Page 56 of Becoming His Muse
Elion walked into the bathroom and removed his boxers before stepping into the shower. The water was already at the perfect temperature. He grabbed his loofah and shower gel he’d placed on one of the shelves earlier in the day.
He showered before turning the water off and stepped out, grabbed a towel, and dried off before wrapping it around his waist. He grabbed a second one before returning to the bedroom to find Olani in a yellow two-piece swimsuit—the color contrasted with her smooth skin.
He grabbed the trunks off the bed and slipped them on, placing the towel he’d worn on the dresser. She grabbed her phone, and they walked outside. He put the towel on the lounge chair closest to the hot tub while she started a playlist and set her phone on the table. He helped her in, getting in after her and sitting across from her.
They listened to the soft music and the sounds of the water coming in for a while in silence. It was peaceful and serene, and they enjoyed being in each other’s company.
“You’re so far away,” Olani stated, breaking the silence.
“Let me fix that then, Sweetheart.”
He moved in front of her, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her to him, turning them and sitting where she’d been initially as she straddled him.
“Better?” he asked, leaning forward, lips millimeters apart.
She nipped his lower lip. “Much,” she whispered against them before kissing him.
Her hands cupped the sides of his neck as their tongues moved together. Their kiss was slow, like the soft soul that played from her phone. Elion wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, leaving no room between them.
They kissed for several long minutes, pausing here and there for him to run his tongue along her lips, for her to nip at his before they were kissing slowly again. Her lower half rocked against his, waking his dick, and he had planned for them to stay in longer, but the way she was moving had him saying fuck it. They’d be there for seven days. They had plenty of time to enjoy it.
“Sweetheart. I think I’ll have that cookie now,” he spoke against her lips.
“I’ll let you have it if you promise to eat it slowly.”
Elion bit her lower lip. “I plan to eat it all night.”
“Show me,” she whispered against his lips before pushing away from him.
He watched her get out, grab the towel, and dry off a bit before grabbing her phone. His eyes dropped to the sway of her hips and ass, and it was only a few seconds later he was out, turning off the hot tub and grabbing the towel.
He ran it over himself as he stepped inside in time to watch her drop her top to the floor. It was good that he had made no plans early in the morning for them. They’d be up all night.
23
Olani danced around Elion with a laugh as she continued to run away from him. They were on the third day of their trip and decided to have fun on the beach. They’d gotten dressed in beachwear, and the first thing on the agenda had been to build some beach sculptures. She’d made the standard bucket castle using a few shells she’d found along the waterline to decorate it.
He had been molding what looked like a little neighborhood. When he’d gone to get more water and returned, he’d ruined her basic little castle. He hadn’t meant to. The handle on the bucket he was carrying the water in broke and wasted not only on her castle but his neighborhood as well. She’d feigned irritation and picked up some sand, throwing it at his chest. She couldn’t hold her laughter and barely got to her feet as he lunged playfully at her.
Now, he was chasing her in circles along the water’s edge as it swept in and out. Olani had been doing a great job of dodging him, and she couldn’t stop laughing. Finally, when she faked left but went right, he didn’t fall for it. Elion grabbed her around the waist and spun her around, pulling more laughter from her.
When he placed her on her feet, she turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck as she smiled at him.
“That gorgeous smile,” he stated, before dropping a kiss on her lips. “Should we try to resurrect your castle?”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t think there’s any saving it. We can play with the frisbee instead if you want.”
“I’ve told you before we can do whatever you want to, Sweetheart. At this point, I think you like to hear me say it,” he teased her.
“That might be true,” she teased back.
He released her, and Olani grabbed the frisbee out of the bag with a few other things they’d gotten at the shop near their hut. She put some distance between them before flinging the frisbee in his direction. She wasn’t worried about them disturbing someone since they were behind their hut, and the one beside them wasn’t occupied. She’d learned that the section of the beach on which the four huts were built was private.
Elion sent the frisbee back to her, and Olani reached out and caught it, doing a dramatic spin for effect, which caused him to laugh. They continued tossing it back and forth, and the wind picked up after several minutes on a toss back to her. The wind sent the frisbee array, and it landed on the sloped section of the roof of their hut.
“Crap,” she mumbled as she walked over to look up at it. “Eek!”
She was caught by surprise as he bent, his head slipping through her legs. She reached for his hands as a reflex while he stood, her atop his shoulders.
