The slick purple fabric falls to her waist. Reveals her breasts.
Fuck. "Gorgeous."
"Thank you." Her chest heaves with her inhale.
"Who's seen you like this?"
She shudders as I trace her collarbone. "I don't know. A lot of fellow soccer players over the years. I haven't kept track."
"Men?"
"A guy I dated junior year. And then two last year. I was going to sleep with one of them, but we were interrupted."
"You wanted him?"
"Yes, but not the way I want you." Her eyes fill with fire.
"Who else?"
"Three guys at a party. My friend dared me to flash them."
"And you never back down from a dare?"
She nods.
"How did you feel when they saw you?"
"Exposed."
"Did it turn you on?"
"Yes."
"Does this?"
She nods.
My cock stirs as I trace her collarbone. "You want me to touch you properly?"
"Please." She looks up at me expectantly, like she'll die if I don't touch her properly, like she's desperate to beg for more.
Sienna is brash and headstrong. There isn't an obedient bone in her body. That's what I like about her.
But here—
Here, I need her playing by my rules. I need to make sure she can do that.
"Not yet." I bring my other hand to her hip. Pull her closer. So she can feel how hard I am.
She groans as my cock brushes her stomach. "Please."
I reply by bringing my lips to hers.
The kiss she returns is hard and hungry. Then I slip my tongue into her mouth, and she yields.
Her body melts into mine.
Her groans vibrate down my neck.
It makes me dizzy.
The affection. The intimacy.
The control.
I bring my hand to her breast. Run my thumb over her nipple.
She pulls back with a sigh. "Cam."
I watch pleasure spill over her expression. It's so fucking beautiful and it's only the beginning.
It's different with her, terrifying and thrilling in equal measure.
I tease her with my slow circles.
Back and forth.
Up and down.
Softer.
Harder.
Until she yelps.
Enough, she yelps.
Harder.
Her eyes press together. Her lips part with a groan.
Harder.
"Fuck." She reaches for me. Finds the cuff of my jacket. "Cam. Fuck."
I move to her other breast. Tease her until her groan is equal parts pain and pleasure. Then I push her dress off her hips.
The fabric falls to the floor.
She steps out of it. Looks up at me, waiting for instruction.
"Turn around," I say.
She does.
Fuck, I need her naked. I need to see every fucking centimeter of her body. "Take off your knickers."
She brings her hands to her hips. Slides the soft black fabric to her ankles.
"The shoes."
She steps out of her shiny wedges.
She's naked. For me.
Mine.
No. That's a ridiculous thought. There's no fucking way she'll ever be mine. Not anywhere else.
But here—
Here, I can take her.
"Bend over. Touch the floor," I say.
She does.
I move closer. Until our bodies are aligned. Until she can feel my cock against her cunt.
My slacks and boxers are in the way.
It's too much. I need her skin against mine.
But not yet.
Not until I can handle it.
"Cam." She pushes into her hands, so her cunt rubs against my cock.
Even with all the fabric between us, it's divine. I need more. I need to touch her, taste her, fuck her.
I'm as impatient as she is. More even.
"You fuck yourself with toys?" I run my fingers over the flesh of her arse.
"Yes."
"Your fingers?"
"Sometimes." She gasps as I move my fingers closer and closer.
Closer. "But no one else?"
"No one."
"I'll be the first?"
"Yes."
Without warning, I slip two fingers inside her.
She gasps as I stretch her.
She's wet. Ready.
Still, I move slowly as I push my fingers deeper.
Deeper.
Until she gasps.
Then I pull them back and do it again.
Softly to start.
Then harder.
Harder.
Hard enough her nails dig into her ankles.
She gasps as I release her. "Fuck. Cam." It's a plea for more. And a curse for stopping. "Please."
"No." I bring my fingers to my lips. Fuck, she tastes good. Like honey and Sienna. "Stand up."
Slowly, she rises.
"Sit on the bench."
She moves around the low table. Sits on the bench on the left. The one where we sat a few hours ago.
How can everything change in two hours?
Either I'm out of my mind or I've finally found it.
I'm not sure.
I don't care.
I don't care about anything but making her come.
"Spread your legs," I say.
She parts her thighs.
I place my body between her legs. Lower myself to my knees.
Then, I take her hands, place one on my shoulder, curl the other around the back of my neck.
I bring my lips to the inside of her knee. Kiss her gently.
Then harder.
Then it's my palms against her thighs. I push her legs into the bench seat. Hold her in place as I bring my mouth to her cunt.
I brush my lip against her clit.
"Fuck." Her nails curl into my neck. "Cam."
"Say my name when you come." I sink my nails into her thighs. "Exactly like that."
She nods a yes and watches as I dive between her legs.