Page 134 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

He ran his hands down her sides, and grabbed a handful of her ass to grind her lower half in to him. She widened her legs even more, and hooked her heels at his lower back.

“Fuck, my pants are on the other side,” he said, dragging himself away from her mouth.

His unspoken words clung heavily in the air. They didn’t fuck without condoms. It was never a question as John always used them.

“I have the shot, John,” Siena said, stroking a finger down his lips. “I get it on time, and I’m not with anybody else.”

His gaze cut back to her. “I sure fucking hope not.”

Her eyes lowered.

He realized his mistake instantly.

“Me, either, huh?”

Siena nodded, and her lips curved at the edge. “Good to know. It’s fine, though. Just me and you, John.”

Yeah, him and her.

The way it should be.

The way he needed it to be.

John worked fast after that to drag Siena’s white cotton panties down over her legs, and toss them aside. Like the rest of her, the panties were soaked. He fit himself between her thighs, and let her pull him close as his cock slid through the lips of her sex.

Her back came up out of the water in an arch when he thrust in. Every single fucking inch of her took him in, and hugged him tight.

She was wet, sure, but her pussy was something else. Warmer than the water, and wrapping all around him. A deep ache settled in his chest as he tried to stay still for a second—long enough to feel her, and just be. Without something between them. All bare, and feeling everything because of it.

Just like that, he was inside her, and everything was right again.

He was alive again.

Breathing again.

Siena’s fingernails made red lines down his back when he drew out, and slammed right back in. Her white dress slid up under his hands, exposing more skin for him to kiss, and taste.

He liked her throat the best.

How sounds crawled from it when his tempo picked up. How her muscles and tendons strained when he fucked her harder. How her pulse raced when his teeth cut into her skin and left a mark behind.

He liked those marks.

It meant she was his

“Oh, my God, John.”

Her words were a light whisper in his hear.

Perfect and full of sin.

Blissed and high.

Fucking her did that to him, too.

Made him so goddamn high.

She came the first time with his name falling from her tongue. He flipped them over to get her on top for round two. He only let her ride him long enough to get that second orgasm, and then he was done for.

Nothing had ever felt better than coming inside her. He doubted anything would feel that good again.