Page 38 of Beauty
“Next time I stick that in your ass,” she pants, “I want your cock in my pussy.”
Chuckling, I pull her against me. “Give me a few minutes, baby. I’m pretty sure my soul just left my body.”
As I massage the expanse of Sienna’s gorgeous body, steam and the scent of her body wash engulfing me, my mind is still orbiting somewhere in space.
Without thinking, I dip low and press my mouth to hers. She nips at my lip in return, and only then, as the sharp sting registers, do I return to my senses.
Need and longing swirl through me, but those sensations are quickly followed by dread. Fuck. This is so much more than sex. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t take her back into that bedroom and sink inside her gently.If I do, if I rock into her whilestaring into her eyes, I know I’ll topple right over the edge into a dangerous type of emotion.
Despite that, I can’t pull myself away. My fingers tingle as they skate down her body and dip between her thighs. When I force my finger in, she gasps into my mouth.
“Sore,” she mumbles, eyes closed.
I don’t stop. “Remember your word,” I murmur, dragging my lips across her cheek. I push her wet hair behind her ear and kiss the sensitive spot just below it. “Work through it with me. Let me use this tight cunt. Let me pull one more orgasm from you. Then we’re going out to dinner. We’ll dance, and then I’ll pull you onto my lap while we eat dinner and fuck you in a room full of people.”
She clenches around my fingers, already gushing.
“Feel better?” I ask as I add another finger.
She responds by humping my hand.
I stop my movements and pull back. Yes, her actions make her answer clear, but I want her to tell me. I crave her words.
“Yes. Please, Noah. I need your cock. Fuck me.”
Groaning, cock straining against her thigh, I pull my hand free and suck her taste from my fingers. “Put your hands on the wall and bend over for me.”
As she obeys, her movements languid, I step out of the shower and dart into the bedroom for a condom. I roll it on and give my length a tug as I step back into the bathroom and survey her through the foggy glass separating us.
Impatience swirls through me, so I quickly step back into the shower, my dick still in my hand, and clutch her hip. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
The warning is more for me than for her. I’ve never needed someone or something more in my entire life. It’s terrifying. I should stop. I should back away. She’s going to wreck me foranyone else in the future, but fuck if I don’t want to be wrecked by her.
So, hand shaking, I grip her a little harder and notch myself at her entrance. Like she can sense my nerves, and probably feel my shaking hand, she adjusts so she’s resting her weight on one elbow and then she rests her other hand over mine, threads our fingers and squeezes.
As my heart cracks open and warmth floods my body, I slide inside her.
It’s too late to go back now. She owns me.
Warmth rushes through me as her walls clamp down. She feels so fucking right. I curl over her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, and we both sigh in relief.
I’ll never come back from this. I’ll never recover. She’s completely and irrevocably changed me. And as I sink inside her repeatedly, I relish it. Because why the fuck would I ever want to undo what I’ve just done?
For the next twenty-four hours, Sienna allows me, and encourages me, to use her over and over again. I pleasure her with my fingers at dinner, teasing her beneath the table while the waiter takes our order. As we listen to live music, I push inside her while she sits on my lap. While the people around us sway to the beat, she writhes on my dick, coming with her teeth sunken into my shoulder. I wake her in the middle of the night with my tongue on her clit and a toy shoved into her ass. She squirts all over the sheets, and while she’s still a whimperingmess, I shove my dick inside her and fuck her until she’s begging for me to stop.
She doesn’t say butterfly. Not even when I flip her over, cover my sheathed dick in lube, and slide inside her other hole. No, the wanton thing pushes back against me and rubs her clit until she comes again.
We sleep late into the morning, have lunch on the beach, and do it all over again. When she turns on her phone to check in for her flight, a million messages pop up, and she disappears out the door, telling me she needs to make a few calls.
My stomach ties itself in knots as I realize I only have a matter of hours left with her. Tomorrow we leave this island, and I’m not even close to ready. With a long breath out, I walk out onto the deck and stare up at the midnight sky. The moon and the stars sparkle so damn bright here. Just like Sienna.
In a matter of days, I’ll be back in Minnesota. Back in the cold. The winters are brutal. So dark and long.
Fuck.Get out of your head.
The last thing I want is to ruin the night with this shitty mood. She’s not gone yet. We’re not done.
I pull out my phone and FaceTime War. Talking to him always puts me in a better mood.
