Page 240 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

“Right there, huh?”

Siena’s gaze never left his. “Right there, yeah.”

Her orgasm came on fast. Her pupils expanded again just before she came, and her legs widened a little bit more. Her lips made that perfect O shape, and he caught her mouth in another kiss to swallow all her sounds.

He loved her sounds, sure.

He still didn’t want to draw attention to them.

Siena’s hands fumbled with John’s jeans as he kissed down the column of her throat. Salt and sex met his tongue. Her heart thundered under his teeth at her pulse point. He didn’t help her at all because she had things covered.

Soon enough, his length was in her tight little palm, and she was stroking him awake even more. Not that he needed it—his dick was already painfully hard, but her firm tugs gave him a little bit of relief.

Not nearly enough.

He needed to be inside her for that.

“Don’t you want me to fuck you?” he asked in her ear.

Siena shivered.

John chuckled.

“Don’t you want to come again, Siena?”

He didn’t need to tease her more. She fit him between her thighs, and her warm wetness coated the head of his cock while she stroked his dick through her slit.

Once.

Then twice.

She brought him down to her entrance again, and John flexed his hips forward. She was so damn wet that she took all of him in with no hesitation at all. Her cunt soaked him, tightened around him, and took away his ability to breathe for too many seconds.

It was still fucking wonderful.

“Jesus Christ,” he grunted into her throat.

Siena’s breathless laughter coated his senses.

Addicting and sweet.

“Fuck me,” she urged.

His hand slid along her throat, and pushed her head back again. He needed to see her eyes—wanted to look into them and see all the chaos he caused for her like this.

He loved that, too.

Love stared back.

His love lived inside this woman.

“Gonna kill me,” he said.

John felt like a broken record with her sometimes.

It didn’t make it any less true.

“You’ll meet me at the warehouse, then?” John asked.