Except… last night, I didn’t intend for it to be. Last night, while she was naked beneath me and I had my hands all over her, I had every intention of doing this again. And again. As many times as she begged me for it, as many times as I want her.
Which, in the end, would be forever.
It can’t be. I have to let her go.
She stretches like a cat, and the movement makes the sheet slip down, revealing the curve of her breast. I hadn’t thought I could get any harder, that it was possible, but I discover that it is. My cock swells, throbbing in the space between our bodies, and Sienna’s hand drops, wrapping around the middle of my thick length.
I suck in a sharp, hissing breath. “Sienna?—”
Her lips curl up in a mischievous smile as she loosely strokes her hand upward, exploring me, mapping out the throbbing veins. “How are you feeling?” I grit out between my teeth, trying my best to focus while her delicate hand strokes my cock.
It makes it almost impossible to think.
She looks up, that smile tilting her lips up further. “Sore,” she murmurs, a blush creeping up her neck as she says it. My cock pulses in her hand; I love her blushes. I love the sight of her skin turning pink for me, flushing with arousal,becauseof me.
I should hate it, but I don’t.
“But good sore,” she clarifies. “Amazing sore. I like that you made me feel this way.” Her voice drops to a hushed whisper, and I feel pre-cum leak from the head of my cock. Dripping on her fingers… my jaw clenches, and I struggle to maintain my control. I want to roll her onto her back and fuck her, but she just said she wassore.
What kind of man still wants to fuck something so sweet, so innocent, when she said she’s in pain?
“I could go draw you a bath,” I suggest through gritted teeth, andSienna smirks, her hand tightening around my shaft. I groan, a pained sound that tears from my lips.
“Maybe later,” she purrs, her hand stroking upward, thumb finding the soft spot just beneath the tip. “Right now, I want to play with you.”
Christ. The sweet, innocent sound of her voice as she says something so filthy makes me feel as if I could come in her fist right now. My cock throbs. “Sienna—” My voice comes out strained, and I don’t know if it’s a plea or a warning.
“I like the sounds you make when I touch you,” she murmurs. “I want to hear you make them again.”
Before I can respond, her hand slides down to the base of my cock, making my head spin with the pressure and sensation, and she pushes the sheet back with her other hand, exposing us both. I stare at her, slender and perfect in the morning light, tanned and freckled, her strawberry-blonde hair a wild mess around her face as she pushes her hair back and leans down.
“I like the way you taste,” she murmurs, and then her lips are around my cockhead, delicate tongue lapping at my pre-cum.
Fucking Christ—it takes everything in me not to come then and there, not to burst in her mouth and fill it with my hot cum. My head falls back on the pillows, one hand gripping her thigh as the other fists in the sheets, and I lose myself to the feeling of her lips stretched around the tip of my cock, her tongue lapping and swirling, the blissful, ecstatic sensation of her mouth on me.
She’s heaven. Every part of her. And I’m a walking piece of hell, which means I should never have come anywhere near her.
But I did.
Her hand grazes my balls again, touching the scars, and this time, when she slides that same hand down my thigh, I know she must be able to feel the scars there. But once again, she doesn’t ask. She just keeps stroking me, sucking, pushing me closer to the edge of the pleasure I’m growing desperate for, and I wonder, in the back of my head, if she’s not asking because she’s giving me the chance to tell her myself.
To open up to her of my own volition, the way she did with me. To trust her enough to tell her the things I’ve never talked about with anyone.
Her mouth slides down over me, taking as much as she can while her hand strokes me, and I reach up, running my fingers through her soft hair. She slides her mouth off of me with a suckingpop, and looks sideways at me, breathless, her lips glistening.
“Is this what you like?” she whispers. “I wanted you to teach me how you like it?—”
“You’re perfect.” I suck in a breath, aching for her to touch me again. “It’s perfect,dorogoy.Keep doing that.”
For long, drawn-out minutes, I lose myself in that, in her. In her touch, in her mouth, in the wet heat of her, her soft moans around my cock, as if pleasuring me is turning her on, too. And itis. When I reach up, dipping my hand between her thighs, I find her slick and wet, dripping for me.
With one swift movement, I hook my arm around her waist, pulling her atop me so that her knees are on either side of my head, tugging her dripping pussy down to my waiting mouth as she gasps around my cock.
“Don’t stop,” I growl, my tongue darting out to lick her from her clit to the tight muscle between the cheeks of her perfect ass. “I want my cock in your mouth when you come on mine,zhena.”
She moans, and I pull her down tight against my face, devouring her. The pleasure of her mouth around my cock is magnified a hundredfold by this, the taste and heat of her on my tongue, her vibrating cries as I lick her closer and closer to her climax.
When she loses control, her thighs squeezing around me as she starts to shudder and buck on my tongue, coating it in her sweet release, I let go too. I feel her mouth tighten around me, her movements sloppy and uncontrolled as she comes hard on my tongue, and I pump spurt after spurt of hot cum into her mouth, into her throat as we come together.
