Dylan - December 25
Dylan
Christmas Day.
Twelve months ago, I never would have imagined that this is how I’d be spending my Christmas Day.
Alone on a remote island completely naked with a billionaire, it sounds like something out of the pages of a book or movie.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t all a dream.
Yeah, this is definitely no dream because it’s all happening right now in real life, and I’m enjoying every single damn minute of it.
Doctor Newman was here early this morning to give me a quick check up and advised that the swelling has subsided and although the area is still bruised, it appears to be healing nicely.
She still advised me to be extra careful but has given me the all clear to perform sexual activities if I desire.
Liam was up early again this morning. I swear, I need to chain the man to the bed.
He’s always on the move somewhere. The last couple of days here with him have been everything I’ve dreamed of and more.
After admitting to one another last night that we love each other, I know I’ve made the right decision.
Having returned to our original suite, I go through my bag, trying to find some clothes to wear today.
I don’t know what Liam has planned for us today, but while I have the opportunity, I need to head to the gift store and buy his Christmas gift.
Just as I reach into my bag to grab a shirt and shorts, I feel a pair of firm hands on either side of my waist, and when I turn around I’m inches from Liam’s nose.
He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips.
“Merry Christmas,” he says.
“Merry Christmas. You were up early again this morning.”
“You know I’m an early riser, and besides, you looked so peaceful lying naked beside me, I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Where do you go so early in the morning?” I ask.
“For a run. I was jogging by the beach. It’s so peaceful, and I love the smell of salt water as the breeze smacks across my face.”
“Do you run every morning? Even at home?” I inquire.
“Usually, depending on how big a night I’ve had the night before or how exhausted I am from work. But usually it’s the best way for me to destress from a hard week at the office.”
“I see. I bet you look sexy as hell jogging in your spandex and sweat dripping down on your brow and chest.”
“Well, maybe if you get your gorgeous ass out of bed early enough, you can come with me one day.”
I frown at the thought of having to get out of bed earlier than necessary. But then the thought of Liam sweaty and running is definitely more appealing and has me very quickly considering his suggestion.
“What do you have planned for today?” I ask.
“That’s a great question. But first, what did Doctor Newman say?”
“She said that my dick is healing nicely and I’ve been given the all clear to have sex but I still need to be extra careful. The bruising is still there but the swelling has gone down.”
“That’s great news. Are you in any pain?”
“No,” I reply.
“Excellent. So in that case, to answer your question, I was kind of hoping that the two of us could spend the day on the beach swimming totally naked and then sunbathing on the sand.”
Me and him, totally naked on the beach?
That’s certainly not how I imagined I’d be spending my Christmas Day, but knowing that it’s going to be just the two of us is very enticing.
“Sounds like pure heaven. But what about the resort staff?” I ask.
“They’ve all gone for the day. No one will be back until tomorrow. Richard has allowed us full access to anything we need on the island, and there is still security in case we need them. However, they won’t be anywhere where they can see us.”
“So you’re saying it’s literally just the two of us, all alone at this huge ass resort?”
“Yep. Just you, me, and seventy-four spectacular acres of pure bliss.”
He gives me another kiss and I feel his palm slide down my bare chest and stomach, and when he reaches the top of my groin, he hesitates.
“It’s okay, you can touch it. It’s not going to break, you know?”
His eyes immediately fill with lust and desire, and I know he’s been craving to touch me since the accident happened, and I also know he’s been beating himself up about it since we landed here.
He places a hand to the back of my head and pulls me in for another kiss.
He takes me deeper this time, swirling our tongues together as he gently caresses my cock and it only takes a few seconds for me to get hard.
He continues stroking me gently, then proceeds to kiss my chin, going lower, down my neck and onto my chest before making his way over my abs.
He releases his grip from around my cock, then continues to cover my stomach with soft kisses, and when he gets to my dick, I’m expecting him to wrap his lips around it, instead, he presses a gentle kiss on the head, and gives it a quick lick with his tongue. I squirm and let out a frustrated moan.
“Tease!” I tell him.
“I’m not going to risk injuring you again. The fact that I still get to taste you and hold it in my hand is enough. We have all the time in the world to play with ourselves.”
The way he emphasizes on the word ‘play’ has my cock weeping and me wanting to say ‘fuck it, just take me now,’ but I know I’d be wasting my breath trying to convince Liam to suck my brains out while I’m still not fully recovered.
“I have something for you,” he says, letting go of me.
He moves to his bag resting on one of the armchairs, and he pulls out a black box, then wanders back over to me.
“Merry Christmas,” he says, handing me the box.
“I—I haven’t had a chance to get you anything yet. I was about to go to the gift shop before you walked in.”
“I actually don’t think there is one on the island. And besides, you don’t need to get me anything. I have everything I want, right here.”
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in for another kiss.
“But I feel terrible, you giving me a gift and I have nothing to give you,” I admit.
“Are we really going to start this again? On Christmas Day?”
I smile, accepting defeat. With his arms still wrapped around my waist, I slowly lift the lid of the black box and my eyes widen when I find the gold Rolex watch peeping up at me.
“Holy shit, Liam. I—this is too much. I can’t accept this.”
“Yes, you can.”
He removes his hands from my waist and takes the box from me. He then carefully takes out the Rolex and turns it upside down showing me an inscription engraved on the base of the watch.
Dylan
With love,
Liam
He then slides the Rolex over my hand and onto my wrist and he clips it into place before kissing the back of my palm.
“This is beautiful, Liam. Thank you. I don’t know what to say except, you shouldn’t have.”
“Yes, I should have. And you’re welcome. It looks great on you.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” I ask, trying to control my emotions.
“Nothing. That’s just the point. I fell in love with you because of who and what you are. You’re everything to me, Dylan, and I want you to know that today, tomorrow, and forever because that’s how much you mean to me.”
I look into his eyes, holding back my tears, and then I stare down at my wrist and admire the Rolex. Being extra careful, I slowly remove it and place it back in the box and rest it on the bed.
“I don’t want to scratch it,” I tell him.
He kisses my nose, then smiles.
“Well, I think I’m a little overdressed for the occasion, so I might change.”
He quickly strips out of his clothes, dropping them to the floor, then he slides his feet into the sliders and grabs two towels and sunscreen from the bathroom.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“We’re going now?” I ask.
“No sense wasting a perfect opportunity or a gorgeous day,” he replies, taking my hand.
I put on my sliders and the two of us walk out of the bedroom and head outside.
Once we’re on the beach, Liam places the towels side-by-side.
He kicks off his sliders and I do the same, then he takes my hand, and we both run into the water like a pair of teenagers in love for the first time.
And I guess that’s kind of poetic considering we technically are in love for the first time.
He splashes water all over me, taking me completely off guard then runs off in the water.
I chase after him, splashing water all over his back while trying to catch up with him, but the bastard is fast, clearly all those early morning jogs working in his favor.
When I finally manage to catch up to him, I splash a large amount of water all over his face, and when he lowers his head, I make the most of the opportunity.
I push his head underwater, drenching him, and losing his balance, he falls into the water.
When he gets back to his feet he gives me a death glare, and I know what’s about to come, so I make a run for it as best I can.
He’s quick though, chasing me through the water with the waves crashing around us, and when he finally catches up to me, he dunks me under the water.
I get to my feet and the two of us run around in a circle, splashing water at one another, and it’s the best fun I’ve had in a very long time.
In fact, I don’t think I can ever recall a moment like this.