Chương 14: Before the door closed

It was only a few minutes after Nadia and I said goodnight to each other that I heard a knock on the door. I imagined her standing there, waiting for me to answer while wearing the antique white nightgown I had given her a while ago. She still insisted on sleeping in it, despite having moved the rest of her clothes from her car to her room, for some reason. I wondered if she needed something, or perhaps wanted to tell me something.

When I opened the door, I could in no way have predicted that she would be standing there wearing nothing but her lingerie, a perfect silhouette against the soft light coming from the corridor.

"Hey," I said, a bit at a loss for words.

"Hey yourself, handsome," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course. Come in." I stepped aside, trying to keep my eyes on her face, which was still dark, with most of the light coming from behind her. When she turned around to close the door, I realized it was the first time I was really seeing her almost naked. I stopped even pretending I could keep my eyes on her face. My gaze slid down to admire the thin straps of her bra crossing her bare back and the way her panties hugged her ass as she reached for the door handle. My cock hardened so quickly it almost hurt.

"I was thinking," she said, smiling coyly when she noticed my discomfort. The smile turned into a teasing grin.

"I kinda left you rather blue-balled last time, didn't I?" She crawled onto the bed, sitting on top of me and trapping me inside a cocoon of covers. Her knees dug into the mattress at my sides, and she bent down to kiss me. Despite her actions, her voice carried the shyness she was trying to hide.

"Maybe, if you want, I could finish the job?"

"Nadia, you don't have to."

"I know, Adrian," she said, interrupting me. Her teasing grin faltered.

"I know I don't have to. I want to. I want you, okay?" She took a breath, and when she spoke again, the words came out in a rush.

"I want to feel your cock in my mouth. I want to suck you off until you come and make me swallow all your tasty, amazing seed. I've been touching myself every night, thinking about you, sniffing my hand and licking off your cum after I made you come all over it on the sofa. I want more, Adrian." Her hips shifted, and she started to grind against the covers over my cock.

"Please?" She was just a silhouette against the darkness of the room, lit by what little light came from beneath the door where it didn't quite meet the floor. There was a lamp on my nightstand, but she hadn't turned it on, leaving me to mostly imagine how good she must have looked straddling me with barely her bra and panties on. I reached through the darkness and found her bare hips, pulling her closer until I could feel the heat of her through the sheets.

"Fuck, Nadia. You know I want you." She kissed me once, hard, then hopped off me quicker than I expected her to. Moments later, the sheets were tossed to the foot of the bed, and she was pulling down my pants with eager hunger. The moment my cock sprang free of its restraints, it was already at full mast. Nadia dragged her tongue from the base to the tip, watching what it did to me, then wrapped her lips around the head. The wet heat of her mouth made it twitch.

She took more of me, sinking deeper and deeper, obscene slurping sounds reverberating throughout the room. Her hands weren't idle either. One stroked the base of my dick, which she didn't manage to swallow all the way despite her best attempts, while the other massaged my balls. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. The stimulation was intense and fucking amazing.

"Nadia," I groaned. She pulled back just enough to speak.

"Do you like it?" she asked, suddenly uncertain.

"You know I don't have experience."

"I love it." I caught her face between my hands, brushed my thumb across her wet lower lip, and guided her back onto me. Her breath warmed my thumb for a moment before her lips closed around my cock again. When she went back to work, I placed one hand against the back of her head while the other tightened gently in her hair. I guided her pace, feeling her lips slide along my shaft while her tongue drew circles around my cockhead.

It only took a few minutes before I was panting with pleasure, tensing up and wanting nothing more than to push her head down and make her take my whole length. Instead, I managed to croak out some words.

"I'm close." She redoubled her efforts, moaning and humming around my cock, stroking me and drooling all over my balls.

"You're amazing," I said.

"I'm gonna come, Nadia." She tried to take my whole length all at once, gagging for a moment before she relaxed her throat and pushed herself down on my cock until her nose was buried in my pubic hair and her lower lips were touching my balls. I tensed up one last time, grabbing the sides of her head, my cock pulsing with red-hot desire for release, and then I gave in to the pleasure. I exploded inside her mouth, painting her throat with my cum.

Her mouth tightened around me as the first pulse hit, and the sight of her trying to swallow sent another shudder through my body. She held on through the next one, but her inexperience and the sheer volume of seed proved too much. She coughed and sputtered, retreating just in time for the last few ropes to land straight on her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked, pulling myself up. Nadia swallowed what she could and wiped beneath one eye with the back of her hand.

"I'm fine. Sorry. I thought I could take all of it."

"You don't have to apologize." She looked at the mess shining on her fingers in the faint light, then slowly brought them to her mouth. Her lips closed around her fingers, and she sucked them clean before releasing them with a soft, wet sound. Her face scrunched up at the taste.

"Strange," she said, licking again and savoring it this time.

"You know what? I like it. I like it a lot. Because it's yours." She gathered another streak from her cheek with one finger, sucked it clean with an exaggerated moan, then swallowed with an equally exaggerated gulp.

"It would be a shame to waste any," she said.

"I'll do better next time."

"You did more than fine."

"Next time," she insisted, and even in the dark I could hear the grin in her voice.

"Come here," I told her, patting my chest and opening my arms. She flowed into me, hugging me from above.

"I'm not too heavy, am I?" I chuckled and pulled her close until her whole weight was resting on top of me. I searched for her lips, but she stopped just before they touched.

"Doesn't it gross you out?" she asked.

"I must still taste like, you know?"

"Like cum?" I teased, then answered her question by closing the distance between us. My tongue slid between her lips, and she moaned as I kissed her slowly, tasting the faint salty, slightly tingly remains of myself in her mouth.

"I love tasting myself on your lips," I told her when we finally separated.

"It makes me feel like I marked you." For once, Nadia had nothing ready. She buried her hot face against my neck, but not before I caught the blush spreading across it.

"Oh, you have," she murmured.

"Believe me, you have." We kept kissing until I was holding her close and stroking her hair, caressing her face while her breathing slowly settled. It was a tender moment, just the two of us, the rest of the world asleep and none of our concern. I wanted it to last forever. But it didn't. After a while, and several yawns, Nadia slowly extricated herself from my grasp. The cold that took her place hurt my soul.

"I should go," she said.

"It's late. Your fault." She giggled, trying to lighten the mood, but I could feel her watching me even though it was so dark.

"Yeah," I said, because apparently I was an idiot. At the doorway, she opened the door just enough for the corridor light to spill into the room, then paused and looked back at me. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to ask her to stay, to spend the whole night here with me. I knew I wanted it too. And, damn it all, I almost said it. Yet, I didn't. After everything she had confessed that morning, I told myself I was giving her room. That I wasn't asking for more than she had chosen to give me.

It felt like the decent thing to do, right up until I saw the small hope in her face begin to fade.

"Goodnight, Adrian," she said.

"I still taste you on my lips, you know? I really, really like it. Watch out, or I might get addicted." Before I could reply, she was gone, closing the door gently behind her.