“That’s up to you, honey. I’m okay with it but I understand why you might not want to right now. You’ve got a lot going on.”
Relief coursed through my body. “I appreciate that. Let’s just hang on until this thing with New York has blown over a little and we’ll see how the land lies. Does the academy have any rules about this kind of thing?”
“Well, I don’t think it’s encouraged, but it’s not forbidden either. Just as well, really, given the men’s number one seed is marrying the psychologist, and I noticed that Peter Ross and Rufus Lampani are getting pretty damn friendly too. Ha—it looks as if the academy has one of each.”
“One of each?”
“Yeah. A straight couple, a lesbian couple and a gay couple. Talk about equal rights.”
I sniggered. “I thought something very similar a while back.”
Her gaze zeroed in on mine. “You thought about me? About being a couple?”
“You know damn well I did. Now come here.” Cupping the back of her neck, I closed the gap between us, slanted my mouth over hers. She smelled of shampoo and shower gel, and my dirty mind couldn’t help wondering if, between her thighs, she still smelled of sex. We’d been rushed out of the shower after our sexy session, after all.
Slowly, but with plenty of passion, we kissed. Lips parting, tongues sliding sensuously, exploring. Nibbling, sucking, moaning. I gripped her neck tighter, pulled her harder onto me, deepened the kiss further, pouring everything I felt for her into it. Appreciation, lust, need. Love.
The word stumbled through my mind but I didn’t let it distract me from what I was doing. I let it float there, unquestioned, as I tried to figure out whether that was what I was feeling. I knew hormones, fondness and lust for someone could combine into something akin to love, and with the emotions that had flooded through my brain in the past couple of hours, it wouldn’t be such a surprise if I was confused.
Chapter Ten
Suddenly Nadia pulled away. “Whoa, whoa. Hang on, wait.” She looked gorgeous, all wide-eyed and panting, but she also sounded serious, so I did as she asked, dropping my hands into my lap and peering at her expectantly.
“Sorry,” she said breathlessly, running a hand through her hair. “It’s just…this doesn’t feel right.”
A sinking feeling started to take over my stomach. “W-what do you mean, doesn’t feel right? I thought you just said…”
“Oh God!” Reaching out and grabbing my hand, she pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “I didn’t mean that we don’t feel right or anything like that. God, no. I mean, the timing doesn’t feel right. For us to get intimate. Given what you’ve just found out. I’m here to support you, look after you. Not take advantage of you.”
I heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I thought you meant you’d changed your bloody mind.”
She kissed my hand again. “No. No. Never. Sorry.”
“Well then, you ought to carry on. Because I don’t feel as if you’re taking advantage of me. I want this too, and there’s no way I’m abstaining just because of some sick pervert. I want to be with you, take comfort in you, love you.”
Pulling me toward her, Nadia said, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Shrugging, I replied, “It’s just the way I feel. Now shall we stop talking and have some fun?”
“I like that sound of that.”
Taking Nadia’s hand, I got to my feet and pulled her up after me, then led her to my bedroom. My heart pounded and the odd feeling in my stomach returned, but this time it was caused by nerves. We were going to get naked and horizontal together, with no interruptions. That meant we’d be exploring each other’s bodies for…well, until we were exhausted, I hoped. And I wanted so badly to please her. I’d had a little taste earlier that day but now it was different somehow, more poignant, and I just wanted everything to be right. Perfect.
Without even pausing to close the door, we headed straight for my bed and tumbled onto it, reaching for each other. Pressed together, we began kissing once more as our hands wandered, stroking, squeezing, groping. Slipping one of my thighs between hers, I was gratified and massively turned-on as she began rocking her hips against it.
I tangled a hand in her hair, held her tightly as I plundered her mouth with my tongue. I wanted to possess her, explore her, and I couldn’t get enough of the sultry, sexy way she returned my kiss. We fought for dominance, tongues battling, entwining.
Soon we had to come up for air. “Christ, I want you,” Nadia gasped, appearing both startled and needy all at once. She reached down and tugged at the hem of my T-shirt. “Get naked, please.”
“I will if you will,” I quipped. “Race you.”
Grinning, we rolled away from each other but only for long enough to strip. We quickly met in the center of the mattress again, with lips and hands eager to touch flesh. I couldn’t help myself—I went straight for her pussy, desperate to touch her, taste her, make her come.
“Hey,” she said, grabbing my wrist. “Hold your horses, missy. It’s your turn.”
She shifted down the bed and positioned herself between my legs. I held my breath as she parted my thighs. Then…nothing. I lifted my head and heat rushed to my cheeks as I realized she was staring at me. At my pussy, to be more precise. Instinct made me try to shut my legs but Nadia held them firmly open.
“Quit it,” she said, giving me a stern look. “You’re beautiful and I want to look at you.”
I opened my mouth, then, realizing I had no idea what to say, promptly closed it again. Lying back, I sent up a prayer that she’d touch me before I died of erotic anticipation. Fortunately she did.
After a couple more seconds of observation, Nadia lowered her head to my cunt and began to eat me. She was slow but sure…and fuck, was she good. My already wet pussy trickled more juices into her waiting mouth. Lapping them up, she began to dance her tongue in my folds, exploring me, tasting me, torturing me.
I fisted my hands in the sheets, knowing that the blissful agony was only going to get worse as she teased me toward orgasm.
And I was right. After gently licking me for a while, she upped her game. One finger slipped into my slick channel and began to pump as her deft tongue concentrated on and around my clit.
A whimper escaped my lips, and Nadia’s resultant chuckle sent vibrations through my most delicate areas, inching me ever closer to climax. The single slim finger inside me wasn’t enough—I was so wet. I needed more friction, more fullness, and I wanted it right away. Bucking my hips, I forced myself down onto her face and her finger and, mercifully, she took the hint.
Her tongue flicked relentlessly at my clit and she slipped a second then a third finger inside. The sensation was sublime, perfect, and a string of unintelligible nonsense slipped from my lips as she continued to pleasure me. She was unpredictable with her movements, changing her tactics just as I thought she was going to make me come. I was sure it was deliberate, however, so I went with the flow and happily got lost in the bliss, knowing that my orgasm would be all the better for its delay.
It was soon imminent, though. Not being able to see much of her body wasn’t ideal, but I closed my eyes and relived what had happened earlier, when I’d licked her pussy in the shower and she’d come all over my face. The mental image of her leaning against the tiled wall, wet and open, was delicious and spiked an overwhelming urge to make her do it again. Instead she did that very thing to me.
Thrusting her fingers harder and faster, she pulled my clit into her mouth and sucked. I gasped for air as my impending orgasm robbed it from me, gripping the sheets so hard my hands and fingers started to cramp. Tingles rushed over every millimeter of my skin, and my cunt clenched so hard I was worried I’d crush Nadia’s fingers. She didn’t stop, though—didn’t even pause. Not until I stiffened and my pussy went into spasm. Only then did she remove her fingers, give my distended nub a final hearty suck, then move away and watch as I came apart on the bed.
Because we were no longer in contact I alm
ost forgot she was there as immense pleasure rushed through me, sparking each nerve ending, setting me alight. I screeched and thrashed, letting the delicious sensations take me over, push me high, wring me out and drop me back to Earth. I said her name over and over.
As the feelings receded I managed to prop myself up on my elbow and look down at Nadia. She was still between my legs, looking pretty awestruck. As I peered at her, she grinned wickedly.
“Good?”
“What do you think?” My tongue felt thick, unwieldy, and I had to work hard to make the words come out. Frightening, really, how powerful a simple pleasure such as orgasm could be.
“I think yes.”
Smiling, I replied, “You’d be right. And if you’ll just give me a few minutes to get my faculties back, I’ll be right with you to return the favor.”
Shuffling up the bed, Nadia pulled me into her arms. I went happily, placing my head on her chest and laying an arm over her flat stomach. “There’s no need,” she said, stroking my hair. “You don’t have to make me come just because I made you come.”
“I know, but I want to. God, do I want to. You’re amazing. I love your body, your taste, the noises you make.” I looked up, kissed her chin, which happened to be the nearest part of her face to me. “I love you.”
I didn’t know whether my hormones had taken over, made me take leave of my senses, but I hadn’t meant to say it. The words had been on the tip of my tongue and instead of swallowing them back, keeping them inside, I’d let them spill out.
But when I saw Nadia’s reaction I realized it didn’t matter. Her expression softened and she gave a slight smile. “Really? It’s not the orgasm making you say stuff?”
I paused for a moment, thought about it. Then came to the conclusion that yes, I absolutely meant it and it wasn’t as crazy as I thought it was. We’d known each other for months, after all. It wasn’t as if we were practical strangers and I’d just declared love at first sight. Perhaps the sudden intimacy had accelerated my emotions, or maybe even just brought them out, but I figured it didn’t matter. What mattered was the strong pull I felt toward the woman—an inexplicable need for her, mentally, physically and emotionally.
“Hey,” she said gently, giving my hair a tiny tug. “Don’t leave me hanging here, honey.”
“Sorry. I was just thinking. And I’ve come to the conclusion that yes, really, I love you. I don’t know where or how or why or what happens next, but I do know I want to be with you, for as long as you’ll have me.”
By the time I’d finished my cluster of sentences, Nadia’s eyebrows had almost disappeared into her hairline. Then, after a few seconds, her expression transformed from surprised to delighted. “Well,” she said, her smile so wide it touched her ears, “thank fuck for that, because I love you too. I think I’ve felt this way for a while, but because I didn’t know for sure which team you batted for or whether you liked me, I didn’t really let myself indulge in it, if you get what I mean. I was prepared to try to ignore it, push it to the very back of my mind if you didn’t like me too. So, um, yay, I guess.”
“Yay indeed,” I said, moving farther up the bed so our faces were level. “Now how do you feel about starting round two?”
“Highly enthusiastic, I’d say,” she replied, her grin turning wicked once more. “I’ve been given official permission from the boss to stay with you all day and all night. He didn’t specify what I had to do while I was here.”
“Just as well.” I moved closer so our lips were almost touching. “Because I kinda like the idea of us making love until we fall asleep.”
“Me too.” Closing the tiny gap between us, she slanted her lips over mine, kissing me chastely at first then slipping her tongue into my mouth when she could hold back no more. I allowed her access, eagerly mirroring her movements. Blood rushed to my nether regions once more, making my labia feel heavy, my clit needy.
We kissed for some minutes more, tasting, possessing, nibbling, sucking. Then I was overwhelmed by the need to pleasure her. So placing a hand on her shoulder, I pushed her flat on her back and straddled her hips. Maneuvering into a position where our mons touched, I lowered my head and began to play with her breasts.
At the same time I licked and sucked at her nipples, making them swell and protrude, I rocked my hips, rubbing our cunts together and stimulating us both in all the right places. I moaned against her skin as a spark of pleasure exploded through me.
Bucking up against me, it was apparent that Nadia wanted more, needed more. So I rocked my hips faster, bore down harder so we ground together almost roughly. At the same time I became harsher on her tits, bringing her to the very edge of pain as I sucked hard at her nipples then nipped each one in turn. She yelped. Her entire body jerked and almost threw me off.
“You little minx,” I growled, moving up her body, kissing her cleavage and décolletage before nibbling and sucking at her neck and jaw—though not so hard I’d leave marks. I didn’t want anyone asking questions, not yet. We’d go public when we were ready, and I had a feeling it was going to be pretty soon anyway. I couldn’t keep my relationship status with the most beautiful woman in the academy secret for long.
Soon my lips were next to her ear and I whispered, “I’m going to lick your pussy now. Any objections?”
“No. None at all.” She shook her head to emphasize her point and I moved quickly down her delicious body, settling between her thighs and shoving them roughly apart. I was eager to get to her cunt, to taste her again, to make her come. Then we’d start all over again, perhaps in a sixty-nine position or even with some toys. God, the thought of fucking her pussy with a glass dildo got me hot. Juices trickled down my thighs, and as I pulled in a breath I could smell the tangy scent of our mixed musk.
With a growl, I buried my head between her legs and began to devour her. I sucked and licked, cleaning up her juices though I knew she would only produce more. And to me that was beautiful. I could stay in this position for hours on end, bringing her to climax after climax, and she’d never run out of cum. It would continue to smear my lips and face, coat my tongue, slide down my throat.
Even as my libido raged, my heart soared. The future was bright, even without tennis. But with my two loves—Nadia and my career—things were going to be just great. We’d find a work-life balance and life would be perfect, no matter what it threw at us. With Nadia by my side I could achieve anything.
About Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story—so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy is multi-published across many subgenres of erotica and erotic romance and continues to try new subgenres and lengths of work in order to get all the ideas in her head onto paper, and eventually out into the world.
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