Waking up

As the fog lifted from his sleep addled brain he experienced that feeling of disorientation that you have when you wake up knowing that you are not in your own bed. But as he felt the limbs of the naked woman beside him entwined with his own he couldn't help but smile. The night they had shared had been amazing. He lay there thinking over it as she started to slowly stretch beside him. He watched her as she reminded him of a sleek cat as her muscles seemed to flex in ripples. Her eyes slowly opened to meet his.

"Hey." he said.

"Hey to you too." She replied and then leaned in for a kiss. It started out as something casual and sweet but soon became so much more as they both were reminded of the experiences of the last night. He pulled her in closer as her hands moved over his naked body, loving the feel of him.

He pulled back reluctantly. "We should probably get up. We've got things to do." He suggested.

She moved her hand lower, stroking him along his shaft. "It seems that someone is already up." she replied and rolled on top of him. He knew that he should stop her but he was powerless to do so; his breathing already shortening as he waited for her next move. She didn't disappoint, as she sat up astride him and took him into her moist core and began to move upon him. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she rocked upon him. When she was getting close she threw back her head and placed her hands behind her on his legs so that she could watch them in the mirror over the bed. It was like watching your own personal porn show. He followed her lead and couldn't take his eyes from the mirror as he moved his hips to thrust further into her and join in her rhythm and take them both over the edge. She screamed in ecstasy as she collapsed back on top of him.

They lay gasping in one another's arms and he panted.

"You know when you suggested that we get to know one another … this wasn't quite what I was expecting."

"Complaining?" she gasped still trying to recover.

"Hardly." He replied.

"Well I didn't want to marry you today and then find out you were a bad lay." Annabel replied.

Keith laughed out loud. "I hope I passed the test?"

"You'll do." She replied, a smile on her face telling him the real truth.

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Ryan woke early the next morning. In truth, he hadn't slept much at all. In between their bedroom activities, he had lain awake thinking about what he needed to do to make the day go off without a hitch. He was surprised that Marissa hadn't pushed him further about their conversation on the Ferris wheel. He knew that if they talked about it, she would have all sorts of reasons why it couldn't happen and there would be the possibility that she would change her mind …. That sanity would prevail and they would postpone it until after Seth and Summer's wedding again. But the more he had thought about it, the more he wanted it. Hell, he'd wanted it since the first time he saw her. And now, it was so close to actually happening that he didn't want anything to stop them. His only regret was that the Cohen's would not be there. But they would have another ceremony, a confirmation of their vows, after Seth and Summer's wedding and they would celebrate with their family and friends then. For now all he really needed was Marissa. She was all he had ever needed to make his life complete.

And now that he had started, he was just hoping to make it all a surprise for her. Of course the other problem was trying to keep it from the paparazzi. If they were to work out what was going on and announce it to the world, then he didn't think that Seth and Summer would ever forgive them. So he just hoped that the diversion of Keith and Annabel would work.

Marissa started to stir beside him and he couldn't help but smile as he looked over at her, her bed-hair strewn over the pillow. He pulled her in to him as her eyes opened to connect instantly with his. She smiled. "Aren't you my tour guide?" she asked.

"That's me. But you promised to double my tip. So I thought I'd wait for the next round." He informed her.

"You may have to wait a while. I think I need food before I can take in anymore of you and your strenuous activities." Marissa replied.

"You had no trouble taking all of me in last night …. and earlier this morning." Ryan replied cheekily.

Marissa tried to swat him. But it was difficult to accomplish at close quarters. "If you want me to 'take you in again' then I need food." She said as her tummy rumbled to add credence to her words. "That hot dog was quite a while ago."

"Well I did offer to take you out to dinner last night. You were the one that didn't want to get out of bed."

"Well to start with, I was having too much fun to stop." She explained.

"To start with?" Ryan asked. "And what happened then. You stopped having fun?"

"No. But I'd had so much fun that my body didn't seem to function very well anymore. You seem to be able to turn it to jelly." She added.

Ryan laughed but reached for the phone. "So … sustenance hey? What would you like?" he asked as Marissa made her way from the bed to the adjoining bathroom. "Pancakes?" he suggested.

"Yes please and juice". She replied. "And coffee."

"And?" he teased. "Anything else I can help you with?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something." She suggested as she made her way from the room.

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They ate breakfast at the small table looking out at the city and the surrounding desert. They were both dressed in the white towelling robes supplied by the hotel and Marissa was expecting that after breakfast they would return to bed but Ryan said that he had things to do.

"If you're going off to your boring old conference then what am I supposed to do?" she asked.

"Well you could always give Annabel a call and go shopping." Ryan suggested knowing that it would be the last thing that Marissa would want.

"Thanks but no thanks. Any other bright ideas?" she asked.

He smiled. "I've actually made you a booking at the day spa." He explained. "I hear that the one they have here is supposed to be very good. Go and pamper yourself for the day and I'll see you back here about 3."

"Hmmm. That actually sounds really good. I could have a manicure and a pedicure. And I could do with a massage. Who knows the masseuse might be a hunk?" she teased.

"The only hunky masseuse that I want any where near you is me." Ryan responded.

"A tour guide and a masseuse? You really are one in a million." Marissa teased.

"And don't forget I'm hung." Ryan added.

Marissa burst out laughing. "Is that right?"

"You told me so last night." Ryan replied.

"I may just need to be reminded about that. If I could just inspect …" she said moving to undo the tie on his gown.

"Oh no." Ryan pulled back out of reach. "I'll never get out the door if you start inspecting now. I know you. Inspecting leads to ..."

"Touching? Which leads to Testing? Which leads to … bed." she suggested raising her eyebrows.

Ryan laughed. "Exactly." he answered.

Marissa hung her head down and pouted playfully. "Maybe I will just have to check out that masseuse."

"How about you come and help me shower first." He said reaching for her.

"Need someone to wash your back?" Marissa asked.

"Something like that. And … with a bit of luck by the time I've finished with you, you'll barely be able to walk, let alone show any interest in any one else."

Marissa smiled. "I like the sound of that. Let's see what you've got big boy?" she said teasing him about his question from the previous night. She pulled off her gown to reveal her naked body and made her way to the bathroom before him turning at the door to look back over her shoulder at a drooling Ryan. "You coming?"

He laughed as he joined her. "Very soon, I suspect."