Chapter Seven

Noah It was broad daylight, but I didn’t care as I took Sara with me back to my dorm. When I gave the offer, I wasn't entirely serious. I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if she would be. It turned out, my earlier impression of her was right; once she gave herself over to passion, she didn’t let her nervousness hold her back. The girl I dragged into my room with me looked so different from the girl I met when I left.

“Should I be in here?” She asked, voice quiet.

“No,” I said, and locked the door as it closed.

My roommates shouldn’t be back until late, I thought as I led Sara over to my bed. I took my phone out and told them to warn me before they showed up, or they’d be locked out for the night.

Then, I turned to Sara and grinned. “Don’t worry. We won't be interrupted.”

Her eyebrows jumped up, and she glanced at the other beds. But when I sat down and wrapped my arms around her, her attention focused on me. I liked that a lot, and I grinned, right before I took her face between my hands and kissed her. She kissed back with enthusiasm, arms wrapped around my neck as she pressed her body against mine.

We kissed, long and wet, until we were both panting for breath. I pulled back with a groan, ducked my head into her neck, and left open-mouthed kisses on her skin. I nibbled lightly on her collarbones, and used my tongue to soothe the skin. Sara rewarded me with a whimper.

She pressed her hands to my shoulders, and I paused, thinking she was pushing me away. I let her do as she pleased, and I was surprised when she reached behind her and undid the zipper of her dress, then eased it down around her shoulders. Pleasantly so.

“You didn’t have to,” I said, eyebrows jumping up as I smirked. “I’d love to undress you.”

Her lips pursed, shy for a moment, before she matched my smirk and put her hands back on my shoulders.

“Why don’t you let me do that this time?”

My eyes widened when she threw a leg around my thighs, so that she straddled me. Then, her fingers clenched in my hair and tilted my head back as she pressed her lips against mine.

I was surprised for a moment at her taking the lead. It was so fucking hot, though, and I was already hard in my jeans just thinking how far she would be willing to go.

Her hands slid away from my hair, moved down my neck, before they smoothed their way down to my chest. I moaned lightly when her hands gently kneaded my chest. I slid my hands around her waist, being careful not to hold her too tightly. Sara lowered her hips, her knees moving to hug my hips as she sat on my lap, and I gasped when that rubbed her against my hard-on.

“Fuck, Sara,” I muttered, breathless.

She rolled her hips as she licked my mouth, and I groaned, long and low. Then, she stopped, and my hands tightened reflexively around her waist because I didn’t want her to move. It was such delicious torture.

Sara wasn’t going anywhere, though. Instead, she caught the bottom of her dress and tugged it up and over her head, before she threw it over her shoulder. With sure hands she caught the bottom of my t-shirt and I raised my arms to help her pull it off. When she molded her body to mine, I growled a little in my chest. I didn’t work out much, but I kept fit and compared to me, her body felt so soft.

“Do you mind?” I asked, hand behind her back, touching the clasp of her bra.

She shook her head, and I released the clasp. She moved just far enough to slip it off, before she pressed herself against me once more, and the feel of her bare breasts against my chest as she sat on my clothed dick was almost enough to set me off.

I recaptured her lips, the sense of urgency from before when I dragged her into my dorm room almost completely gone in an oblivion of exploration. I wanted to get in her as quickly as possible, to give her pleasure, to come myself. But this was nice, too, and I found I didn’t mind taking my time.

We naturally shifted until I had her pressed against my bed with me above her. My mouth didn’t move from hers as we moved, and Sara’s limbs moved around me, hugging me to her. My breathing became ragged as I rocked my hips against hers, nudging her sex through her panties with my still covered erection. I wanted to take my clothes off quickly, but she wasn’t releasing me, and I didn’t mind the position we were in, either.

Then, Sara groaned, and her hands circled to my chest, pushing a little.

“Give me some room,” she muttered.

She didn’t let me get too far, her thighs gripped tight to my hips. She pushed, and I went along with what she wanted until she rolled us over and sat on top of me. I bit down on my lip when she sat on my dick, her hips rocking against me.

“I’ll come if you do that,” I groaned, holding tight to her hips to keep her still. “It’s the whole idea, but I want to be inside you first.”

Sara giggled, smiling almost shyly as she slid lower on my thighs. Her hands started to undo my belt, and my breath hitched in my throat as I watched her take it off before she dropped it to the floor. Then, she undid my fly, and I cooperated by lifting my hips as she carefully slipped my jeans down my legs. She crawled back up once she had the pants off, eyes on my dick, and I sucked in a sharp breath when it looked like she was leaning down.

No fucking way.

She was a virgin just yesterday, I didn’t think she was going to blow me, but it was a nice thought for next time.

I’m already thinking about next time.

There was no way I could just lay down and do nothing even if she was up for it. I was a little too fired up. I was already too close to coming, so when she gripped me through my briefs, I quickly pulled her hand away and rolled her over, so she was back underneath me.

I reached for my pants to take out the condom in my pocket. She arched her eyebrows at me, but whatever amusement she was trying to show me was ruined by her image right then. In nothing but her panties, face a little flushed and lips wet and swollen as she panted for breath, she was breathtaking. Quickly, I tossed off my boxers and put on the condom.

I paused, considered how badly I wanted to be inside of her and tugged her panties off her legs.

“Don’t look,” Sara mumbled, shy again.

Even though she said it, she didn’t move to close her legs. With one hand holding the base of my cock, I reached out my other hand. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and watched as she shuddered out a breath, and her thighs trembled. I moved my fingers lower and slid one finger inside her, then a second. I thrust in a couple of times before I pulled my fingers out and stuck them in my mouth to lick off her juices.

Sara groaned and lifted her arms out to me.

“Come here,” she demanded.

I lowered my body on top of hers, my cock wedged thickly against her hot folds. I shifted until the head pressed against her entrance, and our eyes held as I slid slowly inside her. Just like before, I waited until she nodded her head before I moved.

“Do it,” she said. “Fuck me, Noah.”

I sighed, ducked down to kiss her as I rocked my hips against hers, and started with slow, shallow thrusts. With every slide into her, I pulled back a little farther, moved a little deeper, a little harder.

I nibbled lightly on her lips, broke off the kiss and moved my lips down her neck. Sara kept her hands in my hair, soft moans and whines slipped out of her mouth as I picked up my pace until I was fucking her deep and hard. One of my hands squeezed at her breast gently, fingers teased at the nipple, while I found that spot that made her turn almost inside out along the side of her neck.

Sweat dripped down my skin, and it felt a little ticklish. Sara didn’t even seem to notice when the droplets fell on her skin. I pulled back far enough to see her face, and her expression was twisted with pleasure. Her eyes were closed, but as if sensing I was looking at her, they fluttered open, and her gaze met mine.

I couldn’t read what was in her dark brown eyes, but again, I felt that stuffy feeling in my chest. Wanting to get away from it, I ducked my head into her shoulder as I moved my hips even faster and harder. Fuck. I groaned, feeling little shocks of electricity running up and down my spine. My balls tightened, drawing up into my body. I fisted a hand into the sheets, trying to hold back until she came first.

Then, I felt her walls convulse around my cock, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I climaxed right behind her, gasping as my body jerked, and my hips gave a few more thrusts before overwhelming pleasure swamped me.

Our bodies rocked slowly together through the orgasm, slowly going still as we calmed down. Ignoring the little aftershocks, I rolled us over until I was on my back and Sara lay on my chest.

“That was amazing,” I heard her sigh, her warm breath a wash over my chest.

I hummed, but kept my eyes closed, saying nothing. If my roommates didn’t come back for a long while, I wouldn’t mind going another round. Right then, because I felt I could, I kept my arms around Sara, holding her to my chest. As my eyes closed, I thought about how I wouldn’t mind if she slept in my bed tonight. If only I could trust my roommates not to come back and be a nuisance.

Maybe we could go back to her room, and I can leave early in the morning.

I didn’t dare ask, but I did daydream.