“My room.” I jut my chin toward my bedroom, and a smile spreads over her face. She practically bounces on those ridiculously high heels as she sways her hips. Then she stops outside my door and waits for me to unlock it.
The excitement thrumming through my veins has me scrambling to retrieve my key and unlock the door, then I push it open, and she steps inside. She goes to the small desk lamp beside my bed and turns it on, spinning to face me.
“What now?”
“Now I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself.”
Sienna
“Now I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself.”
My body flushes, and my clit pulsates.Holy shit. Can I do this?
“Take your dress off for me, Sienna. Let me see my girl lying on my bed.” His words rush through my body, and a tsunami of desire floods between my legs. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my entire life.
He whips his hoodie over his head and throws it to the corner of the room, and his pupils dilate as his gaze zeros in on me. I straighten my spine and feign confidence, then kick off my heels and slowly pull my dress over my head, baring myself to him. My breasts bounce, and his heated stare roams over them as he licks his lips.
I ogle the man I love, the one who owns my heart and, in truth, my body too. He just can’t act on it. Guilt flickers through me at the many scars and marks littering his body like a canvas of torture, and I hate the fact I know I contributed to his pain. His muscles flex under my scrutiny, and my core flushes brighter than the stars lining the sky, desperate to be seen. I spin on the balls of my feet and sway toward his bed. His scentencompasses me, and the wetness slips between my legs, coating my thighs, with his cum coating my ass.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and I glance over my shoulder to see him stroking his solid cock over his gym shorts.
“Are you going to get naked too?” I climb onto his single bed and roll onto my back with my head on his pillow and breathe him in. He’s all around me, and I wish for nothing more than for him to be inside me, to feel the weight of his solid body covering me, pinning me down, and forcing me full of him.
He shakes his head, and disappointment lances through my chest, but I try not to show it. I haven’t seen his cock even though I’ve felt the thickness of it in my ass, and I want to. God, do I want to.
“Touch yourself.” His voice is gravelly, and the dark edge to it has me complying in an instant.
Spreading my legs to give him a show, I open them wide, and a thrill zips up my spine when a hiss leaves him. Then I use the pad of my fingers to swipe through the wetness coating them. The deep ache in my ass only adds to my need, and slowly, I brush over my clit, circling it longer on each stroke as my confidence grows from the control I have over him. How his hand disappears into his shorts to fist himself frantically and the way his muscles have become taut with need, have desire seeping from me.
“Fuck, I want to touch you so bad,” he pants out. “So fucking bad.”
I throw my head back against the pillow, desperately willing him to do just that. “Please. Do it.”
The mattress creaks and dips, and I dart my head up in shock at him mounting the bed.
Holy shit.
Holy shit. He’s getting on the bed with me.My breath catches in my throat, and I continue swirling my fingers over myclit, but not too fast. Too fast and I’ll come with his body nestled between my legs, and I want to savor this moment for as long as I can. I want it to last forever.
“Fuck, I can smell you from here, Sienna. I can smell your pussy dripping for me.”
“Yes.” I press harder and arch my back with the shockwaves rippling through me. Oh god, I’m almost there. “Touch me. Please touch me.”
His thick hand tightens on my open thigh, and I moan at his touch. It sears into me, branding me with his ownership.
His Adam’s apple slides slowly down his throat as he stares at the apex of my thighs, then I almost combust when he licks his lips and works his fist faster. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Please touch me.” I try again.
His hand slides off my thigh, and he uses his thick fingers to part my folds.
Oh god.His touch sends a wave of glorious bliss through me. He’s finally touching me how I’ve always wanted.
“Where do you want me to touch?” His eyes dart up to mine, and my heart skips a beat at the intensity behind them. It’s almost like he’s asking me what to do, and my heart swells at the thought.
“Can you put your finger inside me?” I bite on my lip, wondering if he’s willing to go that far. “Push it in and out? Just a little?” My body involuntarily bucks beneath him as if willing him to do it, and when his thick finger moves to my entrance, my finger stills, waiting to feel him there.
“You’re so wet, Princess. Is all this for me?”