Sienna looked up, giving me a death stare before her eyes went back to her book. “Yes, f**king fire that bitch you’ve f**ked before. God help me if you lay a finger on her during this damn flight to Spain.”
She was sexually frustrated, I got that, but I didn’t trust myself yet. I simply couldn’t manage right now. As for her jibe, unfortunately, Ivanna was one of the stewardesses in flight with us. Although, I had already been thinking of having her reassigned somewhere else, I wasn’t going to fire her merely because Sienna was unhappy.
I was about to say something in regards to that subject when Sienna carefully stood up, sighing as she walked past and headed towards the bedroom.
My eyes checked the time on my laptop screen, timing how long it would take me to come after her. Five? Ten? Okay, fifteen minutes would be the safest bet. She needed to breathe for a little bit. When the time came, I closed the lid of my laptop and slowly stood up, pushing my black, cashmere sleeves up passed my elbows as I walked towards the end of the cabin. Not bothering to knock, I gently pushed the handle, opening the door and carefully closing it behind me.
I was dumbstruck to find her on her back, only with her bra with the support belt wrapped around her rib area and nothing else. The shocking part was my woman was touching herself while watching p**n on her tablet device.
Inching closer, I sat next to her, caressing her soft calves. “Do you need any help?”
“Nope! Been doing quite well on my own,” she immediately responded, not looking at me.
Feeling like an insensitive jerk for not catering to her needs, I slowly slid my hand on her thighs, stroking them mildly. Not bothering to pry her legs wider, my face immediately looked at the lovely prize before I stuck my tongue out, slowly tasting her. Fuck, I thought as her flavor coated my tongue, lighting me on fire as my body craved more of her. Moving my tongue in slow, agonizing circles before slowly sucking her juices that had secreted from my ministrations. She gave me her approval by opening her legs wider, moaning with want. “You feel so good, babe. Don’t stop.”
I wouldn’t. If I could make her come a few times, perhaps she could go on a few more days without any physical intercourse. I was a sinner and I knew that. If I had to face her sweet pu**y a few times a day, resisting it would never come to mind. When it came to Sienna’s hot, tight channel, I become an adolescent boy who couldn’t control his urges. It was rather pathetic, really, yet that was the truth.
A guttural groan retched out of me when a fresh gush of hot liquid soaked my determined tongue, testing my resistance. Sienna was reaching for me, shifting her hips in swift motions to make her experience much more pleasurable, soothing her aching mound; her pu**y in desperate need of a good, hard, pounding c**k inside her core.
“I’m coming!” Sienna screeched, informing me right before I roughly stuck my middle finger inside of her, hooking it into her upper vaginal wall, relentlessly stroking her sweet spot. “Blake!” she panted out, shaking and chanting my name like it was an omen, a prayer and her deliverance all at once.
She was still in the heavy throws of her orgasm when I had to pull my finger out, reluctantly giving her inner thigh a lingering kiss before excusing myself to the restroom.
In the safe confines of the loo, I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my almost-dark purple cock, angry veins detailed the length due to its savage need to be in Sienna’s nectarous cunny. Leaning against the aircraft door, I hissed out when I gripped my c**k and stroked it with purpose. My mind floated away to that time we’d had sex in that office during Chad’s exhibition. The one where I’d taken her hard due to my intense jealousy of the men that had been fawning after her; panting over her hot, delectable body.
For some reason, memories of her on an office table were some of my favorite ones to recall when I was servicing myself. I muttered something when my mind took me back to Marbella where Sienna had sat luxuriously atop my desk, legs apart, teasing and touching herself to entice me to f**k the living shit out of her, and demolish her, I did. Focusing on how she usually moaned and writhed with my c**k hammering her to oblivion, a deep satisfying grunt came out of me in haste the moment I began to come, taking the edge off. It helped, but I knew the relief would only last me until dinner. When bedtime came, it would be another provoking ordeal to tackle.
Christ. When will I ever stop wanting her like this? As much as I loved being madly in love with her, this constant deep ache in my groin that Sienna alone could satiate was genuinely troubling. It was hard not to think about it when I was with her, but it was a problem I wanted to figure out all on my own. Putting a tight reign on my sexual thirst for her would be a battle of the wills, though I’d rather see myself try than never even make an attempt.
Sienna Richards not only had beauty that made her unique, but she also had a vagina laced with ambrosia; a delicacy for any mortal man as well as their downfall.
Three
Sienna
I strode towards the living room where Chad and Blake were talking about designs while Toby was on his laptop, going back and forth between the discussion and work. Blake was merely sitting back, typing on his phone whilst talking to Chad about his ideas.
“May I interrupt the man of the realm for a second?” I directed to the guys, who basically ignored me already because they were so consumed with whatever crap they were doing.
Blake held out his hand, not glancing at me as he read something on his phone. “Come, sit by me.” Taking his hand, I ended up being on his lap, getting his full attention when he placed the phone aside. “What can I do for you, my sweet?”
“I just went through my emails and I got one from the lawyer in LA saying that the court date is set for next week, this coming Wednesday,” I informed him, eyes sharp as he took in what I was telling him, knowing he hadn’t been all for it when I’d mentioned this before. More importantly, the fact that Kyle Matthews was in LA probably was what worried him most. “I need to go and close that awful chapter of my life.”
“Then we’ll go together. I want to be there for you, is that all right?” he asked kindly, sounding like he was giving me an option of saying yes or no while he softly rubbed the side of my hips.
It was great to see that he was trying to make it sound like I had the power to say no to him, although in reality, Blake was a control freak who’d gotten so consumed in his jealousy over Kyle that he had been blinded by it. Then again, I was a bit controlling, too, when it came to his past and his conquests. “I’d love for you to be there for me. Thanks, babe. You’re the best!”