Once we have our hands full of ICEEs, popcorn, and candy, we make our way to the back of the theater. We find a pair of reclining seats and she lifts the armrest between them so we can sit close. The previews haven’t started yet, so we chat quietly and eat our snacks.
“Dad wants to meet you,” she says as she swings her Twizzler around in an absent way. “I want you to meet him too.” She bites on her bottom lip and frowns. “That is, if you want to.”
“You think he’ll like me?”
“He’ll love you,” she assures me quickly. “My dad and I love a lot of the same things.” Her cheeks burn bright red. “Uh, you know what I mean. Not love…love. Like really like.” Then she lets out a choked sound. “Oh, God.”
I chuckle and hug her to me. “I know what you meant, creepy stalker. Of course I’ll meet your dad.”
She giggles and nudges at me with her knee. I pull her leg across my lap and settle my palm on her thigh. Her head tilts up to regard me and the amusement is gone. Leaning forward, I kiss her plump lips that taste like cherry licorice. She parts her lips and kisses me eagerly. Like she missed me too. We kiss heatedly until the previews start playing and the theater darkens. Then, we settle back to watch the movie. Once the theater is dark, I can’t help but steal the moment to look at her.
Her eyes are completely focused on the screen. My mouth waters to taste her neck again, but I refrain. I can’t help but caress her thigh, inching higher and higher. With her leg stretched across my lap, she’s open to me. It makes me wonder if she aches for me between her thighs the same way I ache for her. I brush my thumb along the seam of her jeans, right over her pussy. Her sharp breath emboldens me to do it again. My eyes remain on her profile as she tries desperately to focus on the movie. Her eyes flutter closed, though, when I continue touching her. Leaning over, I bring my mouth to her ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sage. I want to touch you everywhere. It makes me crazy how badly I want to touch you.”
She turns and offers me her plump lips. I kiss her deeply. My hand slides away from her pussy and to her stomach, slipping beneath her hoodie. She tries to get closer to me. I look past us on either side, and thankfully, we’re the only ones on this row. So I take it upon me to bring her closer. Grabbing her hips, I pull her into my lap so she’s straddling my cock that’s trying to rip through my jeans. Both my hands slide up to her breasts under her hoodie. Her breathing is heavy as she kisses me hard. I nearly groan when she rocks her hips, seeking relief the friction against my cock will bring.
I nip at her lip as I drag down the cups of her bra. I wish we were in my bed where I could strip her down and kiss her everywhere. We’re not, so I have to settle for just touching her. Her nipples are firm and peaked beneath my thumbs. I give them each a little pinch that has a mewl crawling up her throat.
“You gotta stop moving those hips, baby,” I whisper against her mouth, “or I’ll come right here in my jeans.”
She smiles, but doesn’t stop her movement.
“Sage,” I warn, slightly twisting her nipples.
A small moan escapes her that I swallow down with a hard kiss. She slows her rocking and eventually stops. I reverently run my thumbs along her breasts before kissing her sweetly.
“I want so much more than what we can do here in the theater,” I murmur.
“Me too.”
She pecks my lips and then slides back into the seat beside me. I thread my fingers with hers and kiss her knuckles. Everywhere she touches me is like a balm to all the hurt I’ve suffered in my life.
“One day soon,” I promise her.
“I can’t wait.”
Sage
The shower water is so warm I don’t want to get out. In here, I can let my thoughts about Mars run free. After our date yesterday, he promised we’d do more than just kissing and touching. The kissing and touching is so hot though. I can’t imagine what it would be like to feel him inside of me.
The thought sends my hand between my thighs. My eyes shut and I pretend Mars’s hand is there instead of mine. A hard knock on the bathroom door scares the hell out of me, and I’m ripped from my fantasy world.
I press my hand against my heaving chest. “Yes?” I call, poking my head out of the shower.