“Out the door.”
“Preferably.”
Alright.
Another attempt to turn to do just that but, this time, Sienna forges forward. Her soft chest hits mine before her fingers are threading through my hair and dragging my face down to hers.
I don’t resist it.
I don’t pull back and turn my head.
I devour.
Our lips clash into a whirlwind of pure need and lust as I lift her up by her ass and delve my tongue inside her mouth.
Sienna moans, a sound that I’ve missed since Saturday and exactly as I remember.
I have no fucking clue where I’m going, not taking a good layout of her place, but I’m good with a wall as I slam her back into one.
“Bedroom,” she mutters through lapses of kisses. “Down the hall, on the right.”
She unwraps her legs around my waist, then makes me chase her mouth when she bends over to remove her sweatpants.
Her shirt is next, ripped over her head and exposing a matching lace bra that barely covers her flawless tits.
And the teacher is definitely showing out with what she’s working with.
“Fuck me,” I mindlessly groan the moment her little fingers start to unbutton my jeans with impatience.
“Is that what you want me to do again?” she taunts, a little spread of her lips only coaxing me to lose control.
To fail to keep in sight what she wanted to do.
“Only if you give me time to return the favor, Sienna.” My gaze holds her impenetrable golds when I add, “Make sure that, if you touch my dick, you’re ready for a full night.”
Her hand snakes down, between my jeans and boxers, and it’s over.
My fingers wrap underneath her chin, leaning in to kiss her again, and I mock her actions by sliding my fingers between her thighs and finding the lace material of her panties.
Her grip finds my cock, her palm sliding over my rigid length, and I groan as she slowly strokes me through my pants.
I run my index and middle finger up her clit, finding her already wet and ready for me. It only provokes the need to get closer as my ring finger hooks around the edge of her bottoms to expose her sweet center.
I need to touch her.
Be inside her.
The touch of her soaked for me almost makes my composure snap in two. An inferno is currently festering its way through my whole frame, and I can’t stop it.
My head spins, all the blood in my body rushing from my head right to my dick, and Sienna holds that fucker like it’s her only job to touch it.
She can.
Any fucking time she wants.
Sienna’s mouth molds so goddamn perfectly to mine, and I begin to unbuckle under her movements. The feel of her as I circle her cunt and feel those shattered exhales that brush my lips, and she begins to experience her own buildup.
It only heightens my desire.
