slipped one finger inside her tight, moist opening and massaged her plump clit, rubbing the hard, blood-filled tip until she whimpered, crying out from the pleasure he gave her.
He inserted another finger and rubbed her clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of her body.
Sienna tossed her head against the soft cushions on the sofa and arched her body sharply into his. “That feels good, so damn good.”
He stifled his own groans when her silken walls clamped down on his fingers. While one hand continued to minister to her pussy, the other molded her breast.
He nibbled kisses on her lips, licking the full lower rim, nipping it, before recapturing her mouth in a hot kiss. Her luscious lips were soft and wet. Perfect. Just like the rest of her.
Mac gently pried open her mouth, inserted his tongue, and groaned into her mouth, searching for her tongue.
He released her mouth and rained kisses down her throat, between her ample breasts, before journeying over to capture one tight, erect bud, pulling the long nipple into his mouth and nursing from her.
He reluctantly released his hold on her breast and pulled his fingers out of her clenching walls, ignoring her cry of protest. Easing his body down the sofa, he dropped to his knees on the floor and arranged her body, placing both of her legs over his shoulders, and leaned into her pussy.
Mac inhaled deep, taking in her heady scent. He placed two fingers alongside the lips of her vagina and separated them. He licked the side of her thigh, laving a trail to the core of her, and stroked her from the back of her opening to the tip of her hood, and pulled the hidden treasure inside his mouth.
“Oooh!” she screamed, her body jerking, her thighs clenching against his head, keeping him right where she wanted him to be.
9
When his rough tongue lapped against her thighs, and his sweet, hot kisses traveled to her vagina, Sienna nearly came.
Sienna half-raised her body from the soft cushions of the sofa, her legs clamping against his face.
The sight of his dark head between her thighs, his hot breath scorching the skin of her inner thighs, was enough to send liquid from her. Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs.
“No, let me finish eating you,” he said, and opened his mouth wide. Using his entire tongue, he lapped at her core.
The words and incredible feel of his tongue against her pussy forced her cream to rush from her body. Sienna relaxed her legs and opened herself to his mouth, his lips, his demanding tongue.
With slow licks and soft bites, he ministered to her, swirling his tongue alongside the soft tissue of her inner core, ignoring her whimpers and cries. Sienna was dizzy with the onslaught of erotic sensations.
“Oh God…that feels so good,” she moaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” He murmured the words against her quivering pussy.
“No! Please don’t stop!” Sienna cried out when he blew a hot breath against her inner lips, her body slumping back against the cushions when he curled his tongue around her clit.
He used his talented fingers and kept her lips separated. He suckled on her and she bucked against him, accepting his oral loving, her hands clutching the corners of the seat cushions on either side of her, grabbing one and holding it against her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure.
In sensual agony, she accepted the wicked glides of his tongue, teeth, and lips, in and around her pussy.
He carefully worked one, two, until he had four of his thick fingers embedded deep inside her drenched channel. He curled them inside her body, rotating them in smooth, circular movements, and Sienna screamed as she released.
Before lifting her in his arms, he withdrew his fingers and kissed her sensitive flesh. Her release was so prolonged, drained her so completely, that afterward she was too weak to do anything but lay back in his arms when he strode out of the room with her nestled in his arms.
She barely cataloged in her mind the journey down a long hallway toward a closed room. He kicked open the door to the bedroom, carried her inside, pulled back the thick comforter, and placed her on satin sheets.
Sienna watched in blissful contentment as he shucked his clothes and walked over to a bureau and opened the top drawer. Her heart raced when he withdrew several foil packets and tossed them on the side table near the bed.
She moaned when he crawled onto the bed, naked, shoved her legs up, and held on to her knees. His beautiful, hard body brushed against her sensitive skin.
The clarity of his intent shone brightly in his light-colored eyes.
Save the light from the hallway, and the illumination of the moon, the room was bathed in a sensual glow of semidarkness. Yet, Sienna could clearly make out the hard length of his thick, curved penis resting against the muscled planes of his softly furred stomach.
As he ripped one of the condoms open with his teeth, she swallowed the melon-ball size of lust and desire. Before he could roll the prophylactic on, she reached down and trailed her fingers over his tight erection. The contrast of hard cock and soft skin was as enticing as it was beautiful.
She caressed him, stem to root, and grasped the soft sac covering his testicles, the weight heavy and warm to her touch. She feathered her fingers up his length and smoothed her fingers over the bulbous, pre–cum-tipped head.
His gaze was hot, intent, focused on her as she played with him. With a small smile, she opened her mouth and licked her fingers, the taste of his cum both sweet and salty.
“No,” he bit out harshly. “If you keep that up, this won’t last long.”
“Turnabout is fair play,” Sienna murmured, her eyes trained on his beautiful cock.
She never gave a man head, never wanted that closeness when a woman willingly took a man’s shaft in her mouth, deep, and made love to it.
Yet, with this man, she longed for that closeness, even if it was temporary.
She closed her eyes and swallowed the excess of fluid in her mouth.
The thought of her going down on him, taking every glorious inch of him deep inside her mouth, of him bathing the back of her throat with his cum, was a tantalizing fantasy in her mind.
One she wanted to come true. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
“Later, maybe. Now I want to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around my dick,” he replied in a coarse voice. He must have read the purpose in her eyes and she stifled a need to laugh.
All humor evaporated when he rolled the condom onto his shaft, shoved her legs farther apart, spread her wide, and pushed into her.
“Ummm…wait—wait,” she panted as he began to fill her.
He paused at her portal.
Sienna felt her walls clamp down, firm, against his invasion. She’d made love before—it wasn’t as if she were a virgin, and hadn’t been one for longer than she wanted to
