Page 45 of Reverb

Sienna watched my face and bit her lip. “Okay, I admit I went to a little bit of trouble. This is the best set I own. You know, to make up for last time. I wasn’t expecting last time.”

I cleared my throat. “It’s nice,” I managed.

Her eyebrows rose a fraction. I should probably say something poetic right now. There was no chance I was going to do that. None at all.

Sienna bit her lip again. I was wasting time. I stepped forward to lean over her on the bed, but she brought her legs up, closing them and bending her knees. “Your turn,” she said. Her gaze dropped down me. “I like these clothes, by the way.”

I frowned. I was wearing navy blue sweats and an old tee. After the hours spent at the studio, I’d opted to be comfortable. “I didn’t dress up,” I said. “You’ve seen me wear this plenty of times.” I’d had these exact clothes with me on tour.

“And I like it,” Sienna said. “You look different like this. In a good way.”

I was still confused. I had no idea what that meant, but I wasn’t in the mood for discussion. I leaned over her, past her folded knees, and kissed her, parting her lips and tasting her, savoring her mouth. She went all soft, kissing me back, but she wasn’t gonna open her legs until I took my clothes off. Fine, then.

I broke the kiss, pulled off my tee, and tossed it. I dropped my sweats and my boxers, and when she let out a quiet gasp—I had no idea why, since she’d already seen it—I used that second of surprise to put my palms between her knees and part them. Then I tugged her to the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees on the floor.

Her legs were slender and firm, and I ran my palm over her thigh as I kissed the inside of it, making my way to the juncture where it met her pussy. When I got there, I inhaled, letting the scent of her—Sienna, this was the scent of fucking Sienna—fill my mind. I smoothed my palm over her, and then I slid a finger under the elastic of her underwear, finding just the right spot on her clit and brushing over it.

Sienna’s back arched, and her hips tried to press up from the bed. “Holy shit,” she breathed, but that wasn’t good enough. I wanted her speechless for once, like me. I found her clit again and circled it with a light touch, experimenting with how much pressure to use.

Her hips pressed up again. “Stone, what is—What are you—” She wasn’t even making sense, but she was still trying to talk. This woman. I was going to demolish her until she couldn’t say her own name.

I kept my finger circling, hitting her in just the right spot. Moving away, then back again, then away. She finally went silent except for some very satisfying gasps, her hands twisting in my bedsheets. That was a little better.

“This is just the first one,” I told her as she built and built. “There are going to be more.” I’d drawn it out last time, letting her get close over and over before letting her come. Tonight was different.

I kept up the torture, and after a few minutes Sienna went over the edge, crying out. I slid my hand out of her underwear and pulled the panties down her hips.

“Not bad,” I told her as she came down. “Let’s see if we can do better.”

I tossed her underwear away and slid her up on the bed—she was as boneless as a cat—so I could get on my knees on the mattress. I leaned over her and kissed her deep but not too long. I brushed my fingers over her and she squirmed, almost flinching. She was oversensitized, just like I wanted.

I pulled away and reached for my bedside table, opening the drawer and taking out the box of condoms I’d bought this morning. Sienna was still speechless, catching her breath. She’d never done this with a guy who was willing to put the work in, willing to do what it took. She’d been with some college kid who had gotten himself off as fast as possible. That guy was not me.

I took out a condom and rolled it on while she watched me with dark eyes. I grabbed one of my pillows and slid it beneath her hips. Then I tugged down one bra strap and took her nipple into my mouth, taking my time, working it up. After a minute I lowered the other strap and did the same thing to her other nipple while she made half-crazy sounds.

I had her where I wanted her, sensitized and wound up. I kissed up her neck and her jaw, inhaling her scent as I slid one inch into her, then another. Then all the way in.

Sienna made a noise that was both a gasp and a sigh. The position of her hips made me go deep, and I went slow and gentle, finding a rhythm while not giving her any quarter. I had to focus, reminding myself not to lose control. I had wanted Sienna for so long, and this was my shot. I had to make it last.

As I braced myself, I leaned down and spoke in her ear, the words finally coming. “I do not,” I said to her, “do this often. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her nails digging into my back.

I needed her to understand. I had done every kind of mindless idiocy a long time ago, and I was done with it. It had been such a fucking waste. That was not me anymore, not for years, not ever again. “What I want is this,” I told her. “You, naked underneath me, just like this. Just you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said again, but I wasn’t sure if she truly did. That was fine. If I had time, I could get it through to her. She just had to give me time.

I hooked a hand behind one of her knees and lifted it gently, changing her position, and I felt the telltale pulse of her hips. Again, and again.

“Stone, I’m going to come,” she breathed.

“Good,” I said, because I was disturbingly close myself. It had been too long. Too late, I realized I probably should have gotten myself off before she got here, but I was in it now. I held on for as long as it took. Until I could feel sweat on my back.

She came again, and with relief I let it happen, let it go. Let the feeling wash over me with just this woman, right here in this moment.

Because this moment might never come again.

And if it didn’t, I didn’t know what I was going to do.

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