Page 63 of Unforeseen Love

Sienna looks up from her book, her cheeks tinged with a blush, and I know she must have already been at a spicy scene because instead of working from my laptop like I was supposed to, I’ve been sitting across from her, watching her read instead.

The way her breathing changed, the slight flare of her nostrils. How her throat bobbed up and down when she swallowed, her tongue flicking out and licking her perfectly plump lips. I move my laptop next to me and get to my feet, stalking towards her. She leans her head back to look up at me.

I hold my hand out and raise an eyebrow in challenge. I love to watch how far she’ll go when I push her and how much pleasure I can evoke from her when she lets go of her inhibitions.

“What’s the matter, Morticia, you chicken?” I goad.

Just as I had anticipated, challenge accepted. She reaches for my hand, and I swiftly haul her to her feet.

I lead her to her room without a word, accompanied only by our intermingled breathing as background noise. Pulling her back against my chest, I move her hair off her shoulder so I can access her throat and blow on it gently before kissing it softly, and then I release her and take a step back.

She turns to face me now, and I nod towards her bedside cabinet, where I am almost sure she keeps the vibrator that brought her pleasure.

Sienna goes over and, sure enough, pulls out a plain white drawstring bag, opens it and holds it upside down where a tube of lube and a five-inch vibrator fall to the bed.

I walk over and pick it up. Not only is it rigged for her pleasure, but it also has rabbit ears. I should know. I did, after all, buy Orla countless toys, but she just wasn’t into them, which is fine. Not that I am comparing Sienna to Orla. Sienna is everything I never knew I was missing and everything I want for a future.

Glancing up at her face, her eyes are cast down as she watches me studying her battery-operated friend.

“Nifty,” I say, taking a moment to press every button to gauge their settings. Then, picking up the lube, I pop off the cap and begin coating the vibrator.

All the while, I can feel her watching, and it has me hardening in my joggers, which likely gives me away.

“Do you like me getting your toy ready for you?”

She looks up at me, her lips parted. “No one else has ever touched Ronnie.”

I laugh at her name for it but then grow serious. “I’m glad to hear it. Now lose the clothes.”

It takes her less than thirty seconds to be standing before me naked. I love the small trail of curly hair she has covering her sweet little pussy.

“Back against the headboard.” I put a knee on the bed as she shuffles into position.

She reaches out for it.

“Nah-ah, open your legs.”

Her eyes flick between the vibrator and my face. “But I thought you wanted me to show you how I pleasured myself?” Her cheeks heat crimson.

I shake my head. “I did, but now I want to pleasure you. Now open your legs.”

She bites down on her soft, plump bottom lip and does as I ask.

“Good girl.”

I dip my head between her thighs, darting out my tongue. I lick the length of her, and she arches into me, and then I pull back.

She lets out a groan. “Tease.”

Glancing up, I hit the button on her vibrator. “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby.”

She bites her lip as I slide it between her slick, wet folds.

“Do you like that?” I ask, flicking my eyes to her face and then back to her glistening pussy.

When she doesn’t answer, I draw it back, and she levels me with a glare.

It takes everything in me not to laugh at the look of disdain she’s throwing my way. “I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” I cup the side of my ear and turn my head for emphasis.

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