Emmerson & The Guardian

Hotel Showers

        We drive for about 30 minutes until we come up to a Holiday Inn.  Blaze glides into the parking spot and slams the break so we both fly forward.  Thank heavens for seat belts.  He opens his door and gets out of the car with ease.  He pushes a button on the key fob to open the trunk.  I clamber out of the car and head for the trunk.  I feel an intense heated emotion, and as I look up from under my eyelashes- I see he is gazing at me.  Heated raw emotion turning his chocolate eyes into molten pools of syrup.  He has feelings for me…  “Or at least he wants to bury himself inside you” I blush at what my subconscious had the audacity to say…

        The trunk finally opens, and he sets my luggage on the concrete.  I notice his black duffel bag-- I reach for it, and he does too.  Our fingertips touch.  Immediately our eyes lock, and an electric current spread from the point of contact all over my body.  Up my left arm straight to the top of my head.  Down into the depths of my belly, and finally down to the apex of my thighs.   We both look up shocked and, in this moment, I realize he felt it too.  He breaks eye contact and stiffens.  He clears his throat- grabs his duffel bag- and almost runs towards the entrance.  But I can see him adjusting himself down there as he runs from me and I can’t help the smile on my lips.

        After what Blaze told me about Freddie earlier, I wanted to be furious at everything.  The whole world and everyone on it.  But It’s no one’s fault but my own.  I married Freddie without knowing him well enough, so if I want to be mad at anyone other than Freddie, I can only be mad at myself.  “Yet here we are getting involved with someone else we don’t know.”  But it’s like I do know him.  I know him in my soul.  The electrical current our fingers produced was.  But my subconscious is right, I have to know more about Blaze before I get to South Carolina. 

        I grab my suitcase and closing the trunk I follow behind admiring the view.  “If only he didn’t have that jacket on… We can get to know him in other ways before we “get to know him” can’t we?”  My inner vixen is awakened from what feels like a century long hibernation.  

        A young girl maybe 21 sits leisurely on a barstool popping her gum and twirling a tendril of hair that escaped her ponytail.  She hops off the stool and leans over the counter showing off her cleavage when she catches a glimpse of Blaze.  He made it through the electric sliding doors before I made it out of the lot so she assumes he’s alone no doubt.  “Hmmmm….Is he single?  I didn’t notice a ring…maybe he’s got a girlfriend.  Maybe not. Maybe he is single!”  This demon that has awoken is going to get me in trouble.  I bite my lip to keep from drooling.  I glide in through the electric doors half a minute after Blaze, and as the doors fly open a gust of air to blows my hair all around my face.  I blow it out of my face and brush it back in place with my hand.  The young girl’s melancholy is tangible- even if you can’t feel emotions once she sees me walk up to stand next to Blaze.  Her name tag reads Sam.

“Sam.  We would like two rooms with king sized beds.”  I almost collapse onto the floor into a thousand tiny pieces as he says the word “two”.  “You can’t stay in a room with this ‘Man’- you are a married woman!”  My subconscious snarls.  “Sure you can…you don’t even love Freddie…”  I have an angel on my right shoulder telling me to do the honorable thing, and a devil on the other that has a direct line to my libido.  

        Sam perks up when she hears we would like separate rooms.  “Ok let me check availability.”  Her face falls after punching a few buttons on the keyboard.  “We only have one room left for the evening, and it has a king.  Y’all want it??”

        Blaze gazes down at me with wonder.  I can feel a strong electric current fill the space between us.  Without breaking eye contact I nod.  A shy yet seductive smile grazes his lips.  

“There’s a convention in town so we are pretty full.”

        Her words make Blaze break eye contact with me and turn to face her.  Damnit, Sam.  We were having a moment!  Blaze fishes out a black American Express from his wallet and pays for the room.  Sam hands the credit card back to him and a receipt to sign.  She hands him a card key to the room but holds on to the key for a moment too long making Blaze look up at her again.  He gives her a sweet smile and she melts into a puddle of goo all over the reception counter.  “Hands off slut!”  The vixen is none too pleased with Sam.  “Looks like we are on the 5th floor, lets go.” Blaze says.

         We quickly arrive to the elevator bank, and he punches the button to call the elevator.  We wait.  Finally- ping.  The elevator doors fly open, and 4 men in white coats clamber out of the elevator talking medical jargon.  Must be a medical convention I think to myself.  The door closes behind us and Blaze punches the button for the 5th floor.  The elevator stops on 5 and the doors open.  We walk a short distance down the hall left of the elevator bank before arriving at our room door.

        The hotel is clean, though it has a faint smell of feet.  We stop outside room 524 – he slides the key card in- and the lock blinks green and pings.  The room is quaint.  It has 2 paintings on the wall.   One of just muted colors in abstract designs, and the other of what looks like the Alamo.  We must be close to San Antonio.  How have we traveled so far in just one day?  Oh…the Aston Martin.  “Why weren’t you paying closer attention to the road signs?!”  My subconscious is unusually snippy today.  It’s probably because I’ve gone on a road trip with a man that had every intention of abducting me and dragging me halfway across the country.

            I place my bag on the luggage rack and fall backwards onto the king-sized bed.  It is springy, with little padding.  A cheap comforter with southwestern designs adorns it.  He saunters to the other side of the bed and sits down casually with one leg on the bed while the other is bent resting on the floor.  He turns on the bedside light and reaches for the remote.  The television flickers to life.  A Spanish news reporter is covering a story that I cannot keep up with.  “You speak Spanish?”  I ask.

“Yes.”

“Oh.  What are they covering?”  As I ask a picture of a young girl’s mutilated body flashes across the screen, and then the girls wailing mother crying out for God’s help.  He turns off the TV and places his thumb and middle finger on either temple and gently rubs.  He is in pain.

“What did that to her?”

“A vampire.”  And he looks over at me...

“What is going on…seems all of a sudden they are the center of the media.”  I knew I needed to keep him talking and not myself.

“It’s about time!  They have needed to be brought into the light for a long time.”

“You knew vampires existed…prior to the last few months?”  I ask astonished. 

“Yes, Emmerson, but I don’t want to talk about it.”

            I look away and fidget with my wedding band again.  I clamber to my feet and tip toe over to my suite case.  I unzip the bag and drag out my toiletries and decide I should take a shower to wash away the road trip grime.  I pad lightly into the bathroom and turn on the hot water in the shower.  I peel off my shirt, then kick off my converse.  It feels good to be barefoot finally- I hate wearing shoes.  As I unbutton my jeans and slowly slip them off I hear the spring on the bed as weight releases it’s coil.  I hear a slight tap on the door.  

            I know full well who is at the bathroom door.   On the other side of the door is a beautiful man that I barley know.  A man that looks like he knows his way around the bedroom if you know what I mean.   “Oh, I know what you mean!”  My subconscious is stretching like she is about to do a floor routine at the Olympic games.  A man that hates vampires… but in the pit of my belly, I feel this burning desire, this aching need to touch him.  This is the chance for me to discard the meek Emmerson and leave the good girl behind.  I’m not a virgin, but I am ready to no longer be this husk of myself.  I’m ready.  I decide to open the door.  “FINALLY!”  My vixen is laying on a green velvet settee wearing nothing but a smile.

            As the door glides open Blaze is met with me standing in front of him completely naked.  He stands there for a minute with a glimmer in his eye.  He looks me up and down slowly.  He finally takes a sharp breath of air and puts a hand on either side of the bathroom door before letting it out.    

“Wow.  So it wasn’t just me that’s felt it…”

“No.  It’s not just you, Blaze.”

“Electricity…”we both say in unison.

“You like?”  I gesture to my body.

        His eyes look like they may bulge out of their sockets.  He can’t make words but only a deep swallow followed by a shake of his head.  Seeing him so vulnerable made me to close my eyes and concentrate as my fangs want to extend from my arousal.  When I open my eyes he is standing just inches from me.  He lightly brushes away a strand of hair that has escaped my messy bun.  I reach for the hem of his shirt and look at him for approval before lifting it up.  

"Do whatever you want, Emmerson."  He says in a husky voice.

        I lift his shirt up and he lifts his arms up to help me remove it, then I toss it onto the pile of my dirty clothes.  He smells deliciously intoxicating.  Sweet and manly all in the same breath.  I follow the trail of hair from his belly button down to his button of his jeans with my finger tips.  I place my thumb on the button and loop my index finger behind it to set it free.  As soon as the button is undone his pants fall down and pool around his feet.  I couldn't help but notice his manhood standing at attention staring at me completely erect.  All 11 inches of him, and he wasn't wearing underwear...hot.  Blaze kicked his pants off the res of the way and we just stand there gazing into each others eyes for a few minutes.  

        Blaze reaches for my arm and lightly brushes his fingertips from my wrist up to my shoulder leaving an electrical current in their wake.  Then he grabs me quick and hard and scoops me up just under my behind and I wrap my legs around him.  I grab his face in my hands and I press my mouth to his.  His tongue takes me prisoner again.  He slowly walks us into the steamy shower.  The water feels so good cascading down al over my body.  He is relentless in his passion.  I feel his hands let go of my legs so I unwrap myself from him.  He’s feeling his way up my side and finally his hand is on my breast.  His hands feel magical on my skin leaving electrical currents in their wake.  He is needing and tugging on my n****e gently.  I am about to come undone when he grabs my shoulder and turns me around.  He bends me down into the cascading water.  I look back at him and take my bottom lip between my teethe.  Im aching for his touch again, and it's as if he heard me because he grabs my hips and with one swift thrust he plunges into me hard.

        A hiss escapes my lips as he slowly and deliciously pulls out, and then slams into me again.  He is slow and relentless with his passionate thrusts.  Before long I feel the electrical current so strong that my walls begin to constrict, and a tidal wave flows from my pleasure.  

"Ahhhhhhh, OH God!"  I scream in ecstasy.  I pray the neighbors cannot hear me, but it feels so good that I can't worry about them right now.  Just when I think I can’t take anymore he quickens his pace, and I can feel him get harder than he already is inside me.  He’s about to come undone because I can feel him begin to throb and twitch.  he pulls my ass flush against his pelvis as he explodes inside me.  He holds me in place until he's no longer twitching, then pulls out of me.  When I'm finally able to stand erect I feel all of our passion leaking out of me and sliding down my legs.

    I can't help but be slightly sad that it didn't last longer.  I really wanted to taste him.  If I get the opportunity to be intimate with Blaze again, I'm going to get on my knees and make him scream MY name as I lick, and suck all 11 inches of him. 

            After our tryst in the shower, he kisses my shoulder gently and whispers in my ear.  

“I need to actually shower now.”

“Me too.  Can you hand me the shampoo?”

            I begin working the shampoo into a rich lather.  For such a cheap hotel they have Aveda products.  Citrus scent fills the steamy shower.  Before I finish, I feel his hands on my shoulders.  Kneading all of the past three weeks stress away.  He turns me around and helps me rinse the suds away.

“Do you want me to condition you?”

“Yes please.”

He locates the conditioner, and gently works it into my wet hair.  “You have such beautiful hair.”

“You are full of compliments tonight.”

He kisses my forehead, and proceeds to wash himself.  It’s like a work of art watching the water wash the suds off of his chiseled body.

After we are clean, he wraps a towel around his waist and grazes his knuckles along my jaw.  I lean into his touch.  “Dry off and come lay with me.”  

“Do you have a spare t-shirt I can wear to sleep?  I forgot my pajamas at my apartment.”

“You don’t need any clothes on for what I have in mind.”  He kisses me softly on the lips and heads for the bedroom.                I am ecstatic and feel as happy as a child on Christmas morning that I'm getting my wish so quickly!  Blaze Giles, you don't know what kind of bear you have just awoken!