I cupped the side of her face with one hand and pulled her mouth to mine, and the kiss wasn't gentle. It had four years of missing her behind it and it hit us both at the same time, her hands grabbing the front of my jacket and mine sliding into her hair and pulling her closer until there wasn't any space left between us.
She tasted the same—felt the same. And the sound she made against my mouth when I deepened the kiss and caught her bottom lip between my teeth sent a jolt straight through my groin that reminded me exactly how long it had been.
I pulled her onto my lap right there on the step, and she came willingly, swinging her leg over and settling her weight across my thighs. Her hands went to my shoulders and mine went to her waist, gripping her curves, and when she rocked against me I started to swell.
"God, I missed you so bad, baby." She rolled her hips again and I groaned and tightened my grip on her waist. "Don't tease me, Sara." She pulled back just enough to look at me. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were dark and heavy.
"I'm not teasing, Garret. Do you want me or not?"
I reached between us and went for the button on her jeans. She lifted her hips off my lap just enough for me to get them open and shove them down her thighs along with her underwear. She kicked one leg free and that was enough.
She reached for my belt and worked it open with trembling hands. When she got my jeans undone and wrapped her hand around me, I dropped my head against her shoulder and exhaled through gritted teeth.
"Oh, my God," she mumbled, and the way her voice dropped when she said it made my blood run hot.
"Oh, wow," I groaned as my head arched back, and I slid my hand between her thighs to find her warm and slick. She sucked in a breath when my fingers pressed against her clit. "You…" I started but stopped, too dumbfounded by how fast this was happening to form words.
"Yeah, me…" she whispered, covering my lips with hers again. This time she was hungry, searching my mouth and leaning into my touch. I groped a tit and growled into her mouth, and she grinded her pelvis against my hand.
"Garret." Her voice was thin and strained and I could feel her thighs trembling as I worked my fingers into her and found her heat slick and inviting. Every stroke made her whimper and mewl unintelligible sounds that I swallowed as I continued to kiss her.
"Relax a little… You know me. You know I can make you feel good." I curled my fingers and pressed my thumb against her clit and watched her face. I knew what she looked like when she was close to orgasm because I'd memorized it years ago and never forgotten. The pinch in her brow and the way her lips parted and the shallow quick breathing that meant she was right on the edge.
"Come on, baby. Let me have this one."
Her thighs clamped tight around my hips as her pussy clenched on my fingers, and her body went rigid on my lap. She came with a moan she buried against my neck, and I felt her pulse around my fingers in waves. The twitching and convulsions started almost immutably, then her teeth sunk into my neckhard, muffling the moan of pleasure that probably would've been heard all the way across the street at the bar otherwise.
Then her grinding slowed, and my thrusts shallowed. Her body relaxed, pussy no longer squeezing me, but she twitched every time I brushed over her clit. It was encouraging that I could still get her off so quickly, but I still had a need.
"Christ," I growled quietly, trying hard to let her have the moment, but my dick physically hurt, my balls so tight it was painful.
"G…" she whispered, and again I hadn't heard her whisper that in years. It did things to my chest and my mind. And then she gripped my dick and lifted her hips, sliding me through her messy juices until she slid my head into her and sank around it.
The sensations were overwhelming. No real sex in four years meant my ability to hold out was gone. My stamina, the way I could go for hours if she wanted, I couldn't do that now if I tried.
"God, Sara." I held still for a second with my forehead pressed against hers and both hands gripping her hips. Being inside her again was enough to make my head swim. "You have no idea what this feels like."
"I've got a pretty good idea." She braced her hands on my shoulders and started to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that was slow and deep and deliberate. "Don't stop."
I matched her pace and then pushed it, pulling her down onto me harder with each thrust. She gasped and her nails bit into the skin at the back of my neck, hands pulling me toward her mouth for another scorching kiss.
13
SARA
Garret's hands on my hips were guiding me, but I didn't need the help. My body remembered how to move with him. Every roll of my hips found the right angle and every downstroke pulled him deeper, and the groan that rumbled out of his chest told me he felt it too.
Four years hadn't erased a thing. The way we fit together, the rhythm we fell into without thinking, all of it came back the second I started moving.
I had my fingers curled around the back of his neck and my knees pressed tight against his sides and he felt incredible. But my mind was warring with me, agonizing over how many times I had dreamed of this, so why couldn't I let myself enjoy it?
"Slower," he said through his teeth. "You're going to finish me if you keep that up."
"Maybe I want to," I told him, and I meant it. I didn’t want to rush it to be over but the battle inside my head had me on the verge of tears. I wanted him—I didn't want this back and forth.But I also didn't want this to finish and him to pull away and say we couldn't be together again. I couldn’t take it if he did that.
"Not yet." He gripped my hips tighter and forced me into a pace that was agonizing for both of us. Long, deep rolls that let me feel him drag against every nerve on the way out and stretch me wide on the way back in. I braced harder against his shoulders and bit my lip, trying to hold the rhythm he'd set, but my thighs were shaking and the friction was building me toward another orgasm.
He slid one hand up under my t-shirt and found my breast through the bra, kneading and squeezing as he filled me. I arched into his palm and the angle shifted and he went deeper and I heard myself moan so loud.
