The Yeah, Baby Series

I came up behind Sienna and slid my arms around her waist, hugging her back into my chest. Her hair was pulled back in a braid, leaving her neck exposed. My head dipped to brush a kiss over the sensitive spot behind her ear and I smiled when she shivered.

“I knew I’d find you in here,” I chuckled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you preferred Andy’s company over mine.”

“Hi!” She tilted her head back and beamed at me. Then excitedly launched into an explanation of what she’d learned from Andy that day and some dishes she wanted to try in our kitchen.

“I’ll put the fire department on standby.” I grinned when she scowled at me, then wiped the look off of her face with a deep kiss. I’d continued to try and teach her to cook and so far, she’d mastered boiling water and scrambled eggs. And we’d experimented several times with different syrups and creams to decide what made her the most delicious dessert. I had yet to find anything I didn’t enjoy licking off her body.

But, when she wanted to test out her theories, I did most of the cooking.

“Jeez, start a fire two times…” she grumbled. Andy laughed and with exaggerated slowness, dragged a dish towel away from Sienna.

She chuckled and shrugged. “Probably a smart move. It’s one thing to burn my own kitchen down, but I don’t want to risk Saphyre.”

Hearing her refer to it as her “own,” I felt a surge of tenderness. I hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. She sighed, and my cock roared to life. It was the same contented sound I heard each and every time after I’d made her come.

“Let’s go back to my office, baby. I need to talk to you about something. And”—I purred as I pushed my erection into her back—“I’m hungry.”

She squirmed in her seat, making me even harder. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and run back to my office where I could—

“I can whip something up for you guys,” Andy offered as she speedily sliced through an onion.

“Thanks, Andy. But that’s not the kind of snack I had in mind.” I smirked as I watched a flush creep up the back of Sienna’s neck.

“Owen,” she hissed, at the same time Andy yelped and covered her ears, running to the other side of the room. I threw my head back as I laughed, my chest and shoulders shaking from the force of my mirth. After it subsided, I grabbed Sienna around the waist and tossed her over my shoulder, fireman style, then made a beeline for my office.

Once we were inside, I slammed both doors shut and locked them before gently lowering her to her feet in front of the two chairs sitting side by side and facing my desk. I flipped her around and slid her black, linen skirt up to bunch around her waist. Then I took her hands and guided them to the chair backs, one on each, and curled her fingers around them. “Climb on and hold tight, baby,” I growled.

They were sturdy, extremely heavy chairs and I knew they would withstand what I had planned for her. I helped her into position, placing one knee on each chair, their arm rests in between. In order to keep herself perched above them, she had to push her ass back and up. I dropped to my knees, ripped her lacy pink thong, and tossed it to the side. With her legs spread wide, she was in the perfect position. Her pussy glistened, and I licked my lips in anticipation of that first sweet taste of her nectar.

My hands glided up the backs of her thighs until they reached the apex. I drew one finger between her southern lips and licked it clean. With my hands palming her ass, I spread her open, baring her naked pussy. “Fuck, you’re pink and swollen, baby. And wet, so fucking wet,” I groaned. Finally, I leaned in and licked her slit from front to back.

She moaned and quivered, causing a rush of liquid to seep out which I greedily lapped up. Fucking hell. For some reason, she seemed to taste even sweeter. Something was different, and it caused a frenzy inside me. I buried my head in her pussy, licking, sucking, biting. I speared my tongue into her opening and she cried out, her muscles clenching around it. My cock had swelled painfully and was leaking steadily, most likely making a complete mess of my pants. It wanted its turn, but I forced it to be patient while I finished eating.

Sienna whimpered and started rocking her ass back into my face as I continued to fuck her with my tongue. Her sounds of pleasure escalated. “Yes!! Oh yes, Owen! Yes!”

It spurred my need, and I knew I wouldn’t hold out much longer. Reaching around her thigh and in between her legs, I pinched her clit while my tongue thrust hard inside her. She shuddered once, then screamed my name as she shattered.

There was no time for me to savor her orgasm, I needed to be inside her before I lost my fucking mind. Surging to my feet, I unbuckled my belt and wrenched down my zipper. My cock sprang free, relieved to be out from its agonizing confinement. I wasted no time spreading Sienna’s cheeks again and slamming in until I was buried to the root.

She was still in the throes of her orgasm, and her walls gripped my cock as they pulsed with each shudder. It was like a million tiny tongues licking my shaft and I groaned in ecstasy. It was difficult to pull out, but I fought the suction until only the tip was in, then pushed back in hard. She screamed, and though she hadn’t fully come down from her last orgasm, she spiraled up again.

My ass clenched tight as I fought the tingling at the base of my spine, not ready to let go. I pressed on her thighs to widen her stance as far as I dared without causing her to fall. It allowed me to sink even deeper inside her, and the angle caused my dick to drag along her most sensitive inner spot every time I went in and out. Bending forward, I covered her hands with my own and started thrusting, bottoming out every time.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” I panted. “You’re pussy is so fucking tight, Sienna, I can barely pull out. Fuck yes! I want your cream all over my cock. Take me deeper, baby. I know you can—fuck! Oh, fuck yeah.” She bore down and I lost my steady rhythm, pounding in and out frantically.

Suddenly, she threw her head back, her body arching, and screamed. She came so hard, her pussy was like a vice, squeezing me so tight I saw stars. I couldn’t do anything but follow right behind her. With a shout, my cock exploded inside her, filling her womb with my seed and I continued to pump shallowly, pushing in every last drop.

Once I felt a little more in control, I let go of her hands and cupped her tits, lifting her upper body and pressing her back to my chest. I kissed her neck, nibbling with little licks and bites. “There isn’t anywhere I’d rather be than inside you, baby,” I mumbled. I could feel her distended nipples scraping my palms through her bra and shirt. Her ass bucked into my groin when I twisted and plucked them, and I was instantly hard again.

I pulled out and lifted her off the chair, then maneuvered us so I was sitting and she was impaled on my dick once again. “Ride me, Sienna,” I demanded. Her brown eyes burned with fire as she grabbed onto my shoulders and did what she’d been told.

Later, after I’d made her come twice more, I cleaned us both up in the little bathroom. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms, returning to my desk and settling her in my lap after dropping into my chair.

Sienna ran a finger down the center of my chest and buried her face in my neck. I felt her tongue dart out and lick me, causing me to groan. “Behave, Sienna,” I growled. “Or you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Not that I mind satisfying your craving.” Her voice was muffled against my skin and I felt her cheeks rise with a smile. “But, maybe next time you could be my snack instead.”

I sucked in a breath as a visual of my woman, on her knees under my desk, her plump lips wrapped around my cock while I worked, popped into my head. A bulge sprang up in my pants, right under Sienna’s sweet ass. I closed my eyes tight and tried to focus.

“Baby, my body is all yours,” I grunted. “But, I have something I want to talk to you about first.”

She laid her head on my chest, tucked under my chin, and sighed when my arms closed around her. “What’s up?”

“I got the contract for that reality show I’m going to be a judge on. W

e’ve negotiated the dates I’ll need to be there, and I’m taking you with me.”

“I’ve got class, Owen,” she protested, but I could hear the disappointment in her tone.

I hugged her tight and smiled, excited to tell her what I’d worked out with them. “We’ll be filming next week, over your spring break, baby. I wouldn’t have even considered going if it meant I had to leave you. These shows film in a shorter amount of time than the audience realizes since the episodes only air once a week.”