“Stop sulking,” Hannah told me with a grin. She was sitting on the bed closer to the floor-to-ceiling windows. “This place is insanely nice. Have you seen the shower? The tub?” I held back a remark about not being able to fully enjoy the bathroom either. “There’s really no reason to look like someone just told you Christmas was canceled. Plus, even if we were going to share a bed, we weren’t going to… You know.”
“I know that.” I shook away the steamy thought of hot shower sex with Hannah. “I just really wanted to hold you while we slept. I miss holding you.”
“I miss you holding me, too.” Her quiet disclosure sent elation through my bones. I stared at her. I wanted to tackle her flat. “But… This is fine. More than fine, it’s great!” She looked around. “We’re like roommates.”
She’d developed this bad habit of trying to make what we had sound platonic. After the first few times, I’d made it a point to counter her, deciding it’d be better to nip things in the bud. We weren’t just friends anymore, so I frequently reminded her that my interest in her was 100% romantic. “Babe, we’re not roommates. You and I aren’t friends,” I stated clearly, voice sure. “You’re my girlfriend.”
“No, I’m not.” She grinned and I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, fine, you’re this incredibly hot, smart woman I’m dating…” I looked right at her. “Who I want to do very inappropriate things to all the time.” I made it a point to blatantly check her out, my eyes tracing her sexy body hungrily. “Like you have no idea how much effort it takes for me not to jump you. But I’m going to keep behaving,” I promised despite the noticeable changes in her cheeks and breathing. “Because I want so much more than sex with you, I want all of you. So, no, we’re not roommates. Not even close.”
She nodded in defeat and I felt triumphant after seeing her reaction to what I just said. She was clearly turned on, which thrilled me. I was really glad to know that she still wanted me sexually. On the downside, my little speech also made me kinda horny, but I couldn’t do anything about it. She wasn’t ready to start sleeping with me again. Which was completely fine, I was ready to wait as long as she needed me to.
. . .
The embers of desire I felt in our room were stoked into a bright blaze by the sight of Hannah in her little red bikini. Despite the cool water of the pool, I was completely burning up. I even had to cut swim time short because the temptation to tug on one of those little strings keeping her top on was frankly unbearable. And I really didn’t want to scandalize the other hotel guests enjoying the pool area (even if a bunch of them would’ve definitely appreciated the view of a topless Hannah).
She didn’t seem to mind my abrupt decision though. If the number of times I’d caught her blatantly staring at my boobs indicated anything, she was struggling to exercise self-control, too. We took (sadly) separate showers in our hotel room to wash off the chlorine before deciding to have a nice, multi-course dinner in one of the fancy restaurants downstairs.
Over dinner, I couldn’t stop admiring how good-looking Hannah was. Her golden olive skin. Her deep, dark eyes framed perfectly by flawless makeup. Her absolutely gorgeous smile. She was so attractive, but she was so unassuming about it. Humility was not a strength of mine though, so I silently gloated over the fact that the hottest, sexiest, prettiest woman ever was on a date with me. At the end of the great meal, she informed me that she was paying and I let her without protest.
. . .
It was much later in the night and we were back in the room. We were ready to sleep, both tucked in our incredibly comfy hotel beds with their noticeably high thread count covers. Despite how luxurious the bedding was, I was still feeling vexed with our unfortunate sleeping situation.
Hannah was right there, but she was still way too far.
She was looking at the ceiling, while I was on my side, staring right at her. The lights were turned off, but we kept the window shades open. The bright cityscape lights twinkled on the walls. I was silently rehearsing my spiel. As soon as I perfected what to say, I was going to ask her if I could join her in her bed. Logic and reason be damned.
“Ellie?” She turned her body to copy my position, so we were both on our sides, facing each other. “You still up?”
“Yeah,” I answered. I was about to ask her if I could sleep beside her, but she started speaking.
“You know I still want to jump you all the time, too, right?” She brought up our earlier conversation. “Like… You have no idea how badly I wanted to touch you when we were swimming a while ago.” Actually, I had some idea. She didn’t exactly hide it very well. My heart started beating faster. I wanted to tell her to go ahead and do whatever she wanted to me, but I let her keep talking. “I don’t think I’m ready yet though,” she said softly and I nodded in understanding.
“That’s okay, babe, I wasn’t trying to put pressure on you or anything. I just wanted to remind you how much you turn me on because of your roommates comment,” I explained. “You can take as much time as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Are you turned on now?”
I blinked before admitting. “Yeah-a bit.” I was always in the mood when she was around (like always, always). I really didn’t understand where she was going with the conversation though. It seemed to be bouncing all over the place. “But I swear, I’m fine.”
“Did you…” I was watching her dimly lit face. Whatever was on her mind was clearly bothering her, so I told her she could ask me anything she wanted. “Like when we stopped doing it, did you sleep with anyone else? I won’t be mad if you did, I just wanna know.”
She sounded so small, sheepish and shy. It made me want to cuddle with her even more. I wanted to take her in my arms and repeatedly whisper that she had nothing to worry about until she fell asleep to dream of only good things.
“No,” I answered truthfully. She looked like she wasn’t sure if I was being honest. “I swear, the last time I had sex was um… Was that night-with you,” I said uncomfortably. Letting her leave my apartment after she’d told me she loved me would forever be one of my life’s biggest regrets. I didn’t like remembering it, but I couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen.
“Me, too.” She didn’t even really have to say it. She just wasn’t the type to have random or meaningless sex, that was my forte (well, it used to be my forte). “So, how are you still alive?” She asked in a much more lighthearted tone. “It’s been months since that night… That’s gotta be a record for you.”
“Let’s just say I’ve gotten really good at self-care,” I told her with a grin. “And I now have a bunch of new toys I can’t wait to show you when you’re ready.” Suddenly, visions of Hannah naked overwhelmed my brain.
“Do you think about me when you take care of yourself?” She asked, her voice slightly raspier.
“Always.” I squeezed my thighs together. I was getting so turned on and we were just talking.
“What do you think about?”
“Lots of things…” If she wanted to play this game, then I was all in. “I think about you coming on my lips, around my fingers. I think about your little pussy and how good it tastes, how insanely tight it is.” She closed her eyes and moaned, and I realized she was touching herself under the covers. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
It would’ve been so easy to slip in her bed and take over for her. The desire to be the one to make her come was intense. I wanted to slide my fingers inside her pussy. I wanted to wrap my lips around her clit. I wanted to please her all night long. Somehow, I found the strength to stay where I was. Like a vampire though, if she invited me in, I would’ve sucked her dry. No question about it.
“Keep going,” she requested breathlessly, so I continued providing her with spoken smut. I reached under my own damp panties to touch myself. I dragged two of my fingers through the wetness before tracing small circles around my clit.
I stared at her face. “I think about everything we’ve done… How I used to eat you out until you begged me to stop, but I’d keep going then suddenly, you’re begging me to let you come again. I think about how I feel whenever your fingers are inside me and your tongue is on my clit, how great you are at making me come.” I stuck two fingers in my pussy. “I also think about everything I plan to do to you in the future.”
She was groaning, loud. I was so glad I was hearing the sexy sounds she made in bed again. I’d missed them so much. I was familiar enough with her grunts and moans to know she was getting close. “Like?”
“Like tying you up, blindfolding you. Maybe fucking you with a better strap-on. Mm, taking you from behind again… You seemed to really enjoy that.” She let out the loudest, hottest, sexiest moan yet. I listed a few more things off the top of my head. “I have so many plans for you, baby, I can’t wait. I’m going to make you feel so, so good.” Hearing my promise of pleasure, she came apart. Thankfully, listening to her climax sent me over the edge, too. I admired her for a few minutes.
She was too pretty.
We took turns using the bathroom. When I got back, she was already tucked in. It was now or never.
“Can I sleep in your bed?” I asked it so bashfully. As if I didn’t just recite an entire sex monolog to talk her to an orgasm less than ten minutes earlier.
“Yeah.” She shifted a little to make just enough space for the two of us on the bed made for one. “Come here.”
I hurriedly joined her under the sheets before she could take it back. I immediately took her in my arms. I felt warm all over. I kept the rest of our night PG, more than content that she was letting me hold her.
It was the best night of sleep I had in months.