"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.
He abandoned my breasts completely and his hands came to the waistband of my yoga pants, pulling them down with him as he bent to his knees in front of me. My hands found his hair and I looked down at him as he lifted one foot after the other, freeing me from the rest of my clothes.
"God, I missed you," he said as he pressed his cheek into my belly, hugging me around my waist. He breathed deeply and I could feel the swishing of his breath against my skin every time he exhaled. I reached down the back of his neck and grabbed his shirt, urging him to lean away so I could tug it off of him. From where I stood above him, I could see all of his shoulder muscles flexing as he pulled the shirt from his arms. His biceps came into view and then his forearms.
"What have you been doing on the farm, Asher? You're even bigger than you were before you left, which is impressive."
"A lot of throwing hay bales and working off all my sexual frustration," he groaned. His hands wandered around the sides of my body, kneading my soft skin as he went along. "This has been the first time we've been away from each other since the first time we had sex, Bit. I wasn't prepared to deal with how much I would miss you, how much my body would miss you. I've been doing a lot of push-ups and crunches, just trying to exhaust myself into not wanting you anymore." He gently kissed my belly-button. "It never really works; I always still want you. I just fall asleep a little easier when I can't move a muscle." His hands were on my backside for a moment and he gave both cheeks a squeeze with an audible groan. He pulled his hands back to my waist and gently urged me back to lean against the counter.
I felt the cold countertop against my ass and his warm hands moving along my body still. His right hand moved down my leg and cupped my calf. He looked up into my eyes as he pulled my leg up so that the back of my knee rested on his shoulder, the bottom half of my leg folding over onto his back. I bit my lip as I saw his eyes wander to my center and I felt slightly insecure knowing how exposed I was at the moment. There was nothing to hide from him in this position. No way for him not to see all of me.
"You're so beautiful," he said as he ran his hands along the juncture where my legs met my hips, his touch teasing me.
In a moment of pure bravery I asked, "What do I look like?" I wondered what he saw when he looked at me, how he saw me.
I saw him seriously considering my question, taking time to think about his answer. "You look pink, different shades of pink. Some darker and some lighter." I felt his thumbs touch me, spread me wider and I gasped. Just the contact had me reeling. "You look warm, Babe. Snug. Dark. Beautiful." I tried to breathe steadily, but each breath got lost in the next and all I knew is the burning in my lungs matched the heat of my center. "You look wet, Bit." My head rolled back and I was glad for the counter to lean on because I'm sure I would have crumpled to the floor without it. "You look like you're mine," he rasped just before his tongue caressed me from bottom to top.
My entire body shook from the immense pleasure. One touch from him was all it took to send me away into a state of bliss. He kissed me tenderly, using his fingers to tease me and spread me. His tongue found my clit and took quick and furious swipes over it, causing me to cry out.