Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Sienna.
Her name tastes like honey on my tongue, and it takes all the restraint I have not to whisper it aloud, afraid the sound might break the spell and wake her.
A soft sigh leaves her lips, pulling me back from my musings.
She looks angelic, surreal. My heart skips as she shifts slightly in her sleep, eyelashes fluttering against her porcelain cheeks. I itch to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin under my fingers, but I can’t bring myself to destroy this moment.
A few seconds later, her eyelids flutter open to reveal those strikingly beautiful golden amber eyes. They’re hazy with sleep at first, but as they lock onto mine, she curves her lips into a sleep smile.
“Morning,” she murmurs.
“Good morning,” I return. “It feels good to wake up next to you.”
“Mmm... It does.” She stretches her arms above her head, eliciting an adorable groan.
“Hungry?” I ask.
“For you...”
My cock grows harder. “I think I can help you with that.”
Her laughter is like soothing music to my ears, calming my anxieties and fears. It’s almost painful how much I love this woman. The intensity of it all is overwhelming, consuming. Like it was with Jake, only more—because this time I can have my heart’s desire.
She pulls herself up, her eyes never leaving mine. Her gaze is intense, filled with a desire that mirrors my own.
“Brett...”
I tangle my fingers in her hair as I pull her closer. The soft moan that escapes her lips goes straight to my groin.
She turns then so she’s spooning me, her ass against my cock. She wiggles it.
I slide my dick between her gorgeous asscheeks and tickle her pussy lips.
“Mmm...higher,” she says, her voice raspy.
And oh my God.
She’s offering me the perfect gift. Her tight little asshole.
God, I’ve truly found the perfect woman.
“You sure?” I ask.
“Oh, yeah. I love anal.”
She loves anal.
That means she’s done it before.
With Leroy. Maybe with others.
I won’t be the first.
I don’t mind, but damn...I wish I were the only man to feel that forbidden tight tunnel.
“Brett?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Is anal a problem for you?”
“God, no!” I roll off the bed. “I’ll get some lube.”
She giggles again. “Somehow I knew you’d have lube.”
“I’m no boy scout,” I say, “but I always believe in being prepared.”
I find a small tube of lube in my suitcase, still glancing back at Sienna from time to time to make sure she’s real. To make sure this isn’t some dream that I’ll wake from soon to find myself alone and in love with a phantom.
When I return to the bed, Sienna’s still lying on her side, legs bent slightly. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes wide.
This feels like the culmination of something vast and unknowable, something beyond mere physical pleasure. It’s an intimacy that goes beyond flesh and bones, crossing into realms of vulnerability and trust.
Kneeling on the bed behind her, I slowly unwind the cap of the lube, my heart pounding as if it’s trying to match the rhythm of a hard rock song.
“Brett?”
“You okay?” I ask, meeting her gaze.
Her eyes are an open book to me, and right now, they’re flickering with a hint of nervousness.
“Talk to me, Sienna,” I say softly. “Whatever it is you’re thinking, you don’t have to hide it from me.”
She takes a deep breath, and the words tumble out. “I just...I want this to be perfect for you.”
My heart clenches. How did I get so lucky to have a woman who thinks about my pleasure even in her own vulnerability?
“Sienna,” I whisper, running my thumb tenderly over her cheek, “you are perfect. Just being with you is perfect. Trust me. This is icing on a delicious, decadent cake.”
A smile slowly lights up her face, her eyes sparkling with love. I lean over and kiss her, and then I press a finger against her tight entrance.
I kiss the back of her neck while I circle her asshole with one lubed finger until I slip it inside.
A soft gasp leaves her lips as she tenses for a moment, but she quickly relaxes. Her body trusts me, and I am humbled by this gift.
“More,” she whispers, the word barely audible.
I push another finger inside her, feeling her body responding eagerly. I prepare her with slow and patient strokes until I hear the sweet sound of her moaning my name.
“Are you ready?” I ask, my voice thick. The anticipation is palpable in the air between us.
“Yes.” She turns to look at me over her shoulder with eyes filled with trust and desire.
So slowly, so carefully, I enter her, surrendering to the feel of her tightness around me. She gasps at the initial penetration, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath her. I pause to give her time to adjust to the sensation before I move again.
“Brett...” she moans, pushing back against me.