Nadia tapped her foot in the dirt, still visibly fuming. Then, it was her turn to sigh. “Yeah, I guess so…” she said, her voice trailing off.
The hesitation in her voice wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but I knew that it was the best that I was going to get at the moment. We both just needed time to cool down and calm down.
It had been a long day of driving, so I had booked a room on the second floor of the hotel. After grabbing our bags, we climbed the stairs to the room and went inside. It wasn’t a fancy place, only two twin beds with faded floral coverlets and a small sitting area, but it would do. Nadia walked over to the wooden table and chair and sat with her arms folded, still sulking angrily.
“How was your walk?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood as I plopped my suitcase onto one of the beds.
She cracked a smile, even though I could tell that she didn’t want to. “It was okay,” Nadia answered curtly, not even looking at me. “It was actually pretty nice.”
“Good,” I said, grinning at her.
After a few minutes, we were back to reminiscing like the old friends we were. Nadia’s whole mood seemed to change when we talked about a night that we ended up going out together with some of our friends, and we had to basically drag her out of a bar before she ended up fighting a girl.
“Drunk Nadia is something else,” I said, shaking my head as I remembered carrying my best friend over my shoulder and tossing her into my car.
She nodded. “Yeah, whatever, punk! At least we always seem to look out for each other.”
“Yeah, we do,” I agreed.
For the first time that day, I really looked at her. Nadia’s dark brown eyes lit up as she talked, and her smile radiated as she laughed lightly as she remembered picking a fight with a complete stranger.
Everything was back to the way that it usually was. And I was happy about that. I was so pleased that I walked over to where Nadia sat and tried kissing her. She pulled away hesitantly. My heart sank. I thought that she wasn’t into me or something. Then, she pulled me in and kissed me with so much hunger. It was such a turn on.
I kissed her back, feeling that same hunger gnawing at my body. I swept her into my arms, carrying her over to the bed and laying her down in the center. She gazed up at me, her chest heaving as her breath came quicker, and I slowly crawled onto the bed over her, resting my weight on my legs on either side of her.
When my lips found hers again, her arms wound around my neck, and she pressed her body against me as I drew her lower lip between my teeth and sucked it lightly. I ran my hands down her sides, just brushing lightly over the curves of each breast, and she gasped and arched into my touch.
There was something oddly satisfying about this tease, even though I was barely touching her. Watching her writhe and pant for me, seeing that arousal glaze over her eyes, it was delicious.
I slipped my hands under her shirt, skimming over the soft skin beneath. I felt her tense up a little as my hands moved across her belly, and I had to tuck away a grin, remembering how ticklish she could be. And while the idea of reducing her to a giggling mess always held a certain amount of appeal, I didn’t exactly feel like shifting the mood just then.
I brushed the underside of her breasts with each thumb, and she let out a little hiss of pleasure, breaking our kiss and panting softly. She looked up at me with an expression laced with need.
“Please touch me,” she whimpered, “Please…”
The soft, breathy desperation in her tone as she begged made my already-stiffening cock throb and twitch. I slid my hands higher, and she moaned, and when my fingers were just a hair’s breadth from her nipple, I slowly traced a circle around the pebble-hard, sensitive bud.
She whimpered again and squirmed underneath me, her hips arching up and grinding against me. “Josh, please,” she begged me again, “I need more. I need you.”
The words hit hard, on levels I didn’t expect, but before I could let myself get wrapped up in those thoughts and emotions, I pulled my dick out of my pants. I shoved her shirt up over her head and bent down to take one of her nipples between my lips.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, and the hands that were gently wrapped around my neck turned to nails raking down my back.
While I continued to suck her nipples, teasing, and alternating between both, I tugged her pants down over her hips and tossed them aside. I gently pushed her knees apart, giving me full access to her dripping pussy. I traced a slow, torturous path along the length of her slit, and she let out a little growl of frustration that made me chuckle.