Page 31 of Distance

I have a freestanding gold bath. It's the centerpiece of the room surrounded with floor to ceiling windows. My favorite part of the entire penthouse. There’s nothing like watching the world go by as you relax your muscles, immersed in the bathtub. The room lit up purely by the stunning New York skyline.

I’ve never thought of it as a sexy setting before. The thought of getting Sienna in here has my cock standing to attention.

Turning on the warm water, I rummage through the cabinets. Surely I have something sweet smelling like her to put in there. Coconut and vanilla sounds sickly. Somehow though, I imagine, it laced on her soft skin it will be a heavenly combination.

The shimmering moonlight falls through the windows directly on Sienna, sprawled out across my bed. Her body glistens and her curves are highlighted perfectly. Running a hand through my hair, I let out a breath. Fuck I’m in trouble.

Every time I look at her, my heart does this weird jumpy thing. My heart isn’t supposed to do these things. Shit, maybe I'm ill. It’s almost the same feeling I get before I step into the ring, pure adrenaline, and excitement laced together.

I stalk over to the bed. Her eyes never leave mine. I can see the amusement and desire written all over her face as she gives me a sexy smile, catching her lips between her teeth. Without saying a word, I bend to her and pick her up - she’s light as a feather to me - and walk us back into the bathroom. Her breath hitches at the sight. I get it, I never get sick of this view.

“Keller, this is so beautiful,” she says through a smile, her eyes zoning straight in on the bath, which is now almost now overflowing with bubbles.

I gently submerge her into the bath, and she lets out a little moan as the water surrounds her. The bubbles dance across her silky skin. A view I’ll have burned into my brain for the rest of my life. Her head leaning back on the side, her hair draping over the edge of the tub, she purrs to me while swishing water through her fingertips.

“Are you coming in?”

Crouching down, I bring my head to the same level as hers. She opens her eyes, those piercing blues dagger into me, stealing my breath, as she searches my face. Too stunned to speak, emotions swirling in the air, I do what I know best and lean in, bringing my lips to hers, raking my hands through her soft hair. Her manicured finger traces down my chest, down to my abs, and back up. If that isn’t the most erotic feeling I've ever felt, I don’t know what is.

My cock is pulsing, and not being able to wait any longer, I jump into the bath. Water spills over the sides as I do. I barely fit in the bath on my own, let alone with another. Lacing my fingers through hers, I pull her towards me so she can come and straddle my lap.

As soon as her pussy connects to my lap, she lifts slightly, positioning the head at her entrance, fire burning in her eyes.

“Fuck, Baby,” I groan, dragging her head to mine, searching for her lips as my cock slides into her. I need as much contact as I can have with this woman; just even fucking her isn’t enough.

I want more. I want it all.

She sinks onto my cock and that’s it, the tiny thread of self-restraint I have flies out the window.

“Ride me, Princess. Take what you want from me,” I grit out.

Her hips rock forward and back, and fire dances through me. I grip her ass as tight as I can, needing to center myself. Her nipples taunt me, her tits bounce up and down as she grinds on me, her eyes burn into mine.

Water sprays out of the bath, slapping against our skin. Only the moonlight and glistening specks from the skyline light up the room.

I take over the pace as I chase my release, using my grip on her ass to pound into her. Her hands cup my cheeks as she gives me a sexy smile before claiming mine for a ferocious kiss. Her tongue explores my mouth as I struggle to hold in a moan. I’m losing it. Together, we are unstoppable.

Like a match being lit, a fire burns between us.

An orgasm aggressively rips through me. “Now Baby,” I pant.

That sets her over the edge. My perfect goddess, coming along with me, writhing above me, riding out her third orgasm of the evening.

Fucking perfect.

A perfect, that’s not mine to keep. No matter how much I want to.

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Three more rounds later, we are well and truly spent. I had no intention of letting Sienna go back to her apartment tonight. So now she's curled up in the fetal position, tucked neatly into my side, laying on my arm. Her even breathing indicates she’s fast asleep.

Another first, a fucking sleepover.

Her laying next to me, her sweet peachy scent wafting up my nose, brings sudden calm. Usually, I sleep a couple of hours max. My brain is usually a whirlwind of chaos, the chattering so loud I can’t switch it off. Tonight, my brain is silent.

In fact, it’s so silent I can hear a phone constantly buzzing in the other room. Mine is always on loud. I can’t miss one of Luca’s demanding calls. It must be Sienna’s. No doubt one of her friends checking in on her. Sienna doesn’t strike me as someone who wouldn’t let her blonde friend, Maddie, I think, know she was leaving.

The buzzing piquing my interest, I gently slide my arm from underneath the sleeping goddess’s head and slip out of bed, padding into the lounge. More than anything I need to silence this fucking phone; it's doing my head in.

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