Chapter 5
Sienna gazed down into Justine’s piercing blue eyes. She kissed the delicate slope of her cheekbone, the soft porcelain of her cheek, then trailed a path back to her divine lips.
They didn’t know much about each other, but Sienna didn’t need to know a whole lot about another woman to seduce her—because that’s what she had done. She had seduced Justine. Justine had kicked things off, no doubt, but Sienna had hit the home run.
Sienna, quite simply, really did like sex. She had zero hang-ups about it like some of her friends did. She had no qualms saying that to another person—in fact, doing so quietly delighted her. She’d loved the look on Justine’s face when she had told her. Justine, who had most certainly not been as welcoming as Rochelle had—and now look at her.
What Sienna could easily tell about Justine was that she had no idea how beautiful she was—and Sienna didn’t mean the obvious kindness in her heart. Her presence was commanding. The tilt of her lips when she smiled irresistible. The blue of her eyes a pool to warmly linger in. Sienna hadn’t set out to seduce Justine, but it turned out to just be one of those things that happened in life—a most pleasant surprise.
Sienna hadn’t had a lot of bad luck in her life thus far, and most days, it felt like she was simply born to be happy—and she was. That’s why going to the shelter had shaken her. Reading the script, and learning more details about Justine’s life, was one thing, but actually being there had been a reality check. Sienna could just walk away from the place, never to return again, but she already knew she wouldn’t, and not because she was in bed with one of the Rainbow Shelter’s founders, planting kiss after kiss onto her delectable skin.
Their lips locked onto each other’s while Sienna slowly unbuttoned Justine’s shirt. In return, Justine slipped a warm hand under Sienna’s top, finding the clasp of her bra. With a practiced move, she undid it, making Sienna break their kiss with an inadvertent smile.
She grinned down at Justine who had the most wicked smirk plastered across her face, as if to say, I’m not exactly new at this.
Neither was Sienna, who maneuvered around until she found enough balance to hoist her obsolete top over her head, taking her bra with it. That wiped the grin straight off Justine’s face. Sienna was not movie star fit—far from it—but, thanks to her mother, she had never considered herself any less beautiful than her contemporaries with sculpted arms and impossible washboard abs.
Justine swallowed slowly while sliding her hand along Sienna’s belly, up to her breast. She cupped it in her soft hand, gently rubbing her thumb across her rock-hard nipple. Justine swiftly pushed herself up toward Sienna and wasted no time taking her nipple into her mouth.
Sienna groaned low in her throat. She wasn’t one to adhere to a script when jumping into bed with a stranger. She was a go-with-the-flow kind of girl, but experience had taught her that not every woman was like that. Some wanted to discuss beforehand—at length—what they enjoyed, while others were more into gentle guidance. Either way, these days, Sienna preferred to ask sooner rather than later.
With Justine’s lips still wrapped around her nipple, she bent to her ear and whispered, “What do you like?”
At first, Justine only responded by drawing Sienna’s nipple farther into her mouth, making Sienna all but forget about the question, until Justine pulled back, leaving Sienna’s nipple moist and oh-so erect.
“I’m in my fifties,” Justine said. “I need a lot of foreplay.”
Sienna chuckled at Justine’s delightful directness again. Justine was nothing if not true to herself, even in bed with a woman almost twenty years her junior. If this fazed her at all, she didn’t let on—another definite turn-on.
“Right up my alley,” Sienna said, and pushed Justine’s blouse off her.
“There’s a bottle of lube in the top drawer of the nightstand,” Justine whispered into Sienna’s ear as she drew her closer again. “Sometimes I need it, sometimes I don’t. Either way, it’s not a reflection on you.” She smiled up at her. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” she said under her breath.
“Got it.” Sienna kissed Justine again with no other intention but to make her feel good and wanted—because her own desire was quickly revving up. She slipped her hand underneath Justine’s back and fumbled with her bra, unable to match Justine’s earlier display of dexterity. Justine arched her back to give Sienna better access and soon enough, they were both naked from the waist up—excellent for a long bout of foreplay.
Sienna gazed down at Justine’s ample milky-white breasts. She circled a fingertip around her nipple and it grew rigid under her touch. She lowered herself until she could take Justine’s other nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Justine’s fingertips caressed her back lightly, as though skimming it with a feather. On their way down, though, her fingers dipped underneath the waistband of her jeans, digging into the swell of her behind.
Sienna ignored the throbbing between her legs, even though it was fairly ridiculous to still be wearing jeans—the fabric too thick for this kind of activity. Her clit pulsed against her panties as Justine’s fingertips slowly made their way up again, getting lost in the tangle of her braids.
Sienna kissed her way from Justine’s nipple to her neck, dotting soft pecks onto her alabaster skin. When she looked into Justine’s eyes, the easy abandon in her gaze, the obviousness with which she wanted Sienna, quickened that pulse between her legs even more. But this was not a quicky. A one-night stand most likely, although there was really no way of knowing yet. All Sienna knew was that it was sex with a hot, intelligent, and intriguing woman—three qualities that in combination were irresistibly thrilling.
Sienna kissed Justine on the lips and the kiss swiftly deepened into an intimate, full-body embrace—making her jeans feel all the more annoying.
“I need to get these off,” she said, and hurried out of her jeans, keeping her underwear on—for now.
“Can I?” she asked, pointing at the button of Justine’s pants.
“Yeah.” Justine’s breath was ragged and uncontrolled.
Sienna slowly unzipped her, then peeled Justine’s jeans off her legs, taking in their shapely contours.
She draped her almost-naked body over Justine’s and kissed her again and again while her clit raged hot. Sienna didn’t know what it was about Justine that drove her so crazy, but something inside her was about to explode.
Then it was Justine’s turn to kiss a delicious path to Sienna’s ear and say in a breathy voice, “Tell me what you like.” With easy strength, she pushed Sienna off her and slid on top of her.
“No lube required,” Sienna said through a snarky grin. “I’m so hot for you.”
“So I gathered.” Justine ran a fingertip between Sienna’s breasts, all the way to the edge of her panties. “Let’s see.” Ever so slowly, she lowered her fingertip between Sienna’s legs, all the while locking her eyes on Sienna’s. “Oh, yeah,” Justine whispered, obviously taking great delight in the effect she had on Sienna. She dragged her finger upward and the tip glistened with Sienna’s wetness. The scene was so arousing, Sienna feared she might lose her mind altogether. Then Justine circled her wet fingertip around Sienna’s nipple, bowed down, and softly licked Sienna’s wetness off it.
“Oh, fuck,” Sienna groaned, as though Justine had kissed her clit instead of her nipple.
“Do you want me to lick you?” she asked, looking up from Sienna’s breast.
Sienna could only nod.
Justine hooked her fingertips under Sienna’s panties and slowly pulled them down.
Sienna spread her legs for Justine, her clit, once exposed to the air, ready to melt.
Justine settled between Sienna’s legs and nothing happened for a few long moments. Sienna looked down at her but could only see her tousled ash-blonde hair. Justine was taking her in—looking at her. Possibly deciding what to do next. It only made Sienna’s heart beat faster.
Then fingertips skimmed along the inside of her thigh. Ever so lightly, they skated along her wet center. Justine caressed her so gently, yet Sienna felt it in every cell of her body. Justine’s other hand rested on Sienna’s belly and she clasped her own around it. Justine’s fingers stopped mid-caress and gingerly pulled Sienna’s lips apart, causing Sienna’s breath to stall in her throat.
A moan escaped her, and in response, Justine squeezed Sienna’s hand. Between her legs, Justine’s fingers were replaced with the soft, hot tip of her tongue. As promised, she licked Sienna, but only along the edge of her sex—purposefully avoiding her clit. Justine sucked Sienna’s lips into her mouth and her breath picked up speed now as her body surrendered to Justine’s divine touch.
Justine teased her for a while longer, but then, finally, showed mercy. When the hot softness of her tongue landed on Sienna’s clit, again, ever so gently, it started the first round of fireworks in Sienna’s flesh.
Pure joy spread through her body as Justine, clearly very skilled at this, in a matter of minutes, licked her to an earth-shattering climax.
All the while, their hands had been entangled on Sienna’s belly, and Sienna held onto Justine’s for all she was worth.