Before I knew it we were at the next stop, apparently time flies when you're fixated on the immaculately chiselled features of a hot guy.
As we went to step off of the coach into the cold wind of the sea, Coach stopped dead in his tracks at the bottom of the steps causing me to crash into him.
"Climb on." He turned and smirked.
"What?" Was he for real? I swear he was a teenager trapped in a man's body with the way he acted sometimes.
"Come on, let me give you a piggy back." Though he'd turned away from me I knew he was smiling.
I groaned to show I wasn't fully supportive of the decision as I limply placed my arms over his shoulders, he reached behind him and grabbed my legs firmly, pulling me onto his back. My legs tightened around his waist as he grasped my arms to pull them tighter around his neck. I was worried about choking him but his thick neck probably had more chance of hurting me than me hurting him.
"Hey this is like when I carried you back to your room!" He beamed.
I let out another guttural groan in an attempt to prove my dissatisfaction with the situation.
"Hey, you didn't complain about it before." He turned to face me, my chin resting on his shoulder. He placed a delicate kiss on my cheek.
"If you really don't want me to carry you I'll let you get off."
He lowered his arms from under my legs giving me the change to let myself drop from his back.
He seemed shocked for a moment as my legs and arms tightened, pulling me in closer to his body.
"I knew you liked it really."
"Shush" I whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek which turned red almost instantly.
As if fuelled by my sign of affection he tightened his grip on my legs as I saw a flash in his eye, that same mischievous smile spread across his face. What was he planning?!
He suddenly started running, sure he wasn't running at full speed but I let out a small yelp as he took me by surprise.
He started laughing as my limbs clung to his muscular frame as if my life depended on it.
Soon we crossed over the line from pure white snow to black. Pitch black.
He lowered me down gently and I stood staring off, silent in awe.
Although I had seen the setting in plenty of photographs and videos my heart almost stopped at the scene that laid before me.
To my left stood basalt columns, that looked almost too perfect to have been carved by nature, huddled together holding up a slight overhang from the hill above. In front of me was a roaring, crashing sea that somehow calmed dramatically as it reached the shore. Below my feet and to my right stretched a huge expanse of jet black sand. I stood for a minute or two not saying anything, the sound of the sea blocked out the murmur from the other guests and Coach stood beside me in silence, his hand resting on my shoulder almost as if he was supporting me through this unexpected emotional wave that was washing over me.
My body slowly knelt down and I scooped up a handful of the moist, onyx sand. I raised it towards my face and began swirling it with my finger. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Coach crouching down, his back to me, he appeared to be doing something with the sand?
Was he making a castle? He really was a big kid.
"Ta da!" He proclaimed triumphantly.
The dark sand slipped through my fingers and blew away gently on the breeze as I stepped forward to see what Coach had made.
There was no castle.
Instead there was 'C + W' encased in a heart. He looked up at me and smiled, clearly proud of his work. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. The fact this giant of a man had proven to be funny, sensitive and also a little childish, never taking himself too seriously, was starting to impress me.
"You know my name doesn't start with a 'W' right?" I scoffed.
"Sure it does." He winked well aware I wasn't willing to argue further.
"Fiiinneee" I let out in fake exasperation, throwing my head back to mirror his apparent immaturity.
"It's crowded here, let's go for a walk up the beach." His hand reached out waiting for me to grab it.
I walked straight by him, he didn't bother turning to face me but I could tell his face would have a look of confusion with a slight tinge of hurt. It bought me enough time to throw myself onto his back, my legs once again wrapping firmly around his waist.
"Come on then we haven't got all day." I chastised.
His posture straightened as he laughed.
"You've got it!" He said before starting into a run.
The fact he was running on sand, which is hard enough, while carrying me and he didn't seem to be breaking a sweat was yet another thing to add to my list of things he does to impress me.
He continued running until I could feel his deep breaths rattling against my legs but he didn't slow down. It was only when we were completely alone that he stopped. He lowered me down gently as I felt the crunch from the sand beneath me. He turned to face me, his cheeks flushed and a bead of sweat ran down from his forehead. I'm surprised it didn't freeze instantly. I grabbed the sleeve of my jumper and poked it out from my coat to wipe away his sweat. I stopped for a second when I realised what I had done and regretted it almost instantly when I saw Coach's reaction. He looked so smug.
"You're adorable when you're embarrassed you know?"
I tried to make my face look as angry as possible.
"How about when I'm furious?!" I laughed as I turned away from him to view the sea.
I was staring out at the majestic waves that were lapping at the inky black beach when I felt Coach's hands reach around my side and settle on my stomach.
"I'm really glad you came to Iceland you know?"
A shiver ran up my spine, his sudden bursts of genuine affection still surprised me.
"So am I." I felt his smile grow against my neck. "I wouldn't have seen the cool waterfalls if I hadn't." I couldn't help but smirk, I knew my teasing didn't cover how I was actually feeling but it felt good to pick on him a little too.
He loosened his arms from around me and used my hips to spin me around so I was facing him.
"You're also really glad you met me." He looked so sure for a second and then faltered. "Right?" His eyes moving left and right trying to gauge my reaction.
I didn't answer, not verbally anyway. I placed one hand on his lower back and the other on the back of his head, I tried to pull him towards me but just ended up pulling myself towards him. I carried on regardless.
My lips opened slightly as I pulled gently on his bottom lip. His lips parted as he smiled, I tilted my head as our tongues pushed gently against each other.
I could feel him growing hard against my leg, and I was guilty of growing firm too.
Suddenly I found myself being spun around and pushed away from the sea, Coach landing on top of me. My eyes wide with confusion and a hint of fear.
"I'm sorry. I thought I heard a wave getting close. You have to be careful, the waves are sneaky on this beach."
"Sneaky waves? Like a sneaky guy using 'sneaky waves' as an excuse to get on top of me?"
He was holding himself above me with his strong arms and slowly pulled himself down as if coming down from a push up. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips and I quivered. If we weren't in a public place I would have happily ripped his clothes off without a second thought.
Gentle shouts wafted towards us on the salty sea air. We turned our heads towards the large basalt columns and saw the rest of the tour group waving their arms in the air. I groaned as my face flashed red, I forced my head into Coach's chest. I was mortified. Hopefully they couldn't tell that he was on top of me, well...in between my legs.
"Guess it's time for the last stop!" Coach sat up, still planted between my legs, he put his hand out and hoisted me up. He planted another kiss on my lips before getting to his feet. I'm sure he purposely positioned himself because when he stood up his crotch was directly in front of my face, his erection clearly visible as it pressed against his jeans. I'm pretty sure I could have hoisted myself up with it. I chuckled at the thought.
"Are you seriously giggling at my dick?"
I looked up and my face returned to the bright red that had only just dissipated.
"No....I was just imaging something....it was dumb.."
"Oh..imagining huh? So what do you want to do to it?" He grabbed it at the base forcing the fabric to cling tightly to it which only further stood to show how impressive it was both in length and girth.
"Put it away! We need to go back to the coach!"
He had that wicked glint in his eye as he bit his bottom lip.
I knew he wanted me there and then, I couldn't let him know I wanted him to.
I stood up and quickly dusted the jet black sand off the back of my jeans. As I went to walk away I felt Coach grab my hand and follow along.
As we sat in our seats I realised how damp my jeans were from the beach, my legs cold and uncomfortable.
"My jeans are soaked." I sounded way more dramatic than I intended. Coach looked at me, his eyes filled with hunger.
"Take them off then."
I paused for a second before turning the conversation to what we had done that morning, trying to take his mind off of whatever thoughts had gotten him hot and bothered.
We stepped off of the coach and entered the final stop for the day, Skogar museum. I wondered why we hadn't visited this when we were at the falls but maybe there was a reason they had left it until last.
