I laugh and wave them off. Javi chuckles and walks ahead of me, allowing me to catch my breath.
I finish the hike composed and engaged in our four-way conversations; a feat I am surprised I could pull off. We enter the street and the cab is waiting for us. A miracle! Dave sits in the front this time while Nikki, Javi, and I are in the back. Javi offers to sit in the middle again, but doesn’t push against me or inconspicuously touch my leg. Which I am only a little disappointed by.
We reach the hotel and exit the cab. I purposely get out opposite of the three of them to prepare myself for an achingly slow walk to my hotel room, exhaling and fixing my shirt first. The cab drives away, and I turn to them with a smile, ready to make my way in.
Nikki is speaking with Javi. “Did you want to join us for dinner tonight? It will be at the pizza place in town. I can text it to you once I call and book.”
Javi steals a look at me. This is getting too close. Going out and being seen by others?Say no, say no,I find myself repeating in my mind. “I would love to!” He seals the statement with a sincere smile and a hand over his heart.
25
Javi
“Brilliant! Okay, let’s meet up later this evening for dinner,” Dave says before he ushers Nikki away with a wave to Sophia and I. Nikki smiles and waves goodbye, too.
Sophia looks over at me while a smirk plasters across my face. A little more teasing couldn’t hurt.
She stays still and I can’t work out how she feels about this.
Walking past, she says nothing. I jog after her. “Sophia?” I ask, slight panic in my voice, worried I have crossed a line.
She ignores me, making me sweat. I follow her hurried pace into the hotel foyer and wait patiently by her side for the elevator. We get in and I hit the level for my room, out of habit, as the doors close. She steps in front of me. I look at her cautiously, worried I have infuriated her, bracing for her anger. She places her hands on my chest and looks up at my face. Her lips creep closer to mine. Her breath hits my face and returns to her. The ding of the elevator interrupts us, and she pushes herself away from me. She exits the elevator and waits for me to lead her to my room. Fishing around for my room card, I buzz us in, holding the door open for her to walk in first.
Closing the door behind me I start, “Okay, I’m sor—” She puts me out of my misery and cuts me off by pushing me up against the door, kissing me deeply. Her hands are back on my chest, balling her fists in the material of my shirt. The morning full of subtle touches, looks, whispers, and grazes has built us up too much. All wound up. I meet her urgent kisses and wrap my arms around her. Her hands travel up and hold my face. My hands ventures down her back, lowering down to her ass to the back of her delicious thighs. I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my hips. My hands then encircle her torso, the smooth material bunching as I squeeze her closer. I walk further into the room, never breaking away from her as I worship her. Getting to the bedroom, I turn around so I fall backwards on the bed with her on top. This is promptly becoming my favourite view of her. She sits up and removes my shirt, feverishly kissing and licking my neck, my chest, back to my mouth. Her lips leave a tingling trail across my skin.
Reaching up, I remove her shirt, my fingertips tracing her face, her breasts, her torso. My upper body lifts to meet hers, her skin against mine. I can’t get enough of her. Her body tastes sweet and salty from the morning’s activity. I relish in her taste, needing to bathe in her existence right now. I flip her over so she is laying on the bed. A loud moan escapes her lips. I gaze down at her. “Now, I said I would be removing these silly tights with my teeth.” Her eyes are tempting and sultry.
Smiling, I lower my face to the top of her waistband. My teeth graze the soft skin of her stomach as the material bunches between my teeth. I look at her while I start to peel them off, her eyes glittering. My breath dances along her newly exposed skin, building the suspense. Her breathing quickens and her hips involuntarily move side to side, seeking out friction against my chest.
Flipping her over again, her stomach is the bed, giving me another amazing view.
“This ass has been teasing me all day,” I groan between kisses, my hands massaging her ass, my fingers grazing her pussy. I make my way up her back, kissing and biting. I get to her shoulder and sink my teeth down, then her neck. Reaching over to put my hand on her chin, I gently manoeuvre it so I can kiss her from this position. I put the slightest amount of pressure on her body so she isn’t uncomfortable under my weight. She moves her body, flipping to face me. Cupping my face, she continues to kiss me. Pushing my pants down, she reaches for a condom on my bedside table. My throbbing cock is against her thigh, waiting.
Wrapping her legs around my hips, I close the distance between us, melting into each other. I lift myself up and roll the condom on my cock, burying my head in her neck as I enter her. She wraps her arms around my neck, keeping me close to her. My stomach is doing flips, my heart races, and my breath starts to become ragged. I thrust deep and purposeful. “Javi…” she moans. “Sophia…” I return, consumed by her.
The headboard shakes and creaks from our thrusts, moving frantically in unison.
I keep thrusting with purpose and we both come together, sweat dripping down our bodies. My lips meet her again for longer, passionate kissing.
I lie on top of her as we recover our breathing, my heart still racing at her touch. Her fingers play with my hair in one hand, running her nails across my back with the other.
Kissing her chest and raising myself up, I feel hot and sticky after the steamy sex and the morning hike. I suggest, “Shall we head into the shower?”
“Sure,” she replies with a smile.
We make our way to the bathroom. On the way, I can see her eyes darting around to take in all of my one-bedroom room with an adjoining bathroom, complete with a deep bath and huge double shower.
“Well, doesn’t the talent get looked after?” she jokes.
We turn the shower on and enjoy that it’s outfitted with two shower heads, both of us being able to be under the water at the same time.
I keep looking over at her and smile.
“Can I help you?” she asks. She narrows her eyes at me and raises an eyebrow, trying to act bothered by me and failing miserably.
“No, I’m just enjoying the view.” I smile wider. “Don’t forget to wash that part of your back.” I point with a wavering hand. “Or I could always help.”
I don’t wait for her to answer. Stepping behind her to rub her back into a bubbly lather, I continue to rub body wash into her shoulders, down to her ass, and across her torso. She turns around and kisses me. It isn’t a kiss to lead to shower sex, but is a longing kiss.
