Suddenly, he tried a door, mercifully found it unlocked then pulled me into the room behind him. Once the door was shut—and locked—after us, Jonathan stepped toward me, put his hands on my hips and bent to kiss me again. He pushed me backwards until my back was pressed against the door, all the while his lips never losing contact with mine. His tongue explored my mouth, and his beard grazed across my skin, prompting old memories of me fantasizing about how said facial hair would feel between my thighs. I moaned and grabbed his ass, pulling him tightly into my body. I could feel his erection straining against the material of his jeans. Some unspoken command appeared to pass between us, and things picked up a pace. Jonathan’s mouth left mine and started to trail down my face and neck, leaving kisses and nibbles in its wake. At the same time, he slipped his hands under my top and began to slide them up my stomach. When he reached the bottom of my bra, he continued, palming my lace-covered breasts and moaning against my neck as he felt their weight.
