Chapter 25 #2
I gathered them in one hand and tugged. Unfortunately, the cuff got caught on my toes, and the violent jerking sent me ass over head until I was left sprawled across the floor naked, except for my face that was still painted up like a 1950s hussy.
Lifting myself off the floor, I groaned. “Shit.” I rubbed the back of my head and leaned on my elbow. Twisted around my hand were the fucking pants of doom. Throwing them across the small room, I peeked up at the bed.
Any hope I had that Sarah had looked away at the right moment and missed my less-than-graceful fall was dashed.
Lying face down, shaking with laughter, was the girl of my dreams. She rolled onto her back, her head hanging off the edge of the bed as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“You—and then—your balls.” Her eyes opened, and she held her chest. “That was fucking hilarious.”
“You think so?” Rising to my hands and knees, I stood.
“I really do.”
As I rounded the bed, her laughter died down, but her smile stayed put. Reaching the other side, I snagged Sarah’s ankle and pulled her clean across the bed.
“Connor!” she squealed. Her hips rocked back and forth, trying to get away.
I kneeled down, and Sarah stilled, her heavy-lidded gaze sending a shot of heat down my spine. Starting at her ankle, I kissed my way up her leg, slowly putting it over my shoulder until my lips were just inches from the lace between her thighs.
“Connor.” This time when she said my name, it was a breathless whisper.
“Is this okay?”
She bit her lip, and her thighs fell open. “Yeah.” Resting back on her elbows, she waited for me to continue.
Running my tongue over her panties, I caught a hint of her taste. Her hips raised off the bed in surprise, a little gasp sending a shot right to my cock. I placed a kiss on her thigh, my mouth returning to the garter. “I like this.”
“I made it.”
I quirked an eyebrow, not expecting that. Biting the delicate strip of lace, I tugged it down her leg, dragging my lips against her skin all the way to her toes. She sighed, her body shivering under my touch. Every one of her sounds made me harder and harder.
Kneeling back between her thighs, I hooked a finger under her panties and pulled them to the side, exposing her to my hungry gaze. “Damn.”
“What?”
The swipe of my tongue was the only response I gave. I moaned at her tangy flavor and wondered how I had gone weeks without my mouth on her. This was where I was meant to be—on my knees between her thighs. Hell, I was game in any way Sarah wanted me.
I slowly worked her, focusing on her puffy lips, until she whimpered for more. Flicking the tip of my tongue at her clit, she cried out, bucking against my face. I placed a forearm on her stomach and then put my lips around her clit and gently sucked, testing to find out exactly what she liked.
Sarah’s back arched from the bed, her hips fighting against my hold.
I peeked up just in time to see her throw her head back, her mouth open, and her eyes shut tight.
In her own world, focused solely on her pleasure, she was exquisite.
My cock ached to be inside her, but I wanted to push her a little more before I gave myself the satisfaction.
Teasing her entrance with the tip of my finger, I gathered up moisture, running it up and down, then finally pushed inside.
Sarah stilled, letting out a deep moan. I slowly moved in and out of her, adding a second finger with ease.
She was so wet, so open, I could barely stand it.
Letting go of her hip, I grabbed my cock and stroked it in time with the fingers gliding in and out of her.
I circled her clit with my tongue, curling my fingers to graze her walls. I moved faster and faster until Sarah clamped down, her pussy pulsing. A groan fell from her lips as her head fell to the bed.
I kept working her until the spasms stopped, and she rolled up to one elbow.
“Holy shit.”
Wiping my chin, I grinned. “I’m glad you liked it.”
She gave me a lazy smile and sat up. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and slipped it off.
Fuck me.
Nothing scrambled my brain quite like Sarah’s naked body. It was like every inch of her was designed to drive me wild.
Her rosy nipples hardened under my gaze, and a pretty blush spread across her chest.
“You just going to stare at me, or . . .” Sarah smirked, her fingers creeping up her round stomach to her tits.
“Or, definitely or.”
Bracing myself on the edge of the bed, I stood.
She looped her arms around my neck, bringing me down for a messy kiss.
I swallowed her moans as I carefully laid her back.
Her legs fell open, and I crawled over her, settling between her thighs.
My cock ran along her wet pussy, fighting the temptation to push inside.
I nipped her lip, and she dug her nails into my sides. The small bites of pain cut through the pleasure, keeping me from completely losing my head.
Her breath came out in pants against my lips. The smell of cheap beer was an aphrodisiac when it was coming from her. Sarah’s hips swiveled, and my cock nudged her wet entrance. She trembled and whimpered, “Condom,” against my mouth.
Without breaking our hold on each other, I reached for the side table and snagged a foil packet.
Putting the smallest amount of space between us possible, I rolled the condom down.
Sarah never stopped caressing me, exploring the planes of my body.
The desire burning in her eyes destroyed any insecurities I had, opening me up to claim this wonderful girl as mine.
I grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bed. She licked her lips and put her other hand next to her head, offering herself up to me.
Taking a steadying breath, I slid into Sarah, and my eyes fell shut. Being this close to her overwhelmed me, making me thankful for every decision I’d ever made that led us to each other.
“Connor.” Opening my eyes, Sarah gazed at me with a vulnerability that seemed reserved just for me. She cupped my cheek and guided my mouth to hers, pouring every bit of intensity into the kiss.
We moved together, her hips rising to meet every thrust, our tongues tangling with a hunger that would never be satisfied.
Sarah’s fingers gripped my hair, pulling my head back so she could look me in the eye.
Sliding her hand down my back, she squeezed my ass, drawing me closer.
I thrust harder, our breathing coming out in short pants as we chased our releases together.
Pushing up on one hand, I slipped the other between us and circled her clit with my thumb.
Sarah’s eyes barely stayed open, her lips parting as she moaned my name. Suddenly, she tensed and let out a satisfied groan. Wrapping her loose arms around my neck, she brought her mouth to my ear. “Come for me, Connor.”
She rocked against me, her pussy gripping my cock with a nearly blinding force. Her voice, the hot puffs of air against my skin, her teeth nipping my earlobe between words, all built up until spots clouded my vision, and I came deep inside Sarah.
Catching my breath, I gently pulled out and rolled to the side. Sarah immediately curled into me, throwing her thigh over my legs.
“That was good.” She mumbled into my chest.
“Ten out of ten, would do it again.”
“Mm-hmm.” She sounded like she was two seconds from passing out.
Shifting us around, I covered her up with the blanket, but she groaned and scooted to the edge of the bed.
“I have to pee.” She stood and stumbled to the small bathroom. Her naked ass jiggled with each step. “I don’t want to get a UTI,” she said, pulling my attention away from her lovely backside.
“Oh.”
She yanked the string for the overhead light and slid the small barn door closed. Light poured around the edges, and I heard her every move—the loft space was not designed for privacy.
While she peed, I took care of the condom and dropped all our clothes in a pile.
“It’s all yours.” She came out of the bathroom, shoulders back, confident and naked as hell. I couldn’t get over how I got to be the one to see her in all her glory, just walking across the room.
“I’m good. You want to get some sleep?”
She stopped at the edge of the bed and picked at the blanket. “You sure? I don’t want to invade your sacred space.”
The fact that she viewed the loft as a special place made me fall for her even harder.
“I want you here.” I scooped her up and put her on the side of the bed she slept on at her place, then crawled in on my side.
“Good, because I want to be here.”
The party was a dull roar compared to when we’d snuck away, but there was still the occasional shriek or yell that kept Sarah from experiencing the loft in its best state. “We should come back sometime when there isn’t a party. Take a blanket out and look at the stars.”
She cuddled into my side, her smoky hair tickling my chin. “Sounds good.”
With her warm body pressed against mine, something occurred to me. “I never actually asked you to be my girlfriend.”
How did I miss that?
She was quiet for a moment, and I worried she was about to shoot me down.
“No, you haven’t.” Then she didn’t say anything else.
Well, shit.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Not the most romantic way to ask, but hey, it got the job done.
“Yes.” She lifted her face to mine, gave me a quick peck, then rolled over on her side.
Confused, I spooned her, pulling her back into my body. Kissing her bare shoulder, I asked, “Is something wrong?”
She laughed and craned her neck to look me in the eye. “Nope, just getting comfortable.” She illustrated by flopping back down.
“Okay, good. I was worried I was failing at being a boyfriend minute one.”
“Nah, I’d say you’re crushing it. I only see one area that needs improvement,” she muttered into her pillow.
Frowning, I tried to figure out what more I could do.
“Lights. Turn off the lights.” She stuck her tongue out, then wrapped the blanket tight around her shoulders.
“Oh, right. Got it.”
I flipped the switch and, while I was up, used the bathroom. By the time I made it back to bed, Sarah was out cold, a soft snore whistling through her nose. I cuddled in behind her, and she wiggled back into me with a happy sigh.
I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face, but woke up to a blood-curdling scream.