An incredulous-sounding chuckle bursts from her. “And what will you tell my parents when they ask why I’ve suddenly changed my mind?”
“The truth. I finally made you realize that fighting our love is futile and we belong together.”
Her expression turns somber, and she doesn’t bother hiding the heartache as she whispers, “We don’t belong together, Christiano.”
Shaking my head, I give her a look of warning. “Don’t even go there. I’m done talking about this shit, Sienna.”
Letting out a sigh, she grabs a plate of food and a fork, then leaves the kitchen.
I pick up my plate, which is loaded with twice the amount of food as hers, and grabbing a fork, I go to join her in the living room.
Sienna’s sitting on the baywindow seat again, and I take the same position as last night on the couch facing her.
My eyes remain locked on her as I eat the food she’s prepared.
I drink in her feminine movements and how she nibbles on the two strips of bacon.
Watching her eat turns me on, and my cock hardens until it’s pushing against the zipper of my pants.
The white and pink summer dress she’s wearing leaves her legs exposed, and as my eyes devour every inch of creamy skin from her toes to her thighs, tension begins to vibrate in the air.
I lean forward and set my plate down on the glass coffee table before leaning back against the couch again.
When Sienna swallows her last bite and stands up to collect my plate, I lean forward and take her plate from her hand, before setting it down on top of mine. Grabbing hold of her hips, I yank her onto my lap, and while a gasp bursts from her, I position her exactly how I want her so she’s straddling me.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her tone filled with caution.
The fabric of her dress is pushed up, and I can’t resist rubbing my palms up and down her thighs. “I’m tired of fighting. Just let me love you, Sienna.”
Lifting my left hand, I cup her cheek, and when I press my mouth to hers, she doesn’t jerk away. I lick the inside of her mouth before my teeth tug at her bottom lip. When our eyes meet again, I say, “I want you so fucking bad. Put me out of my misery, princess.”
She thinks about something for a few seconds, then she tilts her head. “You haven’t had sex the past eight years?”
“Almost nine years,” I correct her. My birthday is in two months. “I haven’t.” My right hand slips beneath the fabric of her dress, and when I brush my knuckles over her panties, I feel how wet she is for me. Leaning in, I drop my voice low as I admit, “That doesn’t mean I didn’t improvise.” I nudge the lace out of my way and slowly push a finger into her pussy. “I’ve spent many hours fucking my fist while fantasizing that it’s you, but goddamn, baby…” I scrape my teeth over her lower lip again, “…nothing I imagined comes close to the real thing.”
“Me too.” My eyes snap to hers again, and when I give her a questioning look, she adds, “I haven’t been with anyone in nine years.”
Thank God. She’s been loyal to me.
Sienna begins to swivel her hips, and when she lets out a moan, I can’t wait a second longer.
Moving as fast as I can, I rip my belt loose, and pulling down the zipper of my pants, I quickly free my aching cock.
Sienna moves her panties to the side while positioning herself over me, and the instant I press against her opening, a desperate groan rumbles from me.
Christ, I need her more than my next breath.
I push hard against her, and when I finally surge into her tight, wet heat, the pleasure is instantaneous.
“Fuck, baby,” I say, my voice strained as I grab hold of her hips so I can pull her down every time I thrust inside her.
The slick sounds of her arousal coating my cock, drive me fucking wild, and unable to keep a steady pace because I have zero control, I’m thankful when Sienna takes over.
Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she begins to ride me hard and fast, and having my woman bouncing on my lap is a fucking wet dream come true.
“Fuck me hard,” I order, my tone hoarse and dark. “Show me how much you love me.”
Sienna’s mouth crashes against mine, and I let her have her way with me, relishing in every ounce of heated affection she gives me.
