Sienna
The penthouse was a spacious open plan with a wall of bay windows leading to a large terrace.There were three closed doors I assumed were bedrooms, and maybe an office.
After a roast beef dinner with crispy veggies, Jake had served profiteroles he’d confessed to having bought.We’d cleared up and put the dishes away while I’d mostly listened to his deep voice.Silas and he had met twenty years ago and were friends and business partners.The penthouse was where he’d stayed most of the time, and he owned a couple of cabins somewhere in the state.
Now, we were on the sofa.I was barefoot and seated between his spread legs with my back to his chest while he grazed light fingertips from my shoulder to my wrist.The only source of light in the vast room came from the fireplace.He loved nature, and he was into skiing, hiking, and all types of outdoorsy stuff.
With my glass in hand, I gazed at the underside of his jaw.“You really like the outdoors.”
His lips grazed my temple.“What are you into?”
“You mean like sports?”
His low chortle reverberated against my back.“Sports, hobbies.”
“Apart from writing and dancing?”
The vibrations from his chest got stronger.Then, he took the glass from my hand to set it on the side table.When I started to shift, he wrapped a strong arm across my belly.
“Stay still.”
The words spoken against the shell of my ear birthed a shiver, and I melted against him.
His mouth opened against the side of my neck.“I know what you might like.”
As his warm palm glided up my arm, goosebumps littered my whole body.At my shoulder, his fingers spread and descended to my breast.
“You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”
My hard nipples tingled.“N-no.”
The prickle of his stubbly jaw in the crook of my neck rippled to my lower belly.Then, he kneaded my breast, and wet flooded between my legs.
The growl of his voice skittered over my skin.“You’re wet, sweetheart?”
Before I could answer—not sure I would have been able to form words—he pinched my nipples between his fingers, and my back arched while I dug the back of my head into his chest.He rolled them.My clit pulsed, and I squeezed my thighs together.
I was breathless and trembling when Jake hand slid under the skirt of my dress.
“Open your legs, Sienna.”
My body was under his will, so my legs instantly parted.His deft fingers delved into my panties.
The gravelly hum of his voice caressed the shell of my ear.“Did you wax for me, sweetheart?”
My voice had stopped working, so I nodded.I thought I did.He stroked back and forth over my clit, and the pulsating heat spread over my whole body.I rocked my hips against his hand.When the pad of his finger pressed in slow circles, my belly clenched, and I orgasmed in a half scream.
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Jake
She’d come hard and fast again.Hadn’t even put a finger in.I patted her smooth pussy and kissed her hair.
Now, a little more of the sentimental shit, then I would be able to send her home.The fast-coming Morrison girl touched my hand between her legs.
Lifting it to her mouth, she kissed the middle of my palm before twisting at the waist to look at me.“Your turn,” she whispered.
She knelt on the floor between my legs and reached for the waistband of my jeans.