I lift my hand up to her head, running my fingers through her hair and holding her closer to me. When her arm wraps around my head, I pick her up and swing her onto my lap.
She meets my lips again, leaving both hands on either side of my face. I’ve never had a woman touch me this way. I’ve never kissed a woman who affected me this way either.
I deepen our movements, not able to get enough. I only get this rush when I’m onstage, but right now, I have nothing on my mind but the way her body feels against mine.
I fucking love it.
The cold air brushes against us, but it does nothing to stop the fire blazing deep within.
My heart pounds as I caress her back and push my hard cock up against her. When she moans into my mouth, it makes what I’m doing snap into my mind.
I promised myself I wouldn’t do this. I promised I would take it slow with her, yet here I am, ready to fuck her on this outdoor furniture like she’s any other girl I’ve been with.
Not with her. Not like this.
I slightly pull back, slowing our kisses until I break free and place my forehead to hers. “I wasn’t lying when I said we should take this slow. I really don’t want to screw this up.”
I watch as she mulls over my words. She sits in silence as her breaths roll over my lips. The slight roll to her hips causes a friction that I feel down to my toes, and it says more than any words. She wants this just as bad as I do. I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from following through with every urge rushing through me right now.
Slowly, she rolls off my body, and my dick wants to slap me for her loss. I close my eyes and drop my head back as the pain of my erection fights through my pants.
Her fingers wrap around mine. “Walk me out?”
When I open my lids, I’m greeted by the angel herself, surrounded by the glow of the fire all around her. We lock eyes and stare for a second as the hunger we both feel radiates through our touch.
Once I feel like I can move and not break my cock in half, I stand and wrap my arm around her.
“I don’t want you to leave, but I’m not sure I can handle being around you and not doing every little thing I want to do to you right now,” I whisper into her head as I kiss the top of it.
I feel the shivers run down her body as goose bumps cover her arms.
A half-laugh escapes me as I urge her forward, knowing if she doesn’t leave soon, I won’t be able to stop myself.
At her car, she opens the door and pauses to turn to me, keeping the door firmly positioned between the two of us.
Smart girl.
“Thanks for dinner,” she says.
I run my finger over her jaw, inhaling a deep breath, nodding while not saying a word. My tongue is tied, and my vision is glued to her lips. I love the way the bottom one is just slightly bigger than the top, and she has this cute freckle on the right side of her top lip.
I brush my finger over the freckle, and she moves her lips to match my motion.
How can a simple touch make me so fucking hard again?
The pain radiating from my zipper makes me look up and into her eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I ask, almost out of desperation.
She leans more into my touch and nods.
“Why don’t you just come over after school? I’ll plan something for the three of us to do.”
“Okay,” she whispers, making it even harder to say good-bye.
“Night, Sarah.”
I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself when I lean in for one last kiss.
When I pull back, she says, “Night, Adam,” before leaning down and getting into her car.
