured it within his mouth.

‘Jee-zus!’ screeched Abby into the starry night.  Having entirely dispensed with the hand covering her mouth, she was now simply grabbing anything within her reach.  She found herself with arms outstretched, desperately grasping onto the ropes that tethered their hammock to the neighbouring trees.

‘Oh Tom!’ she growled, as with one final gasp, her body gave up the fight and she collapsed around him, surrendering to the intensely pleasurable waves he was creating; waves which seemed to fall into perfect synchronicity with those of the adjacent ocean.

Only when Abby’s body had finally descended from that concentrated high did Tom release her from his imprisonment.  Shuffling carefully up to join his beaming girlfriend, Tom was overwhelmed to see the body of the woman he loved, bathed in moonlight, still panting heavily from the pleasure he had bestowed upon her.  Was there any greater thrill?  Rolling her carefully on her side, Tom spooned Abby from behind before lifting her top leg and pulling it back over his stacked ones.

‘Please,’ groaned Abby, desperate to feel the stretch that she knew his amazing cock would provide to her lustful body.  Carefully edging himself inside, Tom pushed his hips steadily forwards until he eventually bottomed out, his considerable girth filling her to capacity.  They both groaned with overwhelming pleasure at the distinct feeling of rightness; their bodies just seemed to click together perfectly.  Reaching out for his jeans which were crumpled in a nearby pile of discarded clothing, Tom grabbed his phone.

‘I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself,’ he smiled, connecting to the inbuilt Bluetooth speakers and selecting some gentle mood music.  Then, grabbing his shirt, he partly covered their bodies and snuggled down beside Abby.

‘You’re not too sore?’ he murmured in her ear, as he began to rock gently within her, matching the slow beat of the music.

‘No,’ she groaned, closing her eyes.  In all honesty, this was the third time they’d made love already today and her pussy was feeling fairly well pounded.  But it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling; it was more like a dull ache which occasionally sent unexpected sensations hurtling through her body and actually made her feel pretty sexy.

‘I love you, Abby,’ he sighed, as his hand drifted lazily across her abdomen before heading further south.  Helped by the fact that her long legs had already been spread wide open, Tom easily slid his index and middle finger down either side of her swollen, protruding clit, causing Abby’s hips to jolt against him, unintentionally forcing him further inside.  With sublime pressure, Tom’s unrelenting hand worked in perfect harmony with his cock, ensuring that Abby wasn’t able to voice a response to his declaration of love until a long while later.

 

Chapter 2

            With mixed feelings, Abby and Tom glanced out of the window of Eddie’s luxury jet.  Just moments previously, they had been watching the sun start to set in a cyan blue sky and now, with every metre they descended, so did the dismal, grey darkness. Tom peered more closely through the rain which was running diagonally across the window, to observe the shapely curve of the approaching coastline, made visible by the line of orange neon streetlights far below.  The exact opposite to the weather they had been enjoying, it was a bleak, cloudy and no doubt cold day; the kind that England was capable of excelling in.

‘Five minutes until we land,’ murmured the air stewardess who was travelling with them.  As she collected their glasses, Tom nodded at her gratefully with a grim smile.

‘Abby,’ he said earnestly, when they were alone once more.  ‘Before things get any more serious between us, I want to make it clear that I’m not rich.  This holiday has all been courtesy of Eddie and obviously I live in an amazing house, but it’s Daniel and Emma’s home.  I’ve saved all my life, but I will never have money to burn like they do.’

‘What are you trying to say, Tom?’ asked Abby quietly.

‘In a million years, I’m never going to be able to give you this kind of lifestyle,’ he said, waving his hand around the cabin of the luxury jet. ‘I just happen to have friends who are extremely well off.’

‘I’m never going to be able to give you this lifestyle either,’ she replied teasingly.  ‘But that doesn’t mean you don’t want me, does it?’

‘No, of course not,’ he sighed heavily.  ‘But you deserve somebody who can give you everything you desire.’

‘Unless they can give me you, I’m not interested,’ smiled Abby. ‘You’re all I want.’

‘Then I’m a very lucky guy,’ replied Tom, reaching for her hand and tenderly kissing her palm.

‘Now we’re almost back home, I’m going to miss you so much,’ breathed Abby, with a shake of her head.  She could feel her throat tighten as tears threatened and had to swallow hard to suppress them.  ‘I’m going to miss you more than ever.’

‘I know,’ agreed Tom, squeezing her hand supportively.  ‘I’m so not ready for this holiday to end.’

‘I could stay with you tonight,’ suggested Abby shyly.

‘No,’ said Tom immediately.  ‘I’m not ready to share you yet either.  Daniel and Emma will be at home and you’ll have to be quiet in bed, which is never going to happen, is it?  I could stay at yours?’

‘I’ve only got a tiny bed!’ argued Abby.

‘I honestly don’t care,’ sighed Tom, as the plane started to descend steeply and the cabin lights were dimmed in preparation for landing. ‘I’ll sleep on the floor if there isn’t enough room for both of us.’

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Whilst Abby was in the bathroom, Tom rang Daniel to confirm they were safely back in the country and that he would be down at the yard first thing in the morning.  Hearing Abby turn out the bathroom light, he quickly ended the call and wriggled down into her bed.

‘Oh!  It’s freezing!’ exclaimed Abby, dashing towards him, wrapped up tightly in her dressing gown.  ‘Thank God for my electric blanket!’ she breathed, climbing under the covers and switching off the light.

‘You don’t need an electric blanket with me here,’ smiled a naked Tom, wrapping his arms around her as he tucked the duvet firmly around her shoulders.  For a while, they simply held each other, revelling in the feeling of each other’s existence, allowing the silence to overwhelm them after their hectic day of travelling.

‘Good night, Sweetheart,’ murmured Tom quietly, having listened to Abby’s breaths gradually slow down and lengthen.  Assuming she was asleep, he tenderly kissed her forehead contentedly.

‘Don’t you dare,’ she moaned sleepily.  ‘I need you.’

‘You’re tired,’ smiled Tom, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. ‘Go to sleep.’

‘I’m not that tired,’ she complained, her fingers walking up his neck, before allowing them to intertwine in his soft hair.  As she pulled gently, Tom growled, sending a sharp tingle of excitement down her spine.

‘Abby,’ he warned, his hand moving down to rotate against her ass. ‘Don’t tease me.’

‘I’m not teasing,’ she smiled, biting him gently on the bottom lip and feeling the corresponding gentle swell of his cock, compressed between their bodies.  ‘I need to feel you inside me.’

With a strained groan, Tom gently sampled her full, soft lips. Within moments, their mouths had opened to allow their desperate tongues to explore, suggestively probing.  As their hands clawed the bed linen away, they moved against each other, Tom’s emerging stubble prickling sharply against Abby’s face; a delicious pain that she yearned to feel across every inch of her skin.

‘Kiss my body, Tom,’ begged Abby, unusually forthright about her needs.  ‘I need to feel your lips all over me.  Please…’

‘That’s an offer I will never refuse,’ breathed Tom.  ‘But I will definitely need this back on,’ he grinned, reaching across to the bedside lamp, the return of the soft lighting enabling his eyes to feed greedily on his partner.  For a long while, he knelt high above her, their eyes locked together in a silent communication that left Abby feeling a strange combination of anxious yet wanton.  She wasn’t sure exactly what her body had been saying to Tom, but knew it was probably more than she’d anticipated.  Eventually, the moment was broken as Tom blinked and his eyes dropped to her waist.

‘So you won’t be needing this,’ he said in an authoritative voice, pulling one end of her dressing gown belt through the loops, until it was entirely detached.  Abby inhaled swiftly as her protection fell open to reveal a pale blue satin chemise. Tom stroked a large, appreciative hand across the silky material, revelling in the feel of the subtle curves that it hid beneath.  Abby couldn’t help but stretch luxuriously at the feel of her lover’s talented touch, as he circled down further, starting to tenderly caress her hips and tummy.

‘Or this,’ he added, slipping the dressing gown away from her shoulders, only to join the discarded pile of clothes on the bedroom floor. ‘Or this,’ he mouthed silently, rolling Abby’s final item of clothing over her head to leave her entirely naked and trembling, not through cold now but from arousal.

Abby smiled shyly up at Tom, but for once, he didn’t smile back. Instead, he was toying with the dressing gown cord which he continued to trail thoughtfully through his fingers.

‘On second thoughts,’ he murmured, his eyes slightly narrowing. ‘Perhaps we will be needing this.’

‘Tom!’ exclaimed Abby, her eyes darting towards his as she suddenly realised his intention and heat gushed to her core.

‘Mmmm,’ he replied, his eyes never leaving hers as he bent down over her, gently positioning the dressing gown cord over her eyes, before securing it carefully but firmly behind her head.

‘You can’t…’ she said, in a voice no louder than a husky shudder.

‘Why not?’ he groaned quietly in her ear.  ‘Because nobody has ever done this to you before?’

Unable to find her voice, a panting Abby simply nodded meekly.

‘But you trust me, right?’ he asked playfully, and through the darkness, Abby could sense the smile of the man she loved so much.

‘Of course,’ she whispered.  Even though the words she spoke were true, it didn’t stop her trembling violently, in anticipation of his touch.

‘So enjoy it.  Now, where should I start?’ Tom asked playfully, lifting her hand and cupping it around his stubbled jaw.  ‘Mmmm, right here, I think,’ he confirmed, shifting the tip of her little finger against his lips, before slowly drawing it deep within his mouth to be bathed by his tongue.

‘Tom!’ squeaked Abby, the feel of his warm, wet mouth setting off a plethora of delicious reactions in her body.  As he methodically moved along to her next finger, she became aware of her nipples tightening almost to the point of aching, as blood pumped furiously to her pussy.

‘Jeez!’ she gasped, as the slippery, wet feel of his mouth generated a volley of further tremors throughout her body.

Once Tom had dealt with her hand, he moved across her ticklish palm and along the delicate skin of her inner wrist.

‘On second thoughts, this wasn’t a good idea,’ groaned Abby, her visionless eyes rolling back in her head as she tried to ignore the insistent throbbing that was continuing to ramp up between her legs.

‘No,’ soothed Tom, running his mouth up the inside of her arm. ‘This was a great idea.’  Abby didn’t speak for a long while after that, simply responding to Tom’s magical touch with a combination of groans, gasps and breathy cries.  Slowly and ever so methodically, he worked his way around her face, neck, shoulders, abdomen and legs, avoiding where he knew she would most value the feel of his tongue.  Once he’d reached her feet, he took each toe individually into his mouth, whilst running a moistened finger teasingly up her sensitive arches.  Experiencing a headrush of sensation, Abby wriggled her legs, only to become aware of just how incredibly wet Tom’s concentrated attention had caused her to become.

‘Turn over,’ he instructed, helping to ease her body around so she lay on her tummy.  Immediately, he dropped his head back down to kiss and caresses her ankles, before working slowly up her calves.

‘Oh God, Tom!’ she groaned, clenching her fists tightly, as he moved past her knees and made his way confidently up the back of her thighs. Abby was wholly unable to fight her natural reflex reaction and started to gradually edge her legs apart.

‘Good girl,’ he breathed sexily, encouraging her further by pressing his abrasive cheek gently against the inside of her thigh.  ‘Open yourself up to me.  Wider, Abby,’ instructed Tom.  With a small moan, she followed his orders.

‘Onto your elbows and knees,’ he added, blowing gently towards her swollen pussy lips.  ‘Wider still. I need to be able to reach every inch of you, remember?  That’s it. Now, are there any parts of your body I still need to focus on?’

‘Don’t tease me,’ groaned Abby, shaking her head against her blindfold in despair as she felt Tom move close beside her, without being able to anticipate exactly what he was planning.

‘Why ever not?’ laughed Tom softly, repositioning himself so he lay under Abby’s raised body, adjacent to her breasts.  ‘I don’t believed I kissed here,’ he stated, a groan of satisfaction vibrating in his throat as a gasping, impatient Abby lowered an aching nipple towards his waiting mouth.  ‘I would definitely have remembered.’

Grasping her delicate flesh gently between his teeth, Tom’s tongue and suckling lips caused a range of cries from an increasingly desperate Abby, her hips starting to grind with need.  Part way through his teasing, Tom allowed his spare hand to creep up the inside of her leg and stroke the very outer edges of her dripping pussy.  The howl of frustration that Abby made caused Tom’s rock hard cock to jerk in response; there was no way he was going to be able to hold off much longer.

Wriggling further underneath her, Tom headed down Abby’s warm, soft body.

‘Look,’ he murmured to himself.  ‘Somewhere else I’ve missed.’  With the very lightest of touches, Tom brushed his tongue up the edge of her pussy lips, causing Abby’s body to spasm.

‘Fuck!’ she cried out, as her back seemed to arch of its own accord.

‘Christ, you’re gorgeous,’ sighed Tom with satisfaction, before allowing his talented mouth to do what they both desired the most.

‘Oh God!’ groaned Abby, her pelvis starting to subconsciously rock against the rhythm of Tom’s incredible touch.  Repositioning her hand, to steady herself, she became aware of Tom’s muscled body laying right beside her.  Trying her best to momentarily ignore the mind-bending sensations Tom was causing, she quickly shuffled nearer to him to find his thick, throbbing cock through her enforced blindness.  With a relieved groan that sounded as though she had located water after hours spent searching in a scorching desert, Abby wrapped her hand around Tom and guided him swiftly into her waiting mouth.  She consumed him greedily, thrilled to feel the tension ramp up in his body as she set up a matching rhythm of her own.

Equally competitive, they each attempted to drive the other beyond the brink of self-control.  It was only when Abby began to allow a groaning Tom to sink into her throat that he knew he had to act swiftly, or be lost forever.  He grabbed hold of her ass and, ignoring her wiggling, held her down firmly against him.  Redoubling his efforts, he began to drive a groaning, twisting Abby quickly out of her mind, sucking her clit firmly and rhythmically.  As her self-control broke and she released his cock from her mouth, in favour of dragging in deep, gasping breaths, he knew he’d won.  Moments later, Tom was overwhelmed with a feeling of intense satisfaction when the woman he loved orgasmed violently into his mouth.

For some time afterwards, Tom simply kissed and licked her trembling, dripping pussy, as a shaking Abby began to recover from such a mammoth high.  Gradually, he started to wriggle further down towards her ass, exploring with his mischievous tongue.

‘Oh my God!  What are you doing?’ gasped Abby, trying to rotate out of his reach.

‘Obeying orders,’ he growled, using his large hands to hold her firmly down before returning to his task.

‘Are you licking my…..?  I didn’t say do that!’ she squeaked, as his tongue continued to probe.

‘You told me to kiss you everywhere.’

‘Not there!  Seriously! You can’t do that…’

‘I just did,’ he smiled, placing butterfly kisses on her rounded ass cheek.  ‘If you didn’t mean everywhere, then I advise you to be more precise with your demands next time.’

‘I…’ started Abby, but her words were quickly silenced into a squeak when Tom bit down hard.

‘Just your back needs attention now,’ he murmured, re-positioning himself behind her and kissing up her spine.  Upon reaching her shoulders, his thick cock fell into place and the two of them moaned in harmony as his length slid against the outside of her warm, wet, velvet folds.

‘Fuck,’ breathed Abby, trying to rock back against him.

‘What do you want?’ he demanded.

‘You,’ she gulped.

‘Fast?’ he queried, suddenly grabbing his cock and thrusting half way inside her before stopping, revelling in her tightly clenched pussy firmly grasping him as she cried out in response.  ‘Or slow?’ he whispered, sinking the remainder of his considerable length into her at a tantalisingly deliberate pace.

‘Oh fuck!’ she gasped.  ‘Everything.  I want everything!’

‘I got a complaint when I delivered everything a moment ago,’ teased Tom, setting up a gentle, shallow rocking motion.

‘Not a complaint,’ groaned Abby.  ‘I was just shocked.’

‘I’m not sure I should shock you twice in one night though,’ he sighed, dropping his mouth to her shoulder before biting gently.

‘Please Tom,’ she panted, blinking through her blindfold. ‘Fuck me.’

Not an instruction Tom was likely to ignore, he allowed his fingertips to trail temptingly up Abby’s spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Before reaching her neck, his hands separated out to each of her upper arms where he grasped, pinning her firmly into position.  Taking the weight of her upper body, Tom pulled back gently and Abby unexpectedly found herself being further impaled on his cock.  Once he had bottomed out and filled her to the fullest extent, instead of relinquishing his hold on her, Tom continued to pull her backwards, gradually forcing her back to arch.  Feeling increasingly helpless and utterly trapped, Abby groaned deeply.

‘Tom,’ she whispered, trying to steady her own breath.

‘Yeah,’ he replied, commencing a set of long, slow strokes, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

‘I love you,’ she admitted, trembling with anticipation.

‘I love you too,’ he said softly, glancing towards her. ‘Which is why I’m going to give you what all good girls deserve…a good, long, hard fucking.’  From the angle of her face, Tom could just see Abby biting down on her bottom lip as she savoured his promises.

Using a shallow, rhythmic motion, Tom thrust easily inside her slippery, tight pussy, his width stretching her and driving her on.  Desperately gripping onto the pillow beneath her fingers, Abby’s breath began to ramp up, intently aware that Tom had so much more to give. She was soon moaning softly, her small breasts jolting with each increasingly hard thrust.  With a swift grin, he tightened his grip before slamming his full length into her, ploughing mercilessly deep; he couldn’t have her settling into too much of a rhythm and becoming complacent.  Howling in response, Abby tightened immediately around his cock, struggling against her predicament, unable to escape.

‘I’ve dreamt of doing this to you for a very long time,’ growled Tom, crashing his pelvis forwards once more, before returning to shallow teasing as Abby shuddered under his control.

‘We haven’t known each other a verylong time,’ she gasped.  Completely unable to predict Tom’s next line of attack, as he randomly alternated between hard and soft, shallow and deep, she was being driven slowly out of her mind.

‘Yeah, but I’ve dreamt of being with somebody like you my entire life,’ he admitted, before gently releasing her and allowing one hand to meander teasingly up Abby’s sensitive waist, heading for a taut nipple.

‘Please let me come,’ she begged.  Her body clamped down once more around Tom’s thick cock, but was simply not being given enough to drive her over the edge into the bewildering oblivion she so badly craved.

‘What’s it worth?’ growled Tom, aware that he couldn’t physically hold off much longer himself.

‘Anything,’ she croaked.  ‘Please, Tom. Please.’

‘Still okay for our date on the first of May?’

‘You keep asking me that,’ groaned Abby.  ‘It’s months away, but yeah, I am.’

‘Good girl,’ he said, noting Abby’s breath catch as he picked up the pace and powered himself forwards.

‘Oh God,’ she moaned, aware of nothing but the mammoth orgasm that had been bubbling under the surface throughout all of Tom’s teasing and was now clamouring to escape from her body.

‘Go on, baby,’ urged Tom, his hand snaking round to trap her clit between his thumb and forefinger.  ‘Come for me now.’

The reaction in Abby was immediate, her noisy cry reverberating around the room as she surrendered to a frighteningly powerful climax. Without releasing the pressure, Tom attempted to purposefully slow the pace and deepen his thrusts, but a tightening of his balls informed him that his attempts were futile; the tell-tale signs of his own impending release had already commenced.  Like the final launch sequence of a space rocket, a certain inevitable calm enveloped Tom.  As his cock began to swell against Abby’s now continuous, extended orgasm, it was strangely reassuringly to know that for the next minute of his life, he could simply hand over control of the situation to his body and just absorb the incredible sensation of exploding inside his lover.

‘Oh God!’ he groaned deeply, the speed of his thrusts ramping up yet further as pleasure continued to overwhelm Abby’s exhausted body. Dragging in painfully gasping breaths from the very base of her aching lungs, she skipped from one climax to the next, barely able to distinguish between them.

Pulling Abby’s hips towards him in time to meet his thrusts, Tom elicited further cries from them both.  Then, seemingly from nowhere, Tom slammed himself forwards and bottomed out, accompanied by a guttural roar.  A wave of great relief washed over him at the liberation of such enormous pressure; the first stream shooting satisfyingly deep inside Abby’s now submissive and entirely open body, coating her insides.  His tightly clenched hands momentarily stilled them both, savouring the exquisite pleasure, before releasing Abby to enable her body to do what it was naturally programmed to do.  Rocking hypnotically back against him, she encouraged further jets to erupt from an uncontrolled Tom, his cock timing each release with the full depth of his entry, as she sunk her quivering frame back down on his generous cock, over and over again.

By the time Abby had ridden out the very last drop that he had to offer, Tom’s shuddering legs were threatening to collapse.  Withdrawing gently, he eased them both onto their sides, hugging Abby tenderly from behind whilst he unwound her blindfold.  Opening her disorientated eyes, Abby blinked purposefully as her sight was slowly restored.  She tried to turn around to look at her incredible lover, but found she didn’t have the necessary strength to achieve it and instead just collapsed back into the pillow.

‘Fucking hell, Tom,’ Abby murmured,  a sigh of contentment escaping from her parched mouth.  ‘You’re something else.’

‘As are you, baby,’ he growled.  Twisting around to switch off the light, Tom returned to cradle Abby, where sleep quickly claimed him.  His last conscious thought that night was trying to comprehend how he could possibly cope with spending even one single night away from this amazing woman, now their perfect holiday had officially drawn to a close.

Copyright Fenella Ashworth 2019

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Fenella Ashworth

Fenella Ashworth is a British author of contemporary erotic fiction.  All of her stories are available from Amazon and free for those with Kindle Unlimited access.  Her best known novels are ‘To Love, Honour and Oh Pay’ and the Daniel Lawson series.
Fenella also releases stories on BooksieSilk, Booksie, Lush Stories and Literotica, and is often visible in the Literotica ‘Erotic Couplings’ Hall of Fame (Top Rated).
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