Page 323 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

She could see how this turned around on her.

His palm came down on her ass harder than the first time. The harsh, yet still lovely, sting sent her flying up to her tiptoes with a gasp.

“Play,” John ordered. “And don’t be fucking cute about it, either, or you’ll wait longer, babe.”

“Fuck you,” she whispered through a laugh.

John flashed her a grin with teeth. “And we will be talking about the other shit you brought up after.”

“Whatever,” she said, working her fingers faster against her clit with every passing second. “I got what I wanted.”

“Or you will soon,” he countered.

“You know it, John.”

“Widen those beautiful legs of yours. Show me that pussy—I want to see your fingers nice and wet. It’s all mine, so let me see it.”

Damn.

His filthy words flamed her desire higher.

Siena did what she was told, and made sure to let him see two of her fingers press deep into her sex before she dragged them back up to her clit. “You like that?”

“Just worry about you, babe.”

Because yes, he did like it.

Siena heard the fabric of his shirt ruffle as he yanked it off, and then tossed it aside. She looked back at him again at the rustle of a buckle just in time to see him shove his pants down over his hips, and free his already hard cock from the confines of his boxer-briefs.

Not once did John’s eyes drift away from where her fingers worked between her thighs. She saw lust glint there—a pure, carnal love at what he was seeing. That only made her hotter, and already, she felt like she was going to combust.

Her nerves sang.

Her skin hummed.

Her clit ached.

“Almost?” he asked.

“God, yeah.”

“God does not live in this bedroom, babe. It is just you, and me.”

The spiral of her orgasm came on fast. A shot of cold down her spine, and a wave of heat in her gut. Pleasure started from somewhere in her center, and radiated outward until it reached the tips of her fingers and toes.

“Holy shit,” Siena breathed into the pillow.

Intense, but not quite enough.

Wonderful, but it could have been more.

Good, but the relief didn’t linger.

She couldn’t make herself come like John could. It was sometimes strange to her how this man knew her body even better than she did.

John proved it in those seconds by letting one of his fists tangle in her hair, and sliding his hard length into her clenching sex before she had even finished panting her way through the orgasm. She felt him flex, and he was seated in deep.

Stretching her open.