Page 27 of Scorching Sienna

“But no one will see this.” Sienna’s words draw me forward, the movement catching Yvonne’s eye.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Yvonne says loudly.

With a sly smile and a wink, she approaches me, stuffing a pair of thigh-high sheer black stockings into my suit pocket.

“You have half an hour.” She disappears, leaving me alone with Sienna.

“How does this even work?” Sienna’s voice is exasperated.

I approach the curtain, slowly pulling it open to reveal a sight I only thought possible in my dreams.

Fucking curves for days packed into thin pieces of red lace. My eyes are everywhere, all at once. Feeding. Drinking in.

The tiny mole on her right shoulder blade. The two dimples on her lower back. The goosebumps covering every inch of her skin. The curve of her ass where it meets her thigh. The faded red mark on her left ass cheek that makes my hand itch.

Sienna’s gaze meets mine in the mirror, a gasp leaving her mouth before she spins around.

I scan her body as her hands fly up, trying to cover parts of her that she feels vulnerable about. Her breasts. Her sweet pussy.

Seconds tick by, and it turns into minutes as we stand there, me leisurely taking my fill of her while she blushes the same shade as the set she is wearing. I don’t miss the sweep of her eyes over my body, the unchecked lust as she gawks at me, making my cock hard.

I finally move, sitting in the chair to the right of the dressing room.

“Sienna,” I greet, pulling the stockings from my pocket.

“Damon,” Sienna squeaks, her eyes darting to the curtain and beyond, looking for Yvonne.

“Come here.” Sienna’s gaze snaps back to mine, her mind working furiously as she calculates her choices, assesses the situation, and sifts through her feelings toward it.

Finally, she takes a step forward and then another one when I eye the spot on the floor directly in front of me.

“Foot.” I pat my knee, not breaking eye contact with her.

She looks at my leg and then back at me before slowly raising her leg so that her foot rests on my thigh.

I roll one of the stockings on my thumbs until it is bunched up, ready to meet the flesh it will showcase.

She lifts her foot, dipping it into the opening, before I slowly start rolling the sheer material up her foot, ankle, and calf. My fingers graze her skin through the thin fabric, squeezing her lungs as her breath quickens.

I lean forward slightly, her foot now resting on my thigh as I move the material over her knee and further up. My fingers finally meet her flesh as the band of the stockings hugs her leg.

My hand continues up her outer thigh, my face inches from her inner leg, my breath ghosting across her skin. Inhaling deeply, I can smell her arousal, the hand covering her sweet cunt doing nothing to assuage the intoxicating scent of her desire.

I grab the clip for her suspenders and attach it to the stocking, my hand lingering on her smooth skin before I repeat the process on the other side.

By the time I am finished, Sienna is panting, and her leg is shaking.

Her eyes are closed, and her hand is cupping her pussy, her middle finger pushed hard against her clit.

“Turn around and bend over. Fingers touching toes.” Sienna's eyes fly open, and in them, I see only lust and excitement.

She turns slowly and bends even slower, the seductiveness of the action not conscious on her part. It’s natural. Not taught. Not forced. No effort needed.

Her gorgeous ass is at eye level with me, and in this light, I can see the fading mark from last night clearly, the outline of my fingers on her pristine skin stroking the possessive feeling in me.

Only I could touch her in this way.

My hand makes contact with her warm skin, and she jerks forward before relaxing again.

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