place, but there was something about her quaint place I liked. I liked the paintings she had on the walls, the atmosphere she created with her presence. It was small, barely big enough for a man my size to get comfortable, but I still liked it. “Don’t worry about it.” I pulled my tie from around my neck and tossed it on the couch. I moved to my vest and jacket next before I could finally reach my collared shirt underneath.
She watched me undress. “Had a big day?”
“Something like that.” I tossed my shirt on the couch and stood in my slacks.
She was in a tank top without a bra and little white shorts. Her makeup was gone, and her hair was in a ponytail. She didn’t look as hot as she did in a backless dress and heels, but seeing her like this was somehow sexier. She didn’t need any of that stuff to be totally fuckable.
What was sexier than that?
I undid my slacks then kicked off my shoes.
She watched me strip down to my boxers. “So, you’re just gonna get naked in my living room?”
“Do you want me not to get naked?”
She pressed her lips together tightly and didn’t answer. “I have some leftover dinner. Are you hungry?”
A woman had never offered anything to me before. Maybe I never gave them a chance, but this was a first-time experience. The only home-cooking I’d ever had was my mother’s. “I’m not hungry. But thank you.”
“Wine or anything?”
“No. I just want to go to bed.”
“Oh?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You just come by whenever you want and—”
As much as it turned me on to watch her get pissed, I wasn’t in the mood for talking. I’d spent the entire day on a plane, and all I wanted was pussy and a comfortable bed for fucking. My hands dug into her hair, and I silenced her mood with a kiss.
It worked. She kissed me back right away, falling for my soft lips and the purposeful way I embraced her. She liked to be in charge of her life, but the second we were together, she gave me the reins. She acted like she didn’t care, but she liked having a man in charge, a man authoritative enough to put her in her place.
And I liked having a woman to put in place.
I scooped her into my arms and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. Just thinking about how incredible her pussy was made my cock twitch in my boxers. I’d been thinking about it all day, thinking about the moment I could sink deep inside it.
I laid her on the bed and pulled off her shorts and panties. The second those were gone, I looked at her perfect pussy, those succulent lips and that delicious nub. My boxers hit the floor, and then I pressed my face in her cunt, kissing the area I missed so much. I didn’t go down on women because foreplay wasn’t important to me. But Siena’s pussy was just too intoxicating to ignore. I didn’t do it to make her feel good. I did it because I wanted to.
Her legs widened, and she moaned as she felt me suck her clit into my mouth. She writhed slightly, tilting her hips so her pussy could get farther inside me.
I loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled. I loved feeling the inside of her slit with my tongue. Two women used to bore me, but this single woman captured all my attention, and all the others were forgotten.
I moved up her body and pinned her knees back with my arms. Missionary was boring as hell, and I preferred having a woman on her stomach. Having a beautiful ass in my face was what I wanted most. But with Siena, I liked kissing her, staring at her tits, and watching every reaction she had to me. I liked shoving myself as deep as I could go and listening to her moan in response. “Miss me?” I sank deep inside her, my cock pushing through my saliva and her wetness as I descended. I couldn’t keep the moan out of my voice as I sank deeper, finally getting the pussy I’d been thinking about all day. I’d always been a passionate man who needed sex constantly, but she elevated me to a new level.
When my cock was completely inside her, she dug her fingers into my hair. “Yes…I missed you.” She breathed a deep sigh