“Appeased your appetite yet?” he asked with his eyes closed. His soft voice made me jump.
“No—it wasn’t like that,” he opened his eyes and lifted his perfect brow.
“I need help with my corset,” mumbling like an idiot while his eyes darkened. I sat next to him with my back turned and gathered my long hair to my right shoulder while I waited for him. I heard him sit up but still he didn’t make a move to unlatch the complicated closures. After another minute of waiting, I took my boots off, one after the other.
I huffed with utter annoyance, “have you fallen asleep?”
“No” he whispered, quite closely to my ear. Shit.
I closed my eyes when I felt goose bumps all over my body. Jesus, this is going to be a long night.
“Who managed to help you put in on, Sienna?” Tricky question, but I knew what he was getting at. Why does he care? He’s been f**king his way all over Europe. Trojan horse sounds fitting.
“Kyle was here to help me. Can we please get on with it? I want to take my make-up off and shower. I don’t have all night,” I snapped at him.
I heard him sigh heavily before he swiftly unhooked all closures in a minute. Damn him and his women. He can have all the Ivanna’s in the world. I’m not going to let him erode my thoughts with his play of sexual chicanery.
But I’m more than happy to oblige his and let it run amuck.
7
Blake
The second I unhooked the last latch, Sienna stood up and strode to the other side of the room. I watched fully fascinated as she took off her corset and placed it next to the hamper letting her perky glorious br**sts pique my attention. My mouth hung ajar when I saw her wiggle her hips out of the fitted leather pants and dumped them inside the hamper. Her engine red lacy thong followed suit.
My throat ran dry. My pulsed quickened and my c**k immediately hardened.
After her rousing little striptease, she trotted back to the bathroom.
Bloody f**k, I’m infinitely bewitched!
Letting my head fall back, I shut my eyes and groaned with heavy yearning frustration. My c**k throbbed as I replayed the scene in my head. I cursed again. I wanted her so badly—I’m helpless. But I knew she wouldn’t touch me knowing what I’ve been up to lately. Well, especially after knowing that bit of information with Ivanna tonight.
This is without a doubt—the most pure unmitigated torture in its finest, truest blasted, cruel form.
When she came out of the shower wearing that puny silk outfit, I lifted myself off the bed and charged straight to the bathroom. I needed a long—icy cold shower. I turned it to the cold knob and placed it on the coldest temperature possible. My blood’s boiling with rabid fervor thinking of Sienna’s naked body. I could possibly try and relieve myself in the shower but I knew it wouldn’t make a difference knowing I’d be sleeping right next to her.
I dried myself off and slipped on my black boxer briefs, I neatly placed my clothes next to her robe and strode out of the bathroom. The room was dark and I could barely make her out of the bed. Her back faced me and I quietly slipped right next to her rigid form. She was wide awake but she pretended to sleep.
Turning on my side, I faced Sienna’s back. I shut my eyes and controlled my breathing. I basked in Sienna’s floral scented hair. Calm contentment washed over me. I could do this all night—smelling her without a hint of touch and not sleep a wink, I blissfully thought.
She shifted again, hugging her pillow tightly. After five minutes she shifted again and huffed, adjusting her pillow.
“Sienna?”
“Yes?” she whispered.
“You can sleep on my chest if you want… it used to make you sleep better.”
She didn’t respond and let the words hung in the air. I was about to turn on my back when I heard her whisper. “Can you hold me?”
My entire body stilled rigidly. I’m nothing but a hot-blooded man, how in God’s name will I ever control the stirrings of my body when I hold her close?
When she sighed, I pushed the lust-filled thoughts at bay and pulled her close, against my chest. She curved her body against mine and I caught myself before I moaned loudly. Her toned pert bottom cushioned against my ever growing erection.
Was she goading me? I’m a step away from losing it and tossing caution out of the window.
My mind ran provoking thoughts of ravaging her delectable body and burying myself in that tight, wet juicy cunt of hers. My sanity and control are being tested to the hilt—and I’m…. slipping. I’m only a hairsbreadth away from failing and surrendering to my yearning desires.
She wiggled again and I hissed furiously on her ear. “Sienna!”
“Are you….hard?” she questioned innocently. I groaned in frustrated protest.
“Why is your c**k hard and poking my butt, Blake?” the wrench feigned innocence.
“Because you openly taunt me—driving me insane after that little display of you stripping naked—knowing damn bloody well I have a hard time resisting you.”
“You’re doing great—you’re resisting now.” Tease, what a bloody tease. I growled and reached inside her silk camisole and stroked her soft navel in rhythmic circles.
Dear Almighty, she felt marvelous.
My lips clenched against her ear as I softly whispered, “Do you want to test my limit, Sienna? Try me and see where it will take you.” Her breathing hitched, her chest rose rapidly from her shortened breathing.
If she wanted to play…well, I aim to please.
I stroked upwards and leisurely traced the outline of her boob; she moaned and ground her plump ass on my rigid cock.
FUCK.
ME.
The friction of her grinding made me a squirt—a drop of juice seeped out of my throbbing dick. I kissed her neck and fiercely bit into her hot flesh and at the same time I pinched her nipple. She gasped and moaned my named. I loved how she moans my name. It’s the best sexy f**king sound in the world, I thought with hungered desire.
She turned over and captured my mouth.
The moment our lips touched—all hell broke loose. I forgot anything and everything that I am. I was lost and the only thing that mattered was the woman I love kissing me hungrily, passionately.
I never kissed another woman after you… only you. Only you have the power to unman me and drive me senseless with such abandon, a wild need to possess you, my thoughts streamed.
She hooked her leg over my hips and shamelessly grinded her soaked silk shorts against my shaft. She halted and lifted her cami off her upper body and went back to scavenge for more kisses. The feel of her br**sts erotically pressed against my hard chest made me rampant with lust. I greedily thirsted for more…and I’m thirsty…very f**king thirsty…to drink up and suck all that succulent juice of ambrosia from her well of dripping cunt until she begs me to stop.