Page 216 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

It was glorious.

Siena had only blinked, and John was rising from the floor. His hands trailed over the backs of her naked legs, her thighs, and ass. He let her step out of the panties that had bunched into a useless pile at her heels. The second the garment was gone, his hands pressed at her back and ass again, and she found herself lifted from the floor.

The room spun.

John was all she saw.

Siena’s back hit the bed, and his hands did that goddamn wandering thing again. Stroking her skin, and memorizing her with touch. Her back arched as his weight came over hers. A substantial weight that left her feeling breathless and oh, so high.

She fumbled with his belt, and the pants until he could pull them down, and kick them off. Soon, his shirt was gone too, and then the white boxer-briefs. He pulled at the hook of her bra connecting the two cups together, and freed it from her body. Nothing was between them but skin, and the hardness of his cock pressing into her thigh.

John’s lips were at her throat again. His teeth nipped into her pulse point, and his tongue tasted her skin. His words crawled over her in the best way—soft, yet harsh at the same time. Like the promise of a hard fuck that would leave her sore, but so satisfied, too.

“Get those fucking legs open for me, donna,” he said.

His voice was a rumble.

Thick and dark.

Siena widened for him, and he fit between her perfectly. Just like he always had. She only felt his hand between her thighs for a brief second, and then the head of his cock was at her slid. Rubbing, smearing her juices, and teasing her.

Begging was easy.

With him, it was too easy.

“Please fuck me,” she whispered. “Oh, my God.”

She missed him.

Too much.

It couldn’t be healthy.

She didn’t care.

John’s hands found her hips, his fingers dug in hard enough to leave marks behind, and she sucked in a sharp breath. The waiting was a killer—the knowledge that it was coming, but not yet there was enough to drive her crazy.

And then he was.

If that first thrust was heaven, the ones that followed were unaltered sin. A bliss like no other. He stretched her wide, his cock filled her full, and her nerves sang.

He fucked her crazy.

Until her lungs ached from panting so hard, and her lips were numb from his kisses. His teeth left imprints behind, and her skin heated beyond compare.

Siena’s fingernails dragged lines over the flexing muscles of John’s back with each push and pull of his body into hers. Deeper, and harder he came. Hitting the right spot every single fucking time, and then dragging every inch of his cock against it as he left her once again.

She couldn’t get enough.

Not of this man.

Or of them.

It was never going to be enough.

“More,” she demanded.

He gave her that, too.