Summary: Daphne and Ernest’s first trip together doesn’t go exactly as planned, but she finds a way to help him relax.
Based on the prompts: Choices August Challenge Day Fifteen – Relaxation / Float Together
Daphne took off her shoes as she walked into the luxurious house of the Sinclaires in Bath, closing the door and making her way to the room. Spending two hours in a spa alone wasn’t exactly how she planned to spend the first day of her first trip with her boyfriend, but she didn’t want to complain. Her goal was to be a supportive girlfriend to him at all times and she would keep it that way because it was the only way she could see the long-distance relationship work.
She checked her phone and scrolled through social media when Briar and Annabelle facetimed her through the group chat.
“Hey, how is it going? Are you enjoying Bath?” Annabelle asked.
“It’s a wonderful city. I’m having a good time,” Daphne smiled.
“Yeah, yeah, the city is great, spas are cool, the power of mineral waters, whatever,” Briar waved dismissively. “Tell us everything. How was it? Is he good? How did you do it?”
“Calm down, Briar! She just got there,” Annabelle glared on the screen.
“But these are important questions! We need to know if everything even was okay, if he really is as dreamy as he looks or if he’s some self-absorbed ass who just cares about getting off.”
“Fair point,” Annabelle says pensively. “Now answer us Briar’s questions.”
“Nothing happened yet.”
“What?!? Why? Where is he?” Briar inquired.
“Gee, Briar! Tone it down,” Annabelle admonished. “But really, Daph, what happened?”
“We were on the road when his assistant called to let him know about some big issue with an important client that had to be solved as quickly as possible. Because of that, he committed three traffic violations while trying to handle everything over the phone, so I made him sit on the passenger seat. And I drove us here safely while he scolded and yelled at whoever he had to. I left him at one of Ledford Park Inc. branches here in Bath and I went to a spa by myself.”
Briar grimaced while Annabelle tried to come up with something to say.
“What?” Daphne asked.
“Nothing,” Briar replied.
“Really?” Daphne cocked an eyebrow.
“Ignore her judgy looks. We know he’s a busy man and sometimes things happen at work and he has to leave everything behind to fix it,” Annabelle commented.
“But she’s alone in th— ” Briar protested.
“Briar, shush!” Annabelle said through gritted teeth. “He has his work to do and it’s important. Daphne is being a good girlfriend. She went to a spa to relax and they have an entire weekend together.”
“Exactly. Thank you. I have no reason to make a big deal out of this, right?”
“Of course not. He’s just being the responsible guy we all know learned to tolerate because of you,” Annabelle joked.
Daphne laughed along with her friends and sighed. “I know it’s not the ideal situation, but he’s not like every other guy. He is a businessman. And I love that he’s so responsible at such a young age. I’m happy when I’m with him.”
“And he’s good with his hands,” Briar smirked.
They laughed.
“Yeah… That too,” Daphne smiled. “I’m so ready for this. I want my relationship with him to go to the next level.”
“Aww…” Briar placed one hand on her chest and faked wiping a tear.
“Oh, stop it!”
“Okay, on to the serious stuff. Are you really ready? Did you take everything you need?” Annabelle inquired.
“Yup. Sexy lingerie, condoms, scented candles, edible lube, champagne, chocolate truffles and bath salts and oils for later.”
“Oooh, somebody is pulling at all the stops there,” Briar teased.
“Am I wrong for wanting it to be perfect?”
“No. But try not to build big expectations,” Annabelle said.
“What?!”
“Ann!” Briar chided.
“I didn’t mean it like that. But don’t plan too much. It’s a big deal for both of you and you should make the most of the moment. Go with the flow. Do whatever feels natural, okay?” Annabelle explained.
“Okay. I’ll remember that. Thank you, Ann.”
“And tell us everything later,” Briar added.
They laughed once again and said their goodbyes.
A while later, Daphne was curled up in a couch reading a book when Ernest arrived. He put his coat on the closet and walked towards her, taking a seat beside her. He looked tired, worried, but he smiled as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.
“Is everything okay? Did you solve the problem at the company?” Daphne cupped his face with one hand.
He leaned into her touch, heaving a sigh. “Mostly. I still a few things left to handle, but I can do it tomorrow.”
“Then why are you still frowning?”
He looked down and slumped his shoulders. “My mother’s illness is back.”
“I’m so sorry, Ernest,” Daphne squeezed his hand gently. “If you want to return to Ledford Park tomorrow, I’ll understand.”
“That’s not necessary. Mother told me it’s a good thing I’m here because I worry too much and I should take the weekend to do something I rarely do.”
“What?”
“Have fun.”
Daphne giggled. “I agree.”
He gave her a sideways glance.
“I know you have so many responsibilities, but you have to take a break from time to time. We’re on a getaway trip, we should live a little,” she said, trying to cheer him up.
“All right. Do you have any suggestions about what should I do to have fun?”
“I do, actually.” She took his hand and led him to his room. “Take off your clothes. You can leave your underwear on.”
Ernest raised an eyebrow but did as he was told.
“Now lie on your stomach.”
He lied on his stomach and waited. A few seconds later, a sweet scent emanated in the air and Daphne got on the bed, sitting on his thighs with her legs on each side of his own. She began to knead the muscles on his back, l and her hands smoothly roamed over his skin, undoing the knots as a citrus fragrance exuded from the oil she applied on her hands. He moaned.
“I’ll take it as a compliment,” she grinned.
“You should,” he mumbled with a lazy smile on his lips.
Daphne proceeded to massage his back until he fell asleep, then carefully got out of the bed, planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered. “Sweet dreams, my darling.”
…
It was a quarter past eight when she heard the door to his room opening. She smiled and grabbed another spoon full of cookie dough ice cream, lying on her stomach on the sofa bed.
“Enjoying yourself?” His baritone voice was lower than usual, but he still sounded slightly amused.
“Very much,” she replied looking over her shoulder. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Never better,” he said as he approached the sofa bed and sat by her side. “Thank you for the massage. I didn’t even know I needed it.”
“I’m glad I could help,” she beamed and looked back to the TV.
“You weren’t joking when you said you spoke Mandarin,” he said looking at her as she watched a Chinese TV series with no subtitles.
“Oh! Sorry,” Daphne grabbed the remote control to add the subtitles.
“What is it about?”
“It’s about a girl who falls in love with a guy she married got to in an online role-playing game and they become a couple in real life later. She’s clever and shy and he’s very closed off but an accomplished guy trying to build his own mobile and video games design company. They’re living apart from each other now, but they’re cute together and talk online all the time.”
He arched an eyebrow at her.
“It’s a mere coincidence. I didn’t know all of this when I read the synopsis on Quickflix.”
“Are they really as great you say they are?” He asked as the corner of his mouth discreetly lifted up.
“Their dialogues are funny and romantic, which makes them so cute, but they lack real chemistry.”
“Meaning?”
“They look like they’d rather have a red pepper sauce and tequila drink than kissing or hugging each other.”
“That’s…” He glanced at the TV and watched the couple hugging on a street. “…oddly accurate,” he grimaced.
Daphne giggled.
“I’m glad you didn’t see the resemblance to our relationship on this. We’re far better on that department,” he affirmed.
She sat up and smiled slyly. “We certainly are,” she agreed, leaning closer and kissing him.
Ernest pulled her in his lap and deepened the kiss, his hands delving under her sweater. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she moved her hips back and forth.
“Daphne, what are you doing to me?” He whispered, his lips brushing on her neck as his hands ran down her sides.
She pulled away to gaze into his eyes. “I want to help you relax, darling.” She got out of the couch, turned off the TV and took her sweater off and letting it fall on the floor. “Follow the trail, Ernest,” she said walking out of the room and bending down to remove her leggings, give him a good view of her backside and leave on the doorway.
Ernest smiled as he stood up and picked up every single piece of clothing she tossed on the floor. When he opened the door to his bedroom, Daphne was standing next to the door that led to the balcony, looking out the city, her petite naked frame only lit by the fire coming from the fireplace. He left her clothes on a chair nearby and stepped closer to her, encircling his arms around her waist, pressing her back to his chest and dipped his head down to kiss the spot between her shoulder and her neck.
She moaned, placing one hand around his neck, basking in the warmth of his body and his lips and wiggling her butt against his bulge. One of his hands roamed down her body and rested between her legs, opening her folds slightly with his fingers just enough rub her core. Daphne threw her head back, arching her body, leaning into his touch. He inserted two fingers into her, she bit her bottom lip and a moan escaped her lips.
“You’re magnificent, my darling,” he murmured, inhaling the alluring fragrance exuding from her hair, his fingers pumping in and out of her. “Every inch of you is exquisite.”
“Oh, Ernest…” she panted, her body flushed against his.
But as pleasure almost reached its peak, he removed his fingers from her.
Daphne turned around, eyes burning with desire. “Why did you— ” she trailed off as he grabbed her thighs, wrapping around his waist and led her to the canopy bed.
“I’m just trying to get you into a more comfortable position,” he whispered, laying her down gently and peppering kisses over her breasts. When he tried to pull away, she locked her legs together, making it impossible for him to stand up without her.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I was thinking about losing myself into you, but it will be a difficult task to accomplish since I’m still wearing boxers and I can’t reach for the condoms,” he explained.
“I can help you with that,” she smirked as her hands ran on his back, cupped his butt and pushed his underwear down.
He blushed furiously. “I still need— ”
She reached under the pillows and grabbed a pack of condoms.
“I was going to pick up the ones in my coat pocket, but you clearly thought about everything,” he smirked.
“I like to come prepared. And hey, the more condoms we have, the more we can do it.”
“I like the way you think,” he pulled away just enough to toss his underwear aside, opened her wrapper, unroll the condom all the way down to the base of his shaft and climbed on top of her, lining up his manhood on her entrance and slowly sunk into her.
She closed her eyes and tried to be calm, but her heart raced in her chest. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.
“Are you hurt? We can stop if you want,” he said, locking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I’m okay.”
“I mean it. You can tell me to stop at any moment,” he cupped her face with one hand and kissed her forehead, her cheek, her jaw, her neck.
“Keep going,” she purred.
His kisses grew more urgent and one hand traveled down her body, cupping her center and his digits whirled on her clit. As she moaned again, he began to rock his hips slowly, watching her every response.
Daphne panted as he moved faster, heat spreading through her veins, pleasure taking over hee senses like waves that only grew bigger, stronger.
“Oh my god!” She gasped, her body moving in tandem with his and guided his lips back to hers.
Winding his fingers with hers, he pinned her down and thrust faster and faster until she meowed his name reaching ecstasy at last, soon followed by him finding his own release. He eased out of her and got out of the bed to go to the bathroom, returning with a wet towel. He gently cleaned her up and joined her in bed.
“Are you all right, my darling?” He asked as he cradled her in his arms.
“All right is an understatement. I feel amazing.”
Ernest smiled, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Good, that’s all I needed to hear.”
Daphe pressed her lips on his, kissing him passionately, savoring their first intimate moment together.
