Page 23 of One Wild Night

"I wanted to thank you. Ryan, this weekend has been...amazing." Siena blushed, playing with her hands. I'd never seen her so unsure of herself before, and it was both endearing and humbling. I crossed the room, pulling her into my arms.

"You willalwaysbe my perfect woman, Siena. From today on, I’ll compare everyone I meet to you, and I know they'll never come close."

"You can't say things like that to me, Ryan." She smiled sadly, making me want to reach up to caress her cheek. "We both know what will happen if we get carried away."

"When is Tony's car coming for you today?" I asked, brushing her hair away from her face. I knew she was right, but I needed her to know how fucking special she was. Siena tilted her face into my hands.

"Later this afternoon," she whispered, looking deep into my eyes.

"We should eat, then. We don’t have much time left." I smiled sadly, moving away. "I take it you'd like to shower before you go later?" I couldn’t join her like I had yesterday because I knew we would get too carried away. She nodded as I pulled a chair out for her and poured us both a cup of coffee.

We tucked into our late breakfast, and shit, I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until that moment. We hadn’t really eaten that much this weekend.

"Slow down! You'll get indigestion," Siena giggled, taking a bite of her pancake.

"I must have worked up an appetite in the last few days," I smirked.

"I'm not surprised. You're like a damn machine, Ryan. Where do you find the energy?"

"I didn't hear you complaining. You did a lot of screaming, moaning, and keening, but no complaining."

"I'm definitely not complaining," she smiled. "Actually, I was hoping we'd have time for at least one more round before I go." I dropped my fork and stared at her. Hell fucking yes. I was always ready for that sweet pussy of hers—screw the food. "I understand if you're tired. I was just..."

I pushed my plate away, almost finished anyway. "Stand up, baby," I smoldered, moving over to the side of my table that wasn't set for breakfast. I was going to finish eating, but she was going to be my meal. Siena stood, and I couldn't mistake the desire in her eyes. Oh, my girl wanted this...bad.

When I reached her, I lifted her up onto the table and took the seat in front of her, pushing her back against the wood. Fuck, I realized she had no panties on as I pulled her toward my face, sliding my shirt up her body.

"I'm going to fuck you with my tongue right here, Siena," I cooed, running my fingers into her already slick folds. All she could do was moan wantonly. "Then I'm going to have you in my bed one last time, and rip my fucking shirt from your body." That had her whimpering and thrashing before my tongue had even made contact with her sex. "I'm going to miss this, baby. I’m going to miss you and I've only had you for one weekend." I groaned, slowly licking up and down her folds.

"Oh god...deeper! Use your fingers, Ry...Ry...Ryan," she begged.

"No, baby...I'm taking my time with this. I want tosavoryou," I teased against her center.

She was so wet. I lapped up everything and kept her on the edge for half an hour before finally letting her fall down around me.

"You're such a fucking tease," Siena glared as I pulled her up into my arms to carry her back to my bed.

"I'm savoring you...just like I warned you I would." I grinned, setting her on her feet once we were back in my bedroom. Now was the time to rip that shirt from her body. I had what, a few hours left with her at the most? I could do a lot in that time.

"What about me savoring you?" she mused, running her hands down my bare chest and then tracing her fingertips across the top of my sweats.

"I didn't think..."

"Let me savor you, too. Please, Ryan?" Siena purred, pushing me down onto my bed. My dick stood at attention the moment I hit my mattress. My goddess slowly began undoing each of the buttons on her shirt as she moved to straddle me, but it was too fucking slow.

"Just let me do one thing," I said, sitting up. Siena looked confused until I ripped her shirt open in one swift movement, sending the buttons flying in every direction. "That's better," I smirked, leaning back down.

"This was your shirt, Ryan." She rolled her eyes at me as she peeled out of the remaining material.

"I know. I have plenty of others, and it was worth it." I grinned, gazing over her now naked body as her tiny hands worked on pulling my sweats off.

"Do you think Tony will be pissed at us for doing this? I mean, I know it was his fault, but what if he didn’t think we’d go through with it?" I asked in concern, hissing as her hands stroked my cock. I was worried for her, honestly. I could take care of myself when it came to that fucker, but I didn’t want him losing his shit and hitting her or something.

"I don’t give a fuck about Tony right now. He said I could do whatever I wanted with you until the car picked me up on Sunday afternoon and that’s what I’m doing." Trust Tony, the stupid motherfucker, to take a few hours away from me. The bet had been until the evening, but I wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. It would only be a few hours I was losing at most, and I’d already fucked Sienna in every way imaginable. Well, I kept telling myself it didn’t bother me, but it really fucking did!

"Fuck, Siena," I groaned as she positioned her soaking heat over my cock. "What about the condom?" I panted. She leaned over, picking one up from the nightstand. I had the joy of her breasts near my face and couldn't resist taking a lick.

"Right now, I want to show you you're not the only one who can fuck hard," she purred, rolling the condom down my length. Fuck, even that felt good. "Are you ready for me, Ryan?" She smiled wickedly, and without waiting for a response, she slowly eased herself onto me.

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