The Space Between Us(50)
“How long am I staying?”
“Your plane home leaves in four days,” he said with a smile. “So, two days here and two days on the farm. Is that ok?”
“Yeah.” It was the best birthday present ever.
“Great. Let’s go inside,” he said while his eyes glimmered with excitement. He nearly dragged me all the way to the elevator once we were inside the lobby.
“Don’t we have to check in?” I asked as he pressed the call button no less than forty times, as he eagerly watched the doors, waiting for them to open.
“I checked in before I picked you up. Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got it all covered.” The doors to the elevator slid open and I was hauled in. I assumed the elevator was empty but had no way to be completely sure because Asher had my back pressed up against the far wall before the doors even shut completely.
His hands roamed down my waist, over my hips, and slid back over my ass. His mouth was on my neck and I couldn’t help but grip the hair at the nape of his neck.
“I’ve missed you so much, Bit. I think this has been the worst summer yet,” he said through garbled words mumbled against the sensitive skin of my collarbone. His hands swiftly came around to my front and slid between my flesh and the fabric of my shirt. He cupped my breasts over my bra and I gasped as his thumbs teased my nipples aching for more attention.
“I missed you too. But I don’t, oh...” His fingers applied more pressure to my breasts and sent spikes of pleasure throughout my body. “But, oh god, I don’t think I realized how much until right now.” Our lips found each other and the kiss devoured us. Suddenly Asher was pulling away and I was abandoned in my state of acute arousal, left cold. My eyes opened just as the doors to the elevator were opening. A couple, about mid-fifties, stood on the other side of the threshold and by the looks on their faces Asher hadn’t pulled away quick enough to conceal what we were doing.
The four of us stood staring at each other for what seemed like a millennia, but eventually the woman cleared her throat and mustered a quiet, “We’ll just wait for the next elevator.” Asher stealthily moved forward to hit the button to close the doors and I watched with complete embarrassment as their faces disappeared behind the mirrored plates of the elevator doors.
“I can’t even believe that just happened,” I said as I rubbed my hand up and down my face, feeling the burn of my red face against my hand. Then I heard the distinct sounds of Asher laughing. “What is so funny?” I didn’t find it amusing. It was embarrassing. “Asher!” He was gasping for air, he was laughing so hard. His finally bent down to rest his hands on his knees, trying to regulate his breathing.
“Babe, their faces. I’ll never forget the look on that woman’s face!” He started laughing all over again.
“She’s probably never walked in on anyone mid-coitus in an elevator before,” I said, exasperated.
“Bit, we were fully clothed. If anything, she saw you getting felt up. No nudity involved. Coitus interuptus. He’s probably gonna get lucky tonight thanks to us.” I studied his face, as red as mine but not from humiliation, from laughter. He looked young and happy. And he was mostly right. We were young and in love. So what if someone caught us making out? It might have been a hard-core make out session, but whatever. The doors opened again and Asher took my hand. “This is us.”
The room he led us to was beautiful. I hadn’t stayed in many hotels before, but I liked what I saw in this one. There was an enormous king-sized bed in the middle of the room, draped with a deep, royal purple comforter that looked like it swallowed a fluffy cloud. There were pillows to the point of excess and one very comfortable-looking chaise lounge near a balcony plush with greenery. I nearly raced to the bathroom to see the bathtub.
“Oh my goodness, Asher. There is a tub in here that would fit five very large, grown men. I might spend all two days in this very tub.”
“Not all two days I hope,” I felt his words as he came up behind me and rested his jaw on my shoulder.
I spun around and looked him in the eye. “Well, what else would I do with my time?” His answer was to lift my shirt over my head. I tried to hide my smile but it was hopeless. The smile, however, went away on its own when I saw the look in his eyes. His gray eyes were even darker than normal and my belly flopped at the thought of what that meant. He wanted me. It had been over a month since we’d been together and I felt the familiar ache take up residence between my legs.
He ran the back of his hand down the skin of my shoulder, continuing own my arm. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the skin of the top of my shoulder.
“Your skin is so soft.” He moved open-mouthed kisses up the slope of my neck, making me shudder.
“You spent a lot of money for me to get pampered at a spa. They paid a lot of attention to my skin.” I tried to remain calm as his mouth moved behind my ear, as his hands roamed my back, unclasping my bra.
“You thought I was doing it all for you, to surprise you for your birthday.” He pulled away, letting my bra fall to the ground at our feet. His mouth resumed its work on my collarbone, kissing in between words. “It partly was for you, to make you feel good. But it was mostly for me. Thinking about how you’d feel under my hands, how you’d smell after I got your clothes off, how relaxed you’d be for me. That’s really why I sent you there.” I closed my eyes as I felt his lips envelop the tip of my breast, covering my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. As he worked one nipple with his lips and teeth, his hand covered my other breast. He palmed its fullness and gently tugged my nipple until it puckered and pebbled. His mouth left my breast and I moaned when the cool air hit the nipple he left wet and painfully hard. He continued kissing down my stomach and I felt my knees shake, the sensations flooding through my body coupled with the anticipation of everything yet to come, making me unstable.