Page 12 of Sailor's Delight
Trey could feel Jenn’s heart hammering in her chest in his hand, beneath her breast.
“Please, just don’t make me wait any longer,” Jenn groaned breathlessly.
Trey’s determination crumbled, and he found himself wanting to give in, wanting to forgo the plan, call off the whole thing, and just give Jenn what she wanted tonight.
Without fully realizing it, Trey found himself nodding in agreement.
It was all the encouragement Jenn needed. She leaped up from the lounger, catching her sandals through the straps at the heels on two fingers, and seized Trey’s hand with her other hand.
Trey couldn't help but let himself be swept up in her fervor, pushing himself to his feet and following after her as she ran barefoot along the deck, sandals and breasts bouncing as she went.
When they reached the elevator bank, Jenn tapped the button, her grip on Trey’s hand tightening in proportion to her rising impatience. When one of them dinged, the arrow above it lighting up, Jenn began to rush forward toward the opening doors, but stopped when a group of three sunbathers moved toward it. Trey heard her swear under breath, then say, too loud, “No problem, we’ll get the next one.”
“Are you sure? There’s plenty of room!” one of the young women called out helpfully.
“We’ll get the next one, thanks!”
The girls stared out of the closing doors, and Trey shrugged, smiling awkwardly. Their giggles were cut off by the closing doors.
As soon as they heard the lift begin moving, Jenn began her feverish tapping of the call button, muttering repeatedly to herself, “Come on, come on.”
“Hey, what’s your rush?” Trey tried to laugh, but it turned into a yell as Jenn yanked him toward the ding of the next arriving elevator. The doors opened, and Jenn surged forward then nearly tripped over herself as a small group filed off.
Trey tried to smile, knowing the disembarking passengers were receiving no such nicetie from Jenn. When the last person had left the car, Jenn darted in, yanking Trey in with her, then turned and rushed to push the “12” button, then the door close button as if her life depended on it.
“Can you hold the elevator?” a voice called from out of sight in the hallway.
“Oh, shoot, I don’t know how to do that! Plus, I had a lot to eat today; it might not hold us all, sorry!” Jenn lied as the doors closed.
The moment they sealed, Jenn turned to Trey, pushed him up against the back wall, and pulled his face down to hers.
Her tongue searched for his with an intensity that threatened to take Trey’s breath away. He found his body responding nearly of its own volition. He did want her, maybeeven as much as she wanted him. His hands sought out the smoothness of her neck, then slid slowly to her chest, pushing tentatively beneath the fabric of her romper to caress her lightly, tracing her collarbones their full length out to the softness of her shoulders.
Jenn shivered beneath his fingertips, pulling away from his lips momentarily to gasp, catch her breath, and begin to untuck his white linen shirt from his pants, fumbling with the buttons. Trey kissed the top of her head, exhaling loudly between kisses.
All too soon, the elevator dinged. They scrambled apart, straightening shirts and hair, but the hallway was empty.
“Come on,” Jenn gasped, pulling Trey out of the lift. They only got as far as the junction of the hallway before Jenn turned around, pulling Trey’s arms around her back and leaping to wrap her legs around his waist, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Trey responded in kind, squeezing her ass and pulling her tighter against his waist, feeling the curving softness of her chest push against his own, her heart throbbing behind it as they stumbled down the hallway.
Trey could barely focus as he lurched down the hall, Jenn beginning to unbutton his shirt and kissing his chest as it became exposed.
He stumbled against a door, and Jenn reached for her key, this time tucked in the tiny pocket on the back of the romper. She flicked the card in the reader, only to have the device give a short buzz and flash a tiny red light.
“Ugh! Come on.” Jenn tried again, still clasping Trey tightly with her legs as he kissed her neck, sliding toward her chest.
The lock gave another buzz and flash of error, just as the door opened.
Trey surged upright and heard Jenn gasp as her feet unlatched and she dropped unsteadily to the floor.
Together, they exchanged surprised looks with the young man holding the door in uncomfortable shock.
“I think you have the wrong room,” he mumbled, looking at the floor.
Trey glanced across the hall. His room, 12360. The number on the open door: 12361. He’d miscounted.
“I am so sorry—,” Trey began.