Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Sienna
Eighteen-years-old
Fabien picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, and I squeal as my ass gets a playful swat.
He carries me to his bedroom, closing and locking the door. Dropping me on the bed, he slides in beside me, cradling my cheeks in his hands.
My trembling body gives me away. “I’m nervous,” I whisper.
He drops a hand, grabbing mine and placing it over his heart; it’s pounding like a jackhammer.
My forehead creases. “But you’ve done this before.”
Fabien releases a shaky breath. “Not with you. Now hush and kiss me.”
“Bossy,” I tell him.
“Guilty.” His lips inch closer to mine, hovering there.
My heart beats in my ears as I move that last little bit, pressing my lips to his. That electric feeling is back, coursing throughout my body. Fabien feels it too; a deep sound vibrates from his chest, causing a heartbeat sensation between my legs.
His cherry-coated tongue traces my bottom lip, and I open for him. Slipping his tongue inside my mouth, he twists it around mine. He’s completely in control of this slow and sensual dance, while I feel like I’m falling off a cliff.
I’ve kissed a boy before, but nothing like this.
Kissing Fabien Calvani is altering my brain chemistry. For the better or the worse, that remains to be seen.
Minutes. Hours. Days. I lose track of how long we lay there exploring each other with our tongues.
His kisses become more wild, more dominating. Wet. Sloppy. Desperate tongue and teeth.
A whimpering, needy mess, I want Fabien Calvani to devour me whole.
He must be able to read my mind, because he rakes his teeth down my neck, nipping beneath my ear.
My body arches as he licks my frantic pulse. “Fabien.” I whimper.
A groan rumbles his chest. “Sienna, baby, you’ve got me so hard I might come before I get inside you.”
I shift to a seated position, and he watches with heavy eyes as I pull his hoodie over my head, tossing it to the floor.
My breasts tighten as I move my hands to the waistband of his boxers, shimmying out of those.
I’m so wet, it’s dripping down my thighs.
I’m too turned on to worry whether that’s normal.
“Fuuuuuck.” He takes me in, his eyes dilated to where the blue no longer remains. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but thank you.” He holds his hands in a prayer position, and a nervous giggle escapes my lips.
Fabien shrugs out of his tee, and my breath hitches. Two tattoos adorn hard lines and olive skin. One on his right bicep in another language, La famiglia prima di tutto. The other, a melting ice cube and pick over his right pectoral.
A question about them is on the tip of my tongue, but I’m distracted when he removes his sweats and boxers.
Holy shit.
My wide eyes take in his massive erect penis. I look at it, and down between my legs, and back at it. Physically, I don’t see how this math maths.
Fabien’s large hand splays between my breasts, pushing me back down as he hovers over me. “It’ll fit.” He flashes a cocky grin.
He dips his head, his tongue flicking my pebbled nipple, and I moan. My hands find his hair, and I run my nails along his scalp as he laps at my nipple. “Please,” I beg, the ache between my legs becoming nearly unbearable. It’s a burning sensation I’ve never felt before.
For it is better to marry than burn.
Good ole religious shame is trying to creep its way in, but I immediately shut it down. Those backwards beliefs about sex were never mine, and I’m not going to let anything ruin this moment.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Fabien says, watching me intently.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
In no hurry, he smiles as he moves his attention to my other nipple, massaging my free breast with his hand. “These are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. They’ll look even prettier when they’re covered in my cum.”
“Oh, God.” His touch, coupled with his filthy words, causes my entire body to shudder.
With a smile, he dips his tongue lower, tracing around my belly button as my stomach goes hollow. “Fabien,” he corrects me. “You pray to me now.”
“Blasphemy,” I breathe.
“Nah, baby, that’s gospel.”
Gripping my legs, he dips his head lower, lapping the desire running down my inner thigh. My entire body shudders violently.
His tongue darts over, swiping my clit.
“Oh Go—”
That rewards my clit with a little nip of his teeth.
“Fabien,” I yelp.
“That’s right,” he praises, and fire spreads in my veins. “Now let’s get this beautiful pussy ready for my cock.”
Fabien
I’ve never been this nervous in my life. I want to blow Sienna’s mind, all the while I’m terrified I’ll blow my load before I even get the tip inside.
Skimming my nose along her clit, I inhale deeply. So fucking sweet. Her body trembles with nerves, and to lighten the mood, I tell her, “Ahh. So the curtains do match the drapes.”
Sienna rolls her eyes, flicking the top of my head using her middle finger and thumb, and I reward her by giving her clit another nip.
She squeals, and I laugh against her slick pussy before giving it a swipe with my tongue.
“Oh.” She grabs onto my head for dear life as I begin eating her pussy in earnest.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I murmur against her throbbing clit. A little bit sweet. A little bit salty. She’s perfection. “Come on my tongue, piccola volpe.” I get back to work, looking up from between Sienna’s legs to watch her reaction.
She writhes. Moans. Pants. Grips a handful of the sheets and then releases them.
Watching her fall apart is a revelation.
Making her fall apart is my fucking wet dream come to life.
Pussy juice runs down my chin and onto my neck, and it’s taking all my restraint not to come in my pants.
“Fabien, it’s too much.” Sienna whimpers, rising onto her elbows.
“You’re so close,” I assure her. “Don’t fight it. Lay back and relax for me. I promise to make you feel good.”
She nods resolutely, lying back down, as I continue working her with my tongue. I find a spot she likes and refuse to let up, alternating between using the flat and the tip of my tongue.
“Oh.” Sienna runs her hands over her face as her back arches. I move my tongue faster, slipping inside her with my middle finger. “Shit!” she cries out.
“You’re so damn tight.” I grit between my teeth. Promised her I’d fit, but I’m not so sure.
She moans as I add another finger, scissoring back and forth to stretch her out just a bit as I continue to fuck her with my tongue. Her body begins to tremble, her pleasure building, and I don’t dare let up.
“Fabien,” she cries, her upper body jackknifing as she comes, the intensity of her orgasm knocking her back onto the bed.
A triumphant smile stretches across my face as I crawl up her body, lining up the head of my cock with her tight entrance.
She surprises me by tracing my bottom lip with her tongue, getting a taste of herself.
That’s it. I’m officially addicted to Sienna Jenkins.