At Sarah’s house (Part 3)

We made out in the middle of Sarah’s home gym. The silence of the empty house let me hear the rain pouring outside and the arousing wet sounds of our kissing. My tongue was inside Sarah’s mouth, savoring hers with abandon. She ran her hands along my back, grabbing tightly onto my t-shirt from time to time. Soft, erotic moans escaped her, and with my hand in her cheek I could feel her growing hotter.

“Just how are you such an amazing kisser?” she asked, pulling away for a moment and looking at me with unsteady eyes. I don’t think she actually wanted an answer, because she immediately started pecking my lips over and over. Not that I had an answer at all, but boy was I glad she thought so.

My eyes wandered for a moment and I caught a glimpse of our profiles reflected in the mirror. I swallowed my nerves, my hesitation, and a bit of Sarah’s saliva as well. Then I moved to position ourselves so that I could look at the mirror and have a good view of Sarah’s back. I let my own hands roam down her curves until they reached her butt. Firm and tightly packed in her black leggings, I gave it a generous squeeze, watching in the reflection as my fingers sank into it.

Sarah grinned and continued to **** me with soft kisses along my cheek, my jaw and the corner of my lips, letting me fondle her ass as much as I wanted. And as I did, she asked, “My tits or my ass, Oliver?”

Why? WHYYYY? Why is it always that question? Both! The answer is always BOTH! Her tits were big, perfect handfuls and her ass was a work of art! But she wouldn’t let me say that, because that was the boring answer.

I pulled away for only a moment, turned her around so that she was facing the mirror as well and hugged her from behind. “Your ass,” I answered, pressing my erection between her cheeks and moving with slow, delicate thrusts.

Sarah’s breathing got shaky as I did that. She moved one of her hands behind my neck and the other she set on my own behind, pushing it forward and encouraging me to grind harder.

“I see.” She grinned teasingly. “So you hate my tits.”

I was surprised at the low growl I let out as I went to grasp her boobs through her bra. I squeezed them hard, almost kneading them and continued grinding my hard-on on her ass.

Sarah giggled and kept her eyes on the mirror, watching as I practically played with her body. She ground her ass back on me, her breathing steadily becoming heavier and her body growing hotter. I could feel her nipples hardening on my palms.

Assertive. I needed to be more assertive and don’t be afraid to take the lead. Whatever you do, don’t half-ass it. Sarah was enjoying this, and… so was I. The feeling of having her in my arms, so ready and willing for me to do anything to her was… Well, it kind of pushed very specific buttons for me.

I admitted to Grace I was into ‘free use’. The idea of being able to casually walk up to women and have sex with them was perhaps my biggest and dumbest fantasy, one that would only ever be accomplished in my dreams. But this situation… got frighteningly close.

Sarah wasn’t putting up any sort of resistance, nor was she trying to take the lead herself. She was barely even interacting with me. Right now, she was watching us in the mirror, her body reacting delightfully to my every touch. She was enjoying it, and most importantly, she… she was trusting me. I felt it, and it’s hard to explain how amazing and scary that is.

I started kissing up and down her neck, slowly. Then I got three fingers under the hem of her sports bra and pulled it up only by the right side, leaving one of her tits exposed and the other hidden.

“Mmm…!” Sarah shuddered, her hand on my butt giving it a reactive squeeze of her own. She didn’t say anything. She simply kept her eyes on the mirror, watching my hand grasp her naked breast and my fingers pinch the little button on it. “Hhhng!”

God, her moans were so fucking sexy. I wanted to hear more. I moved my other hand from her stomach down to her crotch.

My heart beat wildly and my face burned. She was seriously letting me do this. It made me afraid that I’d do something wrong, that I’d cross an unspoken line… But for the life of me, I wanted to do more. I didn’t want to stop.

I obscenely grabbed and rubbed her small mound over her leggings, not stopping the kneading of her breast and my grinding on her ass. I began to clearly feel her leggings getting moist.

I couldn’t handle it anymore. There was no way she was letting me get away with so much, right?

“Sarah?” I asked, whispering in her ear. “Is this okay?”

She closed her eyes and nodded. She didn’t say anything else. It was strange to see Sarah being so… quiet and passive. But at least there was no doubt in my mind that she was enjoying this.

I let go of her for a single moment. Long enough for me to pull down my pants just enough to get my dick out, pull down her leggings to just above her knees and go back to the exact same position we were in before. I held her breast in one hand, her pussy in the other, and my dick grinding on her now bare ass, staining it with sticky pre-cum.

“Ooooh…” Sarah moaned. Her legs shook and she grabbed and pulled on my pants like it was the only thing keeping her from going crazy.

I slid two fingers inside her pussy, drenched and slick with her juices, and guided them instinctively to what I knew was her g-spot. I also stopped playing with her breast so I could take those fingers to her mouth. Sarah didn’t even think about it. She started sucking on my fingers, moaning, whimpering and running her tongue between them as I found and pleasured her g-spot down below.

“I’m gonna come…!” Sarah gasped, her legs losing strength. “I’m gonna come, Oliver…!”

I kissed her neck again and went back to squeezing her tits, now with fingers covered in her drool. The two fingers inside her focused her sweet spot while also rubbing her walls.

I had to hold tightly onto her as she trembled in place, letting out a drawn out groan as she came. “Hnnnngggg!!!” She got a hand behind my back for support, but her legs bent and I had to help her settle down on the floor.

“Sarah?”

“Give… Give me a moment…” She was panting, her chest heaving and her legs still trembling. Was that a stronger orgasm than the others? Was it because she was pent up? Or was it because…

I fixed my pants, much to my erection’s dismay. Then I waited for Sarah to come down from her high. She started fixing her own clothes and I helped her to her feet. She grabbed my hand, pecked my lips and said, “Come to my room. Please.”