Page 45 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

John kissed Siena hard—harder than before, and yanked her to him with crushing force. She only sighed a happy sound, and parted those sweet lips of hers to silently ask for more. He didn’t stop kissing her, or touching her, until they hit the bedroom floor.

Her hands worked far faster than his had to get rid of his clothes. They fell to the floor, forgotten, as her fingertips traced the hard lines of his naked abdominal muscles. With each touch, his nerves reacted. That wild feeling grew—the need he tried to shut off like it was a faucet of running water turned on, and cascading down.

A rush of feeling.

John just tipped his head back, and let her touch. He needed to let her explore. It was only when those teasing hands of hers slipped beneath his boxer-briefs that he look back down at her. Her fingers circled his hard dick—tightening and stroking, soft, yet fast.

“Christ,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

“I bet it’ll feel way better when I’m on my back, and you’re inside me,” she whispered.

Fuck.

“Yes to all of that.”

Hell fucking yes.

Siena let him go just long enough to dig through the nightstand. Soon, she had a foil packet in her grasp, before she was tearing it open. He was the one to shove his boxer-briefs down and step out of them, but she rolled the latex down his cock.

John pinched her chin between his forefinger and thumb, and tipped her head back. Soft strokes of her hand circled up and down his length as he kissed her one more time, and then pushed her back to the bed. He climbed between her thighs, and hovered over her.

A kiss to her smirking lips.

Then her trembling chin.

Down over her throat.

Between the valley of her breasts still covered in pink lace.

The lower he went, the more she shivered. Those little breaths of hers picked up when his tongue struck out just below her navel.

“What other sounds do you make, donna?” he asked.

“Guess you’re going to find out, John.”

He grinned against her skin.

Yeah, he liked this woman a lot.

More than he probably should, considering her last name and all.

John’s teeth nipped into her hip, and then he bit into the waistband of her panties. Siena let out a little squeak when he let the panties snap back against her skin. Just as fast, he bit into them again, and started pulling them down. Once they hit the floor, and all he could see was her bare, pink sex as she widened her legs, any desire he had to wait to prolong this was useless.

He couldn’t do it.

She flashed her pussy at him, all wet and waiting, and he was done for.

John was back between Siena’s opened thighs before she had blinked. Her hand guided him home, and he took her with one hard thrust. There was no hesitation to the way her pussy took him all the way in.

A wet, warm heaven.

Soaking him.

Hugging him damn tight.

She became like morphine to him, then. A shot of a drug he was addicted to, and hadn’t gotten a good dose of in far too long. He was the fucking fiend in need of what she was supplying.

Those little breaths of hers turned in to gasps when he pulled back, and thrust in all over again. Those gasps turned in to the neediest moans when his hand slipped between their bodies to toy with her clit as he fucked her.