“What’re you wearing?”
She laughed. “I’ve been dying all day for you to ask me that.”
“Come see me.”
“I can’t “
“You won’t”
“I really want to, but I’ve got to go. I’ll be late for my flight.” She sighed heavily.
“I’d make it worth your while.” He purred into her ear.
“I know you would.”
She left thinking of him; missing him. The long flight didn’t help. She travelled for what seemed like days. By the time she finally reached the hotel and got up to her room, her eyes were burning, the tug of loneliness weighing her down more than her luggage. But she was asleep before she hit the pillow so he didn’t seem so far away in her dreams.
She enjoyed her friends. They shopped a little, walked a lot; eating, drinking and laughing even more. She was glad she’d come though his face, his touch and his voice echoed inside her. She missed him terribly. With only a couple of nights left, she felt the toll of being out late too many nights in a row. She was drained by the sun and the fruity drinks. She left her girlfriends early for a quiet nap in her room, a shower with the promise to meet them for a late dinner.
She was glad her room had been serviced. She sighed pulling off her swim suit and sauntering to the green marbled bathroom. She stretched wearily and stepped in, feeling the warmth of the water. The billows of steam lulled her until her phone rang. She cursed, vowing to let it go. It rang again. And again. Finally, muttering under her breath she wrapped a towel around her a headed for her bureau.
“Hello.” She grumped, snatching it from its cradle.
“Hey.” He hesitated sensing her irritation.
Instantly her shoulders released. She bit her bottom lip. “Hi.” She smiled catching the slick phone with both hands. Her knees went a little weak.
“NOW what’re you wearing?”
She huffed “Well, Mr. Smarty Pants, I’m in a towel.”
“I know. I heard your shower here in the hall.”
She paused. “Haha. Well, watching me like that is considered stalking Sir.”
“If you open the door, it could make me a guest.”
Silence. She twirled her hair, contemplating. Water skipped down her shoulder. She shivered.
“I wish, Baby.”
There was a knock. She froze.
“Don’t be coy young lady, let me in.” a slower softer knock followed. Closing his phone crisply, he stepped back so she could see him.
Her heart began to pound. She stared at the door, straining her eyes to see through it. Slowly she made her way, sneaking up on it; her breath almost a pant with each step. Gently she opened the door and peeped out. His smile spread eagerly across his face as she gasped, her arms swinging happily around him. She rained kisses and laughter against his neck and shoulder. He hugged her tightly.
“I can't believe you're here!” she almost squealed. “Let me finish up real quick and then tell me how you did this, you sneak.” Her eyes shone brightly and her smile seemed to radiate all the way from her toes. She dashed back to her bathroom still giggling.
He put his things away and mixed a drink from her mini bar. The steam from her shower snaked out across the room. He could smell her soap and hear her singing softly. He wandered in, leaning lazily in the doorway watching her.
Through the frosted glass, her body seemed to move more slowly. Her long hair drank up the rushes of water, spilling them down her back. He loved the way soap pouted along her tan skin and stuttered at the curves of her body. Her hands absently rushed the bubbles around. His body began to heat up. Taking another drink, he tapped at the door.
“Want some company?” he began to unbutton his shirt.
She wiped water from her face and blinked back droplets. “Actually no.” She sputtered through the “rain”.
He stopped.
She quickly turned off the water. “At least not here.” She giggled, kissing him lightly. He preferred the water from her lips to his drink and reached for her.
Teasing his mouth with hers, she stepped out, coaxing him, gently pulling him toward the bedroom while untucking his shirt. In between her barrage of kisses, she whispered how she missed him.
“Show me.” He challenged.
Her eyes sparkled. She began to slowly trace his lips with her tongue and nip along his jaw, nuzzling his neck. Her breath was soft in his ear. Her fingers flipped at his buttons, quickly giving her more of his body to touch and enjoy. She leaned against him to feel as much of him as possible.
“I love your body.” She said against his shoulder, tugging at his pants. She laughed hearing the heavy clunk of his keys hitting the floor. She loved the small shiver she caused as her hands became more aggressive and searching. She gingerly traced the length of him, holding his body in her soft hands.
“I’ve missed you.” Her voice was barely audible.
He swiftly lifted her, her legs wrapping carelessly around him as he hoisted her playfully on to the bed. Now kneeling above her, he watched the flat of her belly quiver with excited breaths. His fingers trailed along her leg, giving chase to the last of the water. She raised up to meet his touch. He watched her close her eyes, loving the way she interlaced their fingers, guiding him. As he touched her, kissed her, her body began to shake in anticipation. His desire grew as she licked her lips and moved with him. It drove him crazy, the way she almost whimpered his name, quietly begging him. His mouth and tongue were urgent along her hips and across her stomach. She arched, gasping when his mouth became more gentle, cautious, kissing her slowly, enjoying every moan and twist of her body. Her breath quickened. He saw her clutch the sheets. He felt her muscles tightened, her back arching. He did not stop, he continued to taste her pleasure relishing her hunger and want for him.
“I love the way you touch me.” She softly moaned.
She scissored her legs, rolling him on to his back. Her breath was jagged, her cheeks flushed with passion. She dropped her head to kiss his chest. He stroked her hair. Her tongue was warm, her mouth eager as she explored the shape of him. His toes curled and although he wanted to see her. He shut his eyes so he could feel the heat of her mouth and the movement of her body. He groaned quietly. She sat up, her knees on either side of him, her body warm and tight. He reached for her hips to move her. Her wet hair hung recklessly in her face clinging to her shoulders.
“Is this what you want?” he asked pushing against her, his own breath becoming a heated pant.
“Oh God, yes.” She whispered. Her body began to push back, rolling just slightly as she moved to feel more of him. She took his hands and ran them along her ribs up under her breasts, kissing each finger.
The fire began slowly in his knees scrambling under his skin. He grabbed at her. At that instant she gasped, her own passion igniting and sending her to the brink of tears. His body nothing short of perfect for her. She collapsed above him still feeling the surge of their ecstasy. She kissed his face, her body remaining coiled around him. He held her, sweat tingling along his scalp. Their breath slowed. Their touch became softer, less hungry. She shifted to lie next to him, running her hand lovingly along his ribs. He huffed a quiet laugh and twisted under her light touch.
“Dinner with the girls?” he asked kissing the top of her head.
She reached for the phone. “Room service.”
May your heart thump this weekend. ;) Thanks for visiting. Hope to see you soon.
I also wanted to thank everyone for the emails, comments and encouragement (anonymous and named). I appreciate the time you take to spend with me; truly.
