“Yeah, baby?” I replied, running my nose up her neck.
“Gretchen is watching us,” she said, and that was the wake-up call I needed. Shit. I had forgotten where we were.
I moved away from her, missing the smell and heat of her on my hand. I needed to get laid. She was screwing with my head. But first I wanted to go beat off to the image of her touching herself.
“I, we, this, um . . . I should go,” she said, and moved away from me.
I couldn’t argue. She should go before I gave in and attacked her again.
She opened the door, and I managed to remember what I had wanted to ask her. “Tomorrow night I’ll bring dinner. I’d like to visit Micah,” I said.
I didn’t say I wanted to see her, but I did. I so f**king did.
She nodded. “Of course. You can take him out if you want to. You don’t have to stay at my house. I trust you with him.”
She was giving me an out. I wasn’t taking it. As hard as it was getting to keep my hands off her, I wanted to see her too. “I’ll bring dinner. And you’ll eat more. Because nothing on your body is f**king average, Sienna. Understand that. You’re perfect. Too damn perfect.”
Her mouth opened slightly, and then she closed it and quickly got out of my truck. I sat there and watched her as she got into her car and buckled up. I waited until she pulled out of the parking lot before leaving. I didn’t even look Gretchen’s way.
SIENNA
“More,” I whispered into the dark room. “Please, Dewayne, I want more. Do it harder,” I begged. My eyes were closed tightly as Dewayne held his body over me, sliding in deeper and deeper. I lifted my legs up his back and buried my face in the pillow beside me as I cried out from how good he felt. How beautiful his body was as he worked over me. His naughty words told me how sexy I was and how good I felt.
I worked my fingers harder, letting the fantasy play out until my body shuddered with release. It was the same fantasy I had been using since Dewayne had walked into my house the first day we’d returned. It was getting more and more detailed. Like tonight, he’d told me I smelled good as he tasted me and ran his tongue where no one’s had ever been.
I was getting worked up again and I needed to sleep. Fantasies of Dewayne could go on for hours. I had no shame in the darkness of my room. He was here with me, and I loved everything he did. When he’d asked me today if I pleasured myself, I was sure it was all over my face. I couldn’t get away from him fast enough.
Him knowing he starred in my nightly playtime would be humiliating.
The fact that I got off on the fantasy of him inside me was interesting, since until Dewayne’s return to my life I’d normally fantasized about other stuff. The act of actual intercourse had never held that appeal for me. But the idea of Dewayne being over me and between my legs made me hot and bothered. Maybe I was just old enough to enjoy it now. I’d been so young then.
My phone dinged and I reached for it. No one ever texted me this late.
Dewayne: You awake?
Why was he texting me? Oh God, had he known somehow that I had just used his body to pleasure myself?
I let my finger hover over the phone keys a moment, then finally gave in and replied.
Me: No
Dewayne: Are you in bed?
What was he asking that for?
Me: Yes
I should ignore this.
Dewayne: Do you sleep naked?
Okay. Wait a minute. This was not us being friendly. And I couldn’t handle him doing this hot-and-cold stuff.
Me: What do you want? This conversation is going in a bad direction.
He didn’t reply right away. I thought for a moment my scolding him had made him back off. Then my phone lit up again.
Dewayne: I know. I’m sorry.