“You know, Beth pushed me to accept your offer. She always says that I need to loosen up and not be so focused on my future all the time. It seems like everyone in my life thinks I shouldn’t have such a meticulous ten-year plan.” She speaks almost hesitantly.
“That’s funny. I’ve heard the opposite from Roman. All he wants me to do is plan and be more responsible. Never mind the fact that I have great ideas, but he refuses to listen to them just because they aren’t packed into a pretty presentation for him.”
“Well, it might not hurt your chances at getting a job if you made a small presentation for him,” she says with a grimace.
I laugh at her response. “I suppose I could. It’d be easy now that I have an expert planner by my side.”
She waves off my joke. “I think maybe I’ve done a little too much planning lately.”
Testing the waters, I ask, “And this plan of yours, is it flexible in any way?” In a way that could account forme?
Her eyes widen at my question, but she avoids giving an answer. “Let’s just enjoy our time together. This trip has been a nice break for me, and I’d rather not think about my plan or even my career for our final days here. Can we do that? Just enjoy our time together without worrying about what comes after this?”
“Deal.” Placing my hand on Sienna’s cheek again, I pull her in for a kiss. When I lick her lips, she opens up at my invitation, and our tongues collide, deepening the kiss.
There’s a slight pain in my chest at her dismissal of my question. If she wants to live in the moment, then I’ll give her a moment to remember. I’m not sure our partnership was ever fake for me. As she kisses me with more passion, I realize that somewhere along the way, this stopped being fake for her too.
But I can respect if she isn’t ready to confront that yet. I’ll take whatever she is willing to give me tonight.
Sliding my hand to the back of her neck, I tilt her head to deepen the kiss. She tastes like a mix of the strawberries and champagne we had with dinner, and I savor her sweet taste.
Finally having a chance to do what I’ve wanted all night, I drop my hand to her bare thigh, through the slit of her dress. Playfully teasing her skin, I slide my hand up and down her leg but never quite reach the lace of her underwear.
The teasing must pain her as much as it pains me because, to my surprise, she lifts that leg over me andstraddles my lap. Breaking our kiss for a moment, I greedily take her in.
The yellow dress, which perfectly contrasts her smooth brown skin, splits at the slit. It rides up so high that I can see where she is pressed against my cock, a thin layer of lace and denim the only thing separating us.
Sliding my hands up her thighs, we fall back into a kiss. My cock twitches at the taste of her again. When Sienna runs her hand through my hair and gently tugs, I can’t help but grip her hips in response.
She lets out a small moan when my grip causes her hips to rock on my cock. Her wetness seeps through the fabric of my pants as she continues to grind down on my cock. A groan slips free from my throat at the rock of her hips.
Kissing a trail from the corner of her lips, across her jaw, and down her neck, I stop just short of her chest. Taking her in again, I watch as my hands slide up her body, snagging on her dress as I skate my hand across her toned stomach to cup her breasts through the fabric.
Biting down on the fabric just above her breasts, I pull down, scraping my teeth across her nipple as I do so. Her body shivers against mine at the touch. I do the same to the other breast, leaving them both exposed as I plant a few kisses on her sternum. My cock throbs when she grinds down harder on me at my touch, her bare breasts now fully exposed.
Licking up her sternum, I massage her breasts, lightly brushing my thumb over her nipples, teasing them as I go. The slight sting to my scalp as her grip tightens in myhair in response to the teasing is all the motivation I need to keep her on the edge.
Fed up with my teasing, she pulls me in for another kiss. “Fuck me,” she says, her lips still touching mine. I nip at her bottom lip with my teeth, enjoying the moans I pull out of her as I do.
“Please, Theo.” I marvel at the sight of her grinding on my lap, begging me to fuck her. She tugs at the bottom of my T-shirt, pulling it off over my head. Her eyes follow her hand as she drags it down my chest to my abs. Reaching up, I brush my thumb across her bottom lip.
Sienna has her life planned out down to the last second. Her ambition is unmatched, and her determination is unlike anything I’ve seen. She was compassionate with my brothers and me, and sensitive to our reactions when she found Mom’s recipes. She entertains Alex’s dramatic behavior. I even think she’s warmed up to Roman. Without a doubt, she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I think the most attractive thing about her is the grace, ambition, and determination with which she’s set out to reach her goals. It’s motivating and sexy as hell, to say the least. I’ve never been a “plan” man myself, but something about her makes me want to beg to be worked into her plan in any way she’ll have me. I’d just be happy to be included.
But she’s not ready to hear all of that. So instead, I live in the moment with her, at her request.
“Patience, Sienna...” I plant another kiss between her breasts and place my hands under her thighs. “But first…” In one swift motion, I flip us over so she’s lying on her back on the blanket. I wiggle against her as I settle between her thighs.
“I never got my dessert.” I punctuate my sentence with a thrust of my hips against her core. I smile when she lets out a small squeal in response.
Kissing down her neck, I take one of her breasts in my hand again, this time, massaging her nipple as I take the other into my mouth.
Her moans are a sweet symphony in my ears as I continue to suck, pinch, and nip at her nipples. But it isn’t enough. I wasn’t lying when I said I was still waiting on dessert.
As I move down her body, I take note of how she reacts to my touch. I burn every movement into my brain in case I’m ever lucky enough to get this opportunity again. Or more likely, in case this is the only time I’ll get the opportunity to be this close to Sienna.
The way she lets out the smallest of giggles when I kiss her sides. The way she moans anytime I kiss near her breasts. And the way her back arches when I kiss just below her belly button.
