Page 239 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

John took that bit of frosting on the tip of his finger, and smeared it along Siena’s bottom lip. He didn’t even give her the chance to clean it off before his mouth was on hers. He used his lips, teeth, and tongue to take away the frosting. His teeth nipped into her bottom lip, and pulled gently. She rocked her hips as he pressed closer, and it only made his growing erection grind into her center.

His tongue felt numb from their kiss, and her taste. Sweet from the sugar, and goddamn hot from her.

Siena’s tongue battled with John’s. Her fingernails cut into his jaw line when she pulled him impossibly closer. Shit, all he could think about now was getting his cock buried nine inches into the heaven that was between Siena’s thighs.

It had been too long.

He couldn’t wait—patience was not his friend, and it had never been.

Yanking up the skirt of her dress, and never breaking their kiss, John pulled Siena’s thong down her legs. The forgotten material fell somewhere to the floor as Siena’s lips left his, and trailed down his throat.

One kiss.

Then another.

His breath caught in his throat when her lips sucked at his jaw. The breath came out in a rush when her teeth cut into the same spot.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“We’re getting there,” she promised. “You should probably hurry up, John.”

Laughing, John grabbed Siena by her throat, and tipped her head back. He stared into deep blue, and watched how her pupils blew wide from his rough handling. She was loving this—she always seemed to love whatever he did to her.

To the outside, Siena was sweet and innocent. Her appearance, with her gentle smiles and wide eyes, made people think she was nothing more than a doe-eyed woman. Harmless, entirely honest, and pure.

Those people didn’t know a damn thing.

Not about Siena, anyway.

This girl was sin.

His sin.

John liked that just fine.

“I make the demands,” he told her, “and not you.”

“Sometimes me, too,” she said, pouting.

John kissed her pout just because he could. “Sometimes you too, yeah.”

He had to give her something, after all.

His hand snaked between her thighs—wet, hot flesh met his fingertips when he stroked her pussy. Bare and soft, he knew she had been waxed recently. He loved when nothing was between them. Loved the feel of her entirely naked against him.

He let two of his fingers sweep through her sex again, taking wetness from her slit up to her clit. One circle around the throbbing nub, and then a second, and Siena’s legs trembled against the pressure. She was staring down to watch John play with her pussy, but he couldn’t have that.

A slight tap of his hand against her sex made her gaze fly upward.

“Eyes on me right now,” he said.

Siena blew out a breath. “But I want to—”

“Eyes on me.”

He punctuated that statement by letting his two fingers slip inside her sex. Instantly, he curled his fingertips into her G-spot hard. His thumb slipped up, and rubbed at her clit at the same time.

It didn’t take long before her fast, short breaths turned into low, sexy cries. Her legs trembled more, and her inner walls clenched firmly around his fingers.