I had booked the best suite in the hotel, a bedroom complete with a sleigh bed and separate lounge area and a bathroom with a big jacuzzi spa bath. There were French doors opening to our own private terrace and a breathtaking view of Central Park.
“What did all of this cost?” Nikki asked me, breathless.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I thought we might treat ourselves.”
“Oh?”
“Sure, it’s been a hard week.”
“Has it?”
She was teasing me; she knew full well that I’d had a good week and that I was happy with the progress we were making on our app.
“Ok, then you’ve had a bad week.”
“I have?”
“Didn’t Zoë refuse to go to school yesterday because the boy next to her kept farting?”
“Yes,” she laughed. “But I spoke to the teacher, and they moved him. Poor kid was apparently reacting to the weird gluten-free diet his stepmom had put him on.”
“And didn’t one of the cats throw up all over your jeans and you had to throw them away? Your favorite pair? That is big trauma, right there.”
“If you put it that way…” she smiled. Then she came up to me, put her arms around my neck and gave me the longest, most delicious kiss. I couldn’thold back anymore. I pushed her against the wall, my hands all over her dress, feeling for the zip. She laughed but didn’t protest as I unzipped her, and the dress fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and unhooked her bra, kicking off her panties. She was utterly beautiful and unaware of her appeal; her sexy body, smooth and so inviting.
I stared at her for moment, taking in the gorgeousness of her, trying to get my head around the fact that this beauty was all for me. I walked towards her, ready to take her in my arms, but she slipped from my grasp, giggling.
“Catch me if you can!” I chased her through the room, with Nikki running around the chair, teasing me, driving me crazy. I remembered she’d been an athlete once and she was fit and I wasn’t. In the end, I simply dove across the small coffee table to pin her down. Both of us were laughing and I was incredibly turned on. Out of breath and laughing, I held both of her hands in one of mine while trying to get off my pants. She leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue playfully darting in and out of my mouth. But then something else took over, some deeper force that pulled both of us towards each other, a magnetic power that made our kisses hungry and our bodies insistent. I lifted her legs, and she wrapped them around my waist so I could slip inside of her.
“Yes, yes, oh my God, yes! Yes!”
It was magnificent.
Sex with Nikki was one of the great pleasures of my life these last few weeks. I’d had sex before, of course, but never like this. Not with a creature as captivating as she was. Her playfulness, her enthusiasm for physical pleasure was exhilarating. I’d never thought of myself as a sexual being but with her, it was all I could do not to put my hands under her clothes and stroke her golden skin, slide my hand down to paradise.
Later, as we lay in bed, sipping French champagne and nibbling on blini, which she said was too dry for her taste, she told me she’d never had caviar and I ordered her some from room service.
“This is too much,” she protested.
“Why? I want to,” I said.
“I’ve never been anywhere like this,” she admitted.
“I haven’t either. Not with anyone, anyway.”
“Not even with Zoë’s mother?”
I paused. We had so far never spoken about Jade. I figured Nikki was probably curious about how it had come about that Jade was not in Zoë or my life and the fact that I never spoke about her. But she’d never come out and asked me directly about her before.
“No.” I finally said. It was hard for me to talk about her, about that period in my life.
I had to get out of bed.
I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, sniffed at the lotions there. Suddenly Nikki was there, still naked, coming up from behind, giving me a hug.
“Sorry,” she said. “I know you don’t like talking about her. You don’t have to.”
“I guess, I’ll have to, sooner or later,” I said.