Page 47 of The Actor: Harrison

Now what? The silence that falls between us is the kind that follows the kind of sex nobody has the courage to address. After I sleep with a woman, I know what happens next. Either we see each other again or we agree that it’s not working. I’ve never left things in limbo like this.

“Are we going to acknowledge the fact that we’re attracted to each other? I mean, it was the best sex I’ve had in a long time, so we should talk about what happened in the trailer.” Her words come out firm, but I glimpse a bit of uncertainty in her eyes. Maybe I’m not the only one thinking this situation is a bit awkward.

“Thank God you said something; I couldn’t find the words,” I admit, putting the glass on the coffee table at the same time Sienna does the same.

“Good.”

“Are we going to repeat the experience?” I ask, trying to gauge her reaction.

There is a heartbeat where we stare into each other’s eyes without saying a word. My heart hammers in my chest anticipating what I hope is a big, fat yes.

“God, yes! Please,” she breathes out before rushing to straddle me.

Her lips frantically search for mine and when her tongue swipes over mine, everything clicks into place. I groan into the pleasure of this moment. I didn’t realize how much I missed her body against mine until she started to grind against my growing erection.

I lower my hands on her firm ass and squeeze it through the jeans, dragging her hips closer. She moans into my mouth when I thrust my hips against her core.

I grab a fistful of her raven hair and force her head back. I miss her lips, but the taste of her skin, the softness of her neck, makes up for it. She quivers under my assault to the spot just below her ear.

She rises up on her knees and lowers down again on my crotch to chase that friction that makes both of us groan in pleasure. I open my eyes and stare into her deep dark irises. She is perfect, even in the dim light of this room. She reaches out a hand and puts it on my face. She cups my jaw, almost mesmerized by the sight. She follows the movement of her thumb brushing my lower lip and I enjoy the flash of lust crossing her gaze when I lick it and suck it into my mouth. Her lips part slightly and I can’t resist.

I stand straighter on the couch and crush my mouth on hers, savoring every whimper she gifts me. Perfect, she is perfect. And when she detaches from me, I’m almost disappointed. At least until she grabs the hem of my t-shirt and drags it over my head. She brushes her fingers over my belly.

“Oh, come on! You look like the cover of a magazine,” she lets out incredulously.

“I’m actually on quite a few of covers,” I smirk.

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, but I thought your abs were photoshopped.” She raises an eyebrow.

I chuckle. “You saw me the other day in the trailer! Nothing changed,” I point out.

“I know, but I was focused on other things.” She smiles mischievously.

“Oh, really? Focused on what, exactly?” I raise an eyebrow, beaming a bit.

She says nothing but she swipes a coy gaze over my crotch and reaches out to unbutton my jeans. She stands up in front of me, grabs the waistband and drags them down with my boxer briefs.

“I was paying more attention to this.” She grins, kneeling between my thighs and I catch my breath. Gone is the gloating smile on my face. All my focus is on her hands slowly caressing my inner thighs from my knees to my crotch, and when her long fingers grip my stiff shaft, I close my eyes and groan in pleasure. She pumps me slowly a couple of times, waiting for me to open my eyes.

When I do it, she smiles, never taking her eyes from mine, and licks my erection from base to tip. She repeats it agonizingly slowly and I can’t breathe.

“Fuck!” The curse escapes my lips when she wraps her lips around my cock and sucks the tip, licking the bead of precum leaking from it.

If I thought Sienna was sexy before, I knew nothing. Watching her bobbing head over my dick, swallowing more and more every time she lowers herself on it, is a sight I can’t resist. She’s still dressed and I’ve never seen a woman so sexy. She is fucking deep-throating me, for fuck’s sake! Seriously, can she be more perfect?

Apparently, the answer is yes.

She takes my cock out with a pop and smirks at me. “Are you going to fuck my mouth, or what?”

That’s it. My brain is lost in those lust-filled thoughts. I grab a fistful of her hair and drag her toward my erection. She swallows it all, gagging a bit from my thrust but recovering like a champ. I guide her with my hands in her hair, and it takes a lot of restraint to not hammer her throat like I want to.

She goes up and down my erection, sucking, licking, gripping her lips around my meat like her life depends on it. When she reaches out her hands to fondle my balls, I almost lose it.

I relieve the grip on her hair so she can release me before I come into her mouth, but she doesn’t move.

“If you don’t move right now, I’ll come in your mouth,” I plead, putting a couple of fingers under her chin.

She looks up at me with a mischievous gleam in her eyes and she sucks harder, sending me over the edge. The orgasm hits me so hard every single muscle tenses and my hips thrust up. She doesn’t even budge, milking every single drop I have and swallowing it all.

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