Chapter 28 #3
Sienna has her life planned out down to the last second.
Her ambition is unmatched, and her determination is unlike anything I’ve seen.
She was compassionate with my brothers and me, and sensitive to our reactions when she found Mom’s recipes.
She entertains Alex’s dramatic behavior.
I even think she’s warmed up to Roman. Without a doubt, she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I think the most attractive thing about her is the grace, ambition, and determination with which she’s set out to reach her goals.
It’s motivating and sexy as hell, to say the least. I’ve never been a “plan” man myself, but something about her makes me want to beg to be worked into her plan in any way she’ll have me. I’d just be happy to be included.
But she’s not ready to hear all of that. So instead, I live in the moment with her, at her request.
“Patience, Sienna...” I plant another kiss between her breasts and place my hands under her thighs. “But first…” In one swift motion, I flip us over so she’s lying on her back on the blanket. I wiggle against her as I settle between her thighs.
“I never got my dessert.” I punctuate my sentence with a thrust of my hips against her core. I smile when she lets out a small squeal in response.
Kissing down her neck, I take one of her breasts in my hand again, this time, massaging her nipple as I take the other into my mouth.
Her moans are a sweet symphony in my ears as I continue to suck, pinch, and nip at her nipples. But it isn’t enough. I wasn’t lying when I said I was still waiting on dessert.
As I move down her body, I take note of how she reacts to my touch. I burn every movement into my brain in case I’m ever lucky enough to get this opportunity again. Or more likely, in case this is the only time I’ll get the opportunity to be this close to Sienna.
The way she lets out the smallest of giggles when I kiss her sides. The way she moans anytime I kiss near her breasts. And the way her back arches when I kiss just below her belly button.
With my hands on her hips, I slide my thumbs underneath the lace of her underwear as I continue to kiss her just below the belly button.
Sliding my thumbs back and forth, I get closer to her center as I do, but never quite reach it.
The smell of her arousal is intoxicating, but it isn’t until she slides a hand through my hair and moans my name that I lose all patience and control.
Grabbing the lace of her underwear, I rip a hole straight down the center. Exposing her to me, I’m pleased with her gasp. She glistens under the moonlight, and my cock strains painfully in my jeans at the sight. A moan escapes my throat as I lick up her center, finally getting to taste her again.
“Fuck,” I moan against her thigh, and Sienna’s grip tightens in my hair.
As I continue to lick and kiss her core, I slowly slide my index finger inside her. When she tightens around my finger, I have to reach down to unbutton my pants, providing some relief for my aching cock.
Fuck. If she’s already this close, she must be as affected by this connection as I am. The thought only makes me harder. I could come just from the taste of her.
I enter a second finger into her at the same time as I begin to suck on her clit, her moans and grip on my hair doing nothing to tame my hunger.
I continue to suck and lick at her clit as my fingers thrust in and out of her as she continues to tighten around me. Knowing that she’s close, I curl my fingers, causing her to instantly arch her back.
I continue my steady rhythm of thrust, curl, suck.
After a few moments, she’s arched so high I have to place my other hand on her lower stomach, pressing ever so slightly.
The added pressure undoes her. Her release comes fast as she convulses under my tongue.
I greedily lap up the mess she makes, adding in a few kisses when the sensations become too much for her.
Rubbing her thighs as she comes down from the high, I sit up on the back of my heels. Looking down at Sienna lying before me, I work hard to commit the vision to memory.
My cock has sprung free of my jeans but is still contained by my underwear.
Only inches from Sienna’s wet core, revealed by a hole in her lace underwear.
Her dress is now bunched at her core, only covering the smallest section of her waist. Her deep brown curls are fanned out around her, framing her face almost as if she had a halo.
The moonlight shines off her skin, creating an aura of light around her, making it look as though she’s glowing with starlight.
The reality hits me like a freight train when she smiles up at me. “What?” she asks.
“You truly are a fucking angel.” It comes out more breathless than I intended. I’m shocked that I can get any words out at all, considering I’m caught speechless at the beauty of the woman who lies before me.
There’s no question about it. I’d do anything to make her happy. Anything to be worthy of her attention. Sienna is mine, and I’m never letting her go.