19. Anna

Anna

T wo weeks without Nadia had been torture. Pure torture.

After we had sex that first time we'd spent the rest of our day off snuggling, making out, and watching movies. The individual competition had gone well for us all. Goat had beaten the two Russians, taking the gold. After a near-perfect performance Nadia placed fourth, with me right behind her as number five, only a fraction of a point separating us.

We'd both been thrilled to score so high. Neither of us would be back to the International Games, at least not as athletes. We'd be too old in four years to compete against the younger gymnasts, so we'd made the most of our one shot, knowing that we could leave Paris proud of ourselves and our team.

After we were finished with our competitions we took spent two days sightseeing in Paris, then we took a train to the French countryside and spent five straight days eating, walking in nature, watching cartoons, and making love over and over again until we were both too exhausted to move.

By the time Nadia and I said goodbye at the Paris airport, we'd agreed to date long distance for a while. But after the first week of us being apart, we both agreed that wasn't going to work. We missed each other too much.

Nadia was already in the process of separating her life from her parents, so she decided to move to Texas. She was going to stay in my old bedroom at my mom's house until we figured out our next move. Mom was thrilled that I'd finally found someone, and excited about spending time with Nadia when she arrived.

Hopefully we would move in together in the near future. I was all-in for this relationship, and I knew she was too, but we wanted to be smart and take our time so we could see how we got along with each other as a couple now that we were back in the states living regular lives.

I wasn't totally sure what I was going to do next in this real world. I had a sponsor who was willing to keep me on until next year's nationals competition, but after being in the International Games, I was pretty sure I was done competing. I was really interested in coaching. I had a strong desire to bring gymnastics to girls who came from families who weren't wealthy, to give them the opportunity to shine and also help them navigate some of the pitfalls I'd experienced coming from a different world from most of the other competitors.

I planned to talk to Nadia about my options when she got here. I knew she was considering coaching as well, but she also wanted to go to college and get her degree. Maybe she could do both.

A knock on my front door pulled me out of my thoughts. To my surprise, when I opened the door, Nadia stood on my porch, looking a little rumpled. I pulled her into a hug.

"Hey, I thought you weren't going to be here until tomorrow!"

"Surprise!" she said. "The drive took less time than I was expecting."

"Did you speed, Princess?" I asked with mock sternness.

She sent me an impish grin. "It was worth the risk of a ticket to see you faster."

Nadia walked into my apartment, looking around. It wasn't a dump, but it wasn't anything fancy either. I'd never been to her place, but given that her parents were wealthy, I was pretty sure she probably had closets bigger than this apartment. She lived in a pool house, which meant there was a pool too.

Then I shook off my insecurity. She knew I wasn't wealthy, although we'd all received a nice bonus for our gold medal performance at the Games. And to be fair, Nadia had never once complained about our spartan accommodations in athlete housing, even the cardboard beds.

"Your place is so cute," she said, giving me a smile. "Where are your roommates?"

"One is out of town and the other two are at practice."

Her face lit up. "Great! How about you show me your bedroom then?"

"Gladly."

We jogged down the hallway to my private space and as soon as I closed the door, Nadia pushed me against it, her hands going right to my jeans. She made quick work of unzipping my pants, then her lips crashed down on mine in a hard and claiming kiss. As our tongues tangled she slid her hand inside my panties, then moved her fingers between my lower lips.

"You're wet already," she said, breaking the kiss.

"I got wet the instant I saw you," I said honestly.

"Good girl."

I shivered at her words, immediately flashing back to our rental house in the French countryside where she'd made good on her promise to tie me to the bed and sit on my face. She'd called me a ‘good girl' after, right before she made me come twice in a row.

Nadia kissed me again as she turned her hand, sliding one finger inside my channel while she pressed the heel of her hand against my clit. I cried out against her mouth as she worked me roughly, ratcheting up my arousal in record speed. Somehow she seemed to know instinctively the best way to wring the most pleasure from my body.

"I missed this cunt," she whispered against my lips.

I hated that word, but when Nadia said it somehow it was sexy.

She slid a second finger inside me, curling her fingers as she pumped in and out. My back arched against the door, and Nadia lowered her head until she could reach the juncture of my shoulder and neck. Sucking my skin into her mouth, she bit down hard enough to sting, and the bite of pain sent me right over the edge.

"Nadia!"

I shuddered, bucking against her hand as I rode the waves of my pleasure.

It felt incredible, but I wanted her to come too so as soon as I came down, I kicked off my pants, dragged Nadia down to the floor, and pushed her skirt up to her waist. I widened her legs and pressed my thigh against her apex, then lowered myself on top of her, pinning her to the floor.

One thing I'd learned in Paris was that as much as Nadia liked to be in charge in bed, she also didn't mind ceding control if it meant I was going to take care of her needs.

And I intended to take care of her needs.

Bracing my toes and elbows on the floor, I ground my bare thigh down against her pussy, each movement making our bodies slide against each other.

"I missed you," I growled against her ear. "I hated being apart from you. Let's never do that again."

"Okaaay," Nadia moaned as I ground down more, knowing that the sliding of her panties against her core would add even more sensation.

"Anna, I'm so close," she gasped.

"Then let go, baby."

I sped up my efforts, moving against her fast enough that I could feel the friction warming up the skin of my thigh. I buried my head between her neck and shoulder, my breath coming in short pants as I focused on getting her off.

"I love you, Anna" she whispered, her body trembling beneath mine.

"I love you too, Princess," I said. "Now come for me."

And she did.