“I’m not sure I can stay standing if we do this,” she breathed out.
I paused, but only for a moment. Then, I was walking her backward until her back hit the door. I loved the way she gasped then, her eyes bright with excitement. I kissed her deeply while I pressed her body against the door.
“I missed you, too,” I said, moving from her mouth to press kisses all over her neck. “So much, Sara. I was so worried you would never talk to me again.”
The emotions that had never disappeared washed over me, and I paused. I’d tried several times to talk to her in the days since the disastrous meeting at that hotel. But she let all my calls go unanswered, the same with any messages I left, and when she saw me, she’d immediately hurry in the opposite direction. Even with all the time I used trying to track her down, I still couldn’t manage to get her off my mind.
My friends thought it was hilarious. Of course, they didn’t know the whole story. As far as they knew, I’d had a little fight with my girlfriend over the Sext Me thing. I didn’t tell them myself, but they heard the rumors, and I neither confirmed nor denied. Every single one of them kept giving me advice that I had to wait for her to cool down before trying to talk to her, especially if she was ignoring my calls.
Her arms squeezed around me, and I remembered where we were. Sara was ready to talk to me, to be with me. I pressed a soft kiss on her skin reflexively. Then, I moved back to her lips and kissed her some more.
The excitement was growing inside me. Now that I had her back after two weeks, it would be impossible to hold back. Sara didn’t seem to mind, though, as I reached around her back to undo the zip of her dress, and pulled the skirt up around her hips with my other hand.
“Noah,” she hissed in between kisses. “I told you, I can't keep standing. Let’s move to the bed.”
I shook my head unconsciously, muttering. “Too far.”
“What do you mean too far—,” she started, cutting off with a yelp when I wrapped both my hands around her thighs and lifted her. She was already holding on tightly, and I braced her against the door with my body as her legs wrapped around me, too.
I pushed my hips forward, gently but with an undeniable urgency. Sara gasped, squirming when she felt my hard-on press against her sex through her panties. She twisted her fingers into my t-shirt, tugging.
“Off,” she demanded.
I gave a feral grin, before doing as she wanted. I tugged off the shirt and felt her hands working on my belt. I let her undo it as I went back to kissing her. I lowered the unzipped dress over her shoulder, kissed her skin as I exposed it. I cupped one of her breasts over the gaping neckline of the dress. Sara moaned as she tilted her head back, her hands a little clumsy, but I didn’t mind. I wanted in her as fast as possible, but I wanted to take my time to taste her, too.
Definitely later, I promised myself.
I hooked a finger into the bra cup and tugged it out of the way. I groaned as I felt her bare breast in my palm, nipple hardened and rubbing against my skin as I massaged gently. Sara’s legs tightened around me with a gasp as I toyed with her breast.
“Please,” she whimpered, hands clenched at my shoulders. “Please, Noah.”
I let out another groan.
“I really love it when you beg for me, Sara,” I admitted in a whisper.
I pushed her hands out of the way and finished undoing my fly, then nudged my jeans down a little. The position we were in made movement hard, but I didn’t want to move. I wrapped one hand around her waist, my other hand going underneath the skirt of her dress. The skimpy panties she wore were cotton, and it was easy enough to slide the crotch out of the way.
With a bit of squirming and shifting, the head of my cock touched her entrance, and I slid inside her in one long, smooth thrust. Both of us let out a sigh once I was seated deep inside her. It had only been a couple of weeks, but I felt like an addict that had been deprived. I was so overwhelmed for a moment that I didn’t move.
The sound of our breath was loud in the room. My forehead was pressed against Sara’s, my eyes were closed, and I hugged her body to me. Her palms were pressed against my chest, and we were both still for a minute. Then, Sara patted my chest.