He led us to our room, and he waited as Emma unlocked the door and held it open for him. He remained silent as he unloaded our luggage from a cart and placed them in front of a massive bed. Emma slipped a bill into his hand just before she closed the door behind him.
I took a minute just to look around the room. I had only stayed in a few hotels before, and they had been nothing like this. I had expected a bedroom and a bathroom, but this was so much more. It had a living room, complete with a couch, chairs, and television. Our bed was positioned next to a massive window that took up the entire wall. We were high enough that I could see London for miles below us. It was beautiful.
“Alone at last,” Emma said as she dropped face-first onto the bed.
“I’m exhausted,” I groaned as I sat down beside her.
I started rubbing small circles across her back. Her muscles were tight, and I tried to get her to relax as I continued to rub.
“Why are you so tense?” I asked.
“I’m not,” she lied.
“Emma, you are.”
“I don’t know. It must be from sitting on the plane all day.” “Yeah, that must be it,” I said skeptically.
I still had no idea what was on her mind, but I was hoping that she would tell me now that we were away from everyone.
“You know that you can talk to me about anything, right?” I asked.
She rolled over and smiled. “I know.”
“Good. I just wanted to make sure you knew that.”
I leaned down to kiss her, but she sat up and scooted away from me.
“I need a shower. Traveling makes me feel icky.”
“A shower sounds good.” I grinned, hoping she would invite me to go with her. “Do you need any help? I’ll be glad to offer my assistance if you do.”
She laughed. “Sure, why not? But you’re only washing me.”
“I can behave.”
“We’ll see.” She unzipped one of her bags to pull out her toiletries and a pair of pajamas.
I did the same and followed her into the bathroom. She slipped out of the sweatpants and T-shirt that she’d worn on the plane and threw them down on the floor. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, but I put my hands over hers.
“I’ve got it,” I murmured.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
I unsnapped it and pushed the straps down her arms until it fell to the floor in front of her. She shimmied out of her boy shorts, and I took off my shoes and peeled off my shirt and pants. My boxers went next, and then we were both fully naked, inches away from each other. When I ran my fingertips across her shoulders, she shivered.
“I thought you were going to behave.”
I grinned as I let my hands fall to my sides. “Sorry. I forgot.” “Sure you did.” She stepped forward and turned on the water.
As she walked into the mist, I followed.
“I’ll wash you, and then you can wash me,” I told her as I grabbed a washcloth and her body wash.
“I don’t think that classifies as behaving.”
“Sure it does. I’m just going to wash you.”
She remained silent as I wet the washcloth and squirted her body wash onto it. I started by running it across her neck before slowly making my way down to her nipples. Her breath hitched as I made circling motions around them. I ran the cloth between her breasts and then down her stomach. Just before I reached her hips, I came back up and started washing the top of her back. Again, I slowly made my way down until I was running the cloth across her bottom. She was trying to keep her breathing steady, but I could see how much effort she was putting into it. I ran the cloth across her arms before rinsing it out and setting it down.
“Done already?” she asked.
“Nope. I just wanted to wash your hair before I finished.”
I grabbed her shampoo and poured some of it into my hands. I started running my hands through her hair until I was satisfied. She held her head under the spray to wash the shampoo out as I picked the cloth back up.
“Almost done,” I told her.
I ran the cloth across her hips quickly before putting it between her legs.
She grabbed the rail as I rubbed her clit with the cloth.
“This isn’t behaving,” she moaned.
I grinned as I suddenly pulled the cloth away. “Sure it is. I’m done already. Now, it’s your turn.”
She gave me a wicked smile as she grabbed my shampoo and started massaging it through my hair. I closed my eyes and relaxed as her fingers massaged my scalp.
“Rinse your hair,” she ordered.
I did as she’d said. As soon as I finished, she grabbed a new washcloth and started washing me. She used the same teasing method that I’d done to her. She started at my neck and worked her way down my chest. She took her time as she circled my nipples and then further down. I expected her to stop when she reached my hips, but she didn’t. Instead, she dropped the cloth and used her hands to wash my shaft. I moaned as she slowly stroked me.
“Now, who isn’t behaving?” I groaned.