10. Noah #2
Truth is, if this caught her off guard, I may need to rethink all the things I want to do with her. I may not sleep around, but like everything else in my life, I’ve studied how the human body experiences pleasure—and pain—and I like to utilize both to take sex to a higher level.
I ache to explore it all with Sienna. It won’t just be sex. Our connection is too strong, and I’m already too invested.
Ready to get the night rolling, I release her and hold out my hand, silently requesting she give me her key card. With any luck, in the time it takes for me to open the door, she’ll recover.
Within just a few seconds, Sienna is back to copping an attitude, swaying her hips and taunting me as she walks into the bedroom. She points to the bed and tells me to make myself comfortable while she gets changed.
Sienna, being the tease she is, leaves the bathroom door open.
From my position on the bed, I could very easily catch her reflection in the mirror while she changed.
It’s hard not to look. Not because I want to get a glimpse of her body—though that would be a bonus—but because I want to know if she’s watching for me.
I give in quickly, though I keep my attention on her face. Sure enough, her eyes are searching for mine, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
The moment she catches me watching her in return, she breaks into a brilliant smile.
Then to my fucking delight she turns and saunters toward me.
She’s in another red bikini. The bottoms are already in place, but the top?
It’s held in place by her hands only as she lifts and presses her breasts together, giving me an eyeful of cleavage.
“Tie this for me? I normally do it from the front and then turn it around but since you’re here…” She spins, giving me the perfect view of the sweet cheeks that have been taunting me since day one. They’re practically bare, with only a red string between them.
This fucking woman is toying with my resistance.
I suck in air through my teeth, garnering all the control I’ve got left. Then I grasp the straps dangling at her sides. “Lift your hair for me.”
She could easily do it with one hand, yet she chooses to torture me further by releasing her hold on her top completely before pulling her hair up, causing the fabric of her bikini top to hang limply in my hands.
I squeeze my eyes shut and inhale through my nose.
She shifts, the move tugging on the straps I’m still clinging to. “This okay?” she asks over her shoulder, her tone one degree from a sexual purr.
I open my eyes and glare. “ Sienna .” The word is a warning. To both of us. My patience is threadbare by now, and she’s calling to a side of me I’m not sure she’s ready for.
“Yes, Noah?” The brat is back, faking a sweet coy attitude, like she has an inkling of how this will go.
Despite her brazenness, she doesn’t have a clue. But she’s about to find out.
I release the straps and her top floats to the floor.
“Oops,” she says, her voice breathy. “I’ll get it.
” She bends, grinding her practically bare ass against my dick.
If the move had been brief, it could have been considered an accident.
Maybe. Though it would have taken a stretch of the imagination.
But as she remains bent over, her ass taunting me, she’s making it clear that she has no interest in lunch or a day on the beach.
“You have five seconds to change your mind, Sienna. Stand up and get dressed like a good girl and we’ll go to lunch, or—” I inhale cataloging her mouthwatering curves and the tantalizing red line separating her cheeks. I consider pulling on it. I consider running my teeth over it.
I’m lost in all my options when she says, “Or?”
My heart rate skyrockets. That’s truly the only answer I needed but I detail it for her. “Or I’ll put you face down on the bed and spank you for taunting me. And then I’ll spend every minute between now and when we leave on Tuesday learning all the ways I can make you come.”
“I pick that one,” she says without even a moment to think it through.
Even still, I count backward from five, giving her a warning of what’s to come. Giving her those few extra seconds to consider what she’s agreeing to. To ratchet up the tension between us.
“Five.” My words are slow and annunciated, my muscles taut. “Four.” I can’t look away from her ass as it sways back and forth sensually, but I don’t dare touch. “Three.” I exhale loudly. “Two. Last chance Sienna.”
She waggles her ass in response, begging to be punished.
“One.” The word is hoarse, rough, as it escapes me.
She lets out a long, shuddering breath, waiting.
And fuck do I make her wait. I close my eyes and savor this moment. The seconds before I finally touch her. Before I discover what kinds of sounds she makes, all the ways she likes to be touched, teased, pleasured, the way she tastes. The next time we leave this room I’ll know all of it.
I settle against the headboard, still not having touched her.
Maybe I’m a fucking idiot, but I need a moment to think.
I’m still not convinced this is the right move with her.
I want her too much. I want to control her pleasure, her orgasms. Never in my life have I experienced the effervescent need flowing through my blood.
It’s all consuming and suddenly making me question whether, once I have her, I’ll have the strength to walk away. Whether anyone will ever compare.
So I lace my fingers in my lap and call her to me. “Show me that you want this.”
When she turns toward me, her top long forgotten, it isn’t her tits I focus on. It’s her face. Those green eyes, to be exact. Her pupils are blown wide with pure lust, but there’s a hint of uneasiness there too.
“I do want this,” she says, her chin held high, as she steps toward me. “But if you don’t, that’s fine.”
I reach for her hand and tug her to me. She falls onto the mattress between my legs and studies my expression.
She’s so fucking beautiful. I could stare at her for hours.
Study the various golden circles in her emerald irises.
Near the outside, they’re dark, but each smaller ring is a little lighter, like the many facets of a jewel held up to the sun.
“Wanting you is not the problem,” I say, finally allowing my hands to explore. First her hips, then over the smooth expanse of her ass. I tug her up onto my lap, and without hesitation, she straddles my thighs, her hands on my shoulders for balance.
“Then what is the problem?” She whispers, focusing in on my mouth.
“Ever making it stop.” The moment the words are out, the moment the truth is set free, her lips are on mine. Our time may be limited, and I may spend the rest of my life reliving the forty-eight hours I have with her, but the memories will be damn good ones, at least.
For now that’s enough.
“Touch me, please.” She swirls her hips over me, the heat of her pussy soaking through the fabric of my shorts and briefs. Fuck, she’s already burning for me.
I slide my palms up her sides, letting them wander to her tits, squeezing and tweaking and playing as she writhes above me.
“Yes,” she mumbles, dipping lower for another kiss. They’re drugging, and the way she tastes, the little whimpers she makes as she grinds against me, are explosive.
Lightheaded, already out of my mind, I tease her nipples. Her tits fit perfectly in my hands, and they’re so goddamn lush, so plump I can’t wait to get them in my mouth. When I pinch one nipple and roll it between my fingers, her breathy moan turns to a whine.
“Ah, fuck, why do I like that?” She slows the movement of her hip slows, like she’s extending her pleasure.
“Because your body was made for this. It was made to be pleasured and teased. Is that what you want Sienna? You want me to show you the right way to fuck ? The right way to come?”
She moans but her bratty attitude makes an appearance. “I didn’t know there was a wrong way.”
I pinch her nipple, harder this time, then lap at it, finally getting my mouth on her, easing her off the ledge.
“Holy shit, the glasses, the book, the pleases and thank yous, I thought you were polite.”
With a shake of my head, I bite down on her taut peak and suck it into my mouth, making her squeal. “I’m a man who likes control.”
“Oh.” Her breath comes out quicker and her irises flare to a green so rich I swear the color doesn’t exist in the real world. Then she’s rolling her hips with more urgency.
I meet the movement, bucking up into her. Holy fuck. We’re dry-humping, nothing more, yet I don’t think I’ve ever experienced this kind of bliss.
It’s too good. If I’m not careful, this is going to end far too soon. I clutch her upper thighs, slowing her movements.
“Fuck, I need—“ She whines, fighting against me, her head thrown back.
I control the pace, teasing, dragging out her pleasure. “You don’t,” I tell her. “You need exactly what I’m giving you.”
“No.” She blinks down at me. “I need your cock, right now, inside me. Please, I need you inside me.”
“I don’t fuck a lot.” I drag her over my length again, teasing her clit, and am rewarded by a breathy sigh as she drops her head back. “Because when I do, I like to do it a certain way. Sex isn’t just sex to me.”
“You make love?” Her body tenses, just a fraction.
I shake my head, even as that thought burrows into my brain. If she were the one I was fucking, could it be that way? Maybe, eventually. But we don’t have the time to nurture and grow this visceral connection we have. So no. that’s not what this is. And it can never be.