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THEY FINISHED BREAKFAST and checked into the hotel in less than twenty minutes. As they both jogged back to the car to grab their bags, Elijah joked, “Isn’t there a saying about waiting thirty minutes after you eat?”
“That’s only for swimming.” She waved her hand and threw her bag over her shoulder. “If you get a cramp, I’m pretty sure I can make it go away.”
Elijah didn’t need any more encouragement. He grabbed her hand and raced them back inside. “We’re on the fourth floor. Let’s take the stairs.” He pushed the stairwell’s fire door open and Charity ducked under his arm, rushing past him and taking the stairs two at a time.
They were out of breath from laughing by the time they reached the fourth floor. As luck would have it, their room was the first one they passed.
Elijah unlocked the room and threw his bag inside without looking. He held the door open for her and grabbed her derriere as she passed him. The room had a stunning view of the ocean and beach with a spectacular living room area. Charity had a feeling the bedroom had the same stunning view. The tinted windows were a pretty good clue that they could see out but people on the beach wouldn’t be able to see in. She stepped over his bag and laughed. “I’m not picking that up for you.”
He hopped over it and wrapped his arms around her. “I wouldn’t think of it.” He kissed her hard. “I have no idea... what you do to me...” he said between kisses. “You create this fire inside –”
She pressed her finger to his lips and didn’t let him finish. “I know,” she whispered, pulling him toward the bedroom. She kissed him and gently pushed him onto the beautiful canopy king-size bed. She fell with him and straddled him, loving the sensation of his body rubbing between her legs. Her thin skirt offered little resistance and sent shocking thrills inside her. “Give me a moment to freshen up.”
“You don’t need it.” He pulled her back to his chest when she sat up.
“I just ate a massive egg breakfast. I need to brush my teeth.”
“Who cares? I ate the same thing.” He reached for her again.
She playfully swatted his hands away. “Then you need to brush yours as well.”
He groaned. “Fine. If I’m going to brush my teeth, I’m jumping in the shower as well.” He grabbed her arm and playfully pulled her toward the bathroom. “Why don’t you come with me?”
Charity resisted but with little force. The bathroom had a Jacuzzi tub and a gorgeous large shower. When Elijah began opening the glass door, she began fighting harder out of his grasp. “There is no way you are tossing me in there, clothes on.” She giggled despite the sound of rushing water spraying behind her.
They wrestled back and forth. Charity realized she was going in. She couldn’t get past him no matter how hard she play-fought against him. With both hands, she reached for his shirt and stepped back hard, forcing him along with her.
Water sprayed across the side of her head and over her chest. She fell back against the wall and burst into laughter when Elijah hit the shower’s spray of water head on; right in his face, and clothes. She held his shirt as tight as she could and he was stuck. The door swung shut and he had nowhere to go. In a matter of seconds he was completely soaked by the power jet stream.
He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. His wet shirt clung to him but he made no effort to turn the water off. Instead, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting the water wash over his face.
A flush of heat filled Charity. She tugged on his shirt and he willingly stepped toward her, his eyes focussed on her lips. He brought his down against hers in one crushing motion and kissed her hard.
The warm water seemed to intensify the heat inside of her. Charity tugged at his shirt, eager to run her hands over his wet chest and back. They struggled a moment with each other’s tops, which clung to their skin. Elijah dropped them on the ground and kicked them in the corner so they wouldn’t block the drain. His fingers traced down the strap of her bra and then over the cup of her breast.
Her breathing quickened and she knew it sounded like she was panting. She didn’t care. All she felt was the primal need to be as physically close to him as possible. She wanted him inside of her, hard and throbbing. Part of her couldn’t believe the wanton woman inside and the other part told her to shut up and focus on where Elijah’s lips and tongue were burning a trail of desire down her chest and stomach.
He licked her belly button and she giggled, her hands automatically placing themselves strategically by his ears. He knelt down and with swift fingers pulled down her skirt, keeping her thong perfectly in place. Her eyes closed tight and her head fell back to lean against the wall. He kissed her tattoo and she moaned when she didn’t feel his hot breath pressed against her again. She glanced down at him through slightly open eyes. Water continued to splash and tease her skin.
Elijah’s eyes travelled hungrily up and down her body. His teeth bit into his lower lip as he admired her.
Her fingers still against his skull, she pulled him toward her so he would use his mouth again. She couldn’t believe her boldness, but the desire deep inside her belly controlled her actions.
Elijah did not resist. His lips brushed against the thin black lace material of her thong and she cried out in pleasure. His right hand ran down her thigh and pressed against the back of her knee. Effortlessly he lifted her leg, giving him deeper access to her heated center.
She gasped when his tongue ran over the thin material of her wet thong and against her own wetness. She thought: I’m going to die. Right here, right now. If he doesn’t come inside of me now, I’m going to die.
Elijah pulled her thong to the side with his free hand and pressed his tongue inside of her. When he began licking and sucking her, she could only focus on the flicking of his tongue against her.
She came quickly, her stomach tightening and trembling as he pressed his finger inside of her and continued working magic with his tongue. Slowly coming back down from the high of her climax, she realized her hands had curled into fists grabbing his hair and she forced his head tight against her. She quickly dropped her hands and ran them over his shoulders.
Elijah stood and let the water cascade over his face. At the same time he gently let her leg back down and struggled a moment to get out of his pants.
His erection stood full as his black boxer-briefs slid down his legs. He stepped out of his clothes and kicked them over to the side as well. His hands came around her hips and lifted her.
The full length of him entered her easily as he lowered her tight against him. She wrapped her legs around him and clasped her ankles tightly together. He grunted as he struggled to hold her and his desire so firmly tucked deep inside her.
The water didn’t provide any help. In movies everything looked romantic and perfect. Here, her ankles kept slipping apart and the slate wall of the shower offered absolutely zero support. She tried pressing her forearms on the top of Elijah’s shoulders for support but her boney elbows dug and slipped against his muscles.
In one swift motion he pulled out, set her down, and flipped her around as his arm wrapped around her lower stomach and hips. The pressure bent her forward a little. He lifted her slightly the moment her hands touched the wall to steady her. She panted as he entered her again, sliding in and pressing far inside her.
His one hand rested against her buttocks, his nails gripping into her skin as his fingers curled. Charity rotated her hips to allow him deeper access into her core. She moved against him, faster and harder as she tried to sedate the burning need inside of her. Her back arched and Elijah swore under his breath as his rhythmic motion moved at a galloping speed. He thrust himself deep into her and shuddered as he fell against her, nuzzling his face into her wet hair and neck.
They stood tied together as the water fell and their hearts returned to their normal beating. She turned around slowly and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders as his found their way around her hips. He jerked her tight into him and she felt him grin against her neck as he kissed it. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this.” He turned them so the hot water cascaded down her back.
She dropped her head to give him more access to her neck and the water fell against her scalp, pushing her hair back with its wet weight.
Elijah took the movement as an invitation to play with her breasts. With one arm he held her waist and the other moved so his hand could hold her breast, strategically placing the nipple within tongue’s reach of his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it, his tongue flickering back and forth over it before he pursed his lips and sucked hard.
Charity’s mouth fell open as she tried to remember to breathe. She reached for the wall behind her for support and brushed the handle. Cold water cascaded down her back and she jumped to the side to avoid it as she cried out.
Elijah got the full brunt of the cold water on his face and chest. He stepped back in surprise.
