Page 119 of Freshmeet
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.
