by Claire Adams
She opened the door and I held it for her and Tony. She walked through, tentatively at first, but with a big grin on her face.
“I wanted to recreate the interior as I remembered it,” I said to Sienna. “But I left it undecorated so you could put your own spin on it.”
She nodded, wide-eyed and her gaze scanned the dining area. “It’s absolutely perfect,” she said.
“Can we look at the kitchen next?” Tony asked. He was buzzing like a little kid on Christmas.
Both of them raced for the kitchen. I went over to the pass-through and leaned in.
I’d had the most fun with the kitchen. I’d had the architect fill it with the highest-end appliances and with the best safety ratings.
Sienna dragged her hand over the shiny surfaces. “Parker, these are really expensive—”
“Only the best for you,” I said.
The corner of her mouth twitched. “Thank you.”
I nodded. How had I ever thought I belonged with anyone else? Sienna was the most selfless and modest woman I’d ever met. She liked to earn her own living. I wasn’t used to that with my other girlfriends. Proving once again that Sienna was one-of-a-kind and I was the luckiest man alive to have her by my side.
Later that morning, I dropped Tony off at his house and Sienna and I went back to my place. Sienna was as giddy as she had been when she first saw the diner.
“Still want to go back to bed?” I asked, walking into the kitchen. I’d been so nervous about the surprise, I hadn’t eaten anything that morning. I hoped Sienna would be up for making some breakfast for us.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep for days. My mind is going crazy with things to do with the diner. Would you want to head to some stores with me later? I want to pick up some decorations. I was thinking pictures and little trinkets to make the place feel like it used to.”
“Absolutely.”
“But I’m paying for everything,” she insisted.
“If that’s what you want.”
She quirked her lips. She came to my side and circled her arms around my waist.
I moved my hands up and down her arms.
“Thank you so much for this, Parker.”
“You’re welcome. I just wanted to see you happy again.”
She shook her head. “I was always happy. Ever since we got together. The diner burning down sucked, but I was still happy.”
“Not this happy, though.”
“True,” she said. “I don’t think I could every repay you fully for what you did for me.”
I shrugged. “Sienna, I have a lot of money. I can give you anything you want. Don’t ever think that you have to repay me.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, considering what I said. She reached her hands up and clasped them around my neck, pulling me to her.
She kissed me slowly. “I don’t have a lot of money.” She tugged at the hem of my shirt and her hands disappeared underneath it. Her soft fingers stroked my skin. “But I can think of something you might like in return.”
“I’m feeling up to negotiating right now,” I said. Up being the operative word.
She lifted the bottom of my shirt and I helped her with the rest. She reached up to me and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her slowly and purposefully. There was a distinct shift in how we were both feeling at the moment. Normally when we fucked, it was a passionate and quick encounter. But this time, I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to show her how much she meant to me by kissing every inch of her body. Exploring each nook and cranny and claiming her for myself. No one would ever have her again if I had anything to say about it.
Our lips never came apart as we made our way to the bedroom. When I had Sienna in front of my bed, I stepped back and drank her in. Her eyes were half-lidded and she licked her lips, ready for me.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Sienna
I couldn’t resist Parker’s kisses as our faces collided. I didn’t want to resist him. His eager lips brought back the memory of when we’d first made love. It had been a brief, intense, and ultimately arousing affair, but one that made me smile whenever I thought about it.
This time we didn’t strip off. Parker took his time and undressed me slowly, his lips following behind his gentle hands as he opened buttons and peeled away my outer clothing, one square inch at a time. And when my body was bared—aside from my bra and lace panties—he undressed down to his boxer briefs.
I relished the opportunity to run my hands over his bare skin, stroking him as he moved his head to kiss my shoulders, my chest, and my stomach. His muscles shifted beneath my fingers.
He knelt down in front of me. “You smell so good,” he murmured against my stomach.
“Shh. Don’t stop.” Still stroking his muscular shoulders, I used my other hand to pull his head against my stomach, pressing his lips against my skin. The anticipation of where he might go next sent wonderful thrills through my body. His lips trailed kisses downward and onto soft, sensitive skin.
His fingers curled around the clasp of my bra and popped it open. He glanced up and met my gaze as he took in my breasts. He reached up and cupped one in his hand, rolling the nipple gently between his fingers. I used his shoulder to steady myself as I stepped clear of the crumpled material at my feet. I had little time to wonder what he planned to do next when he pressed his lips to the material of my panties.
It was better than I’d imagined. Normally after we stripped down, we kissed briefly, and then I lost control, begging him to make love to me. I hadn’t wanted to wait another second. But since I’d scratched that particular itch, I was content to let him explore my body, especially down there.
His lips plucked at the thin fabric, and his hot breath teased my skin. I stroked his hair, drawing it through my fingers as he kissed lower and lower.
“Oh, wow….” I squeaked as he found my lips. My entire lower body shivered with pleasure.
“Uh-huh?” he asked.
“Yes. Definitely, yes. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop, but things got so much better when he drew down my underwear, sliding the fabric over my tensed cheeks. Cool air touched moist skin and I squeaked again as I was exposed to his hungry gaze. I wiggled my knees as the material fell, sending my only protection against his tongue all the way to my ankles.
As I stepped out of my panties, I made sure my feet ended up further apart than they’d started, inviting him to explore me with his mouth. His touch was exquisite. He began with soft kisses to my outer lips and then slipped his tongue between them, exploring the soft, moist skin beneath. The moment his tongue started stroking me, my knees gave way. I cried out, forced to use his shoulder and head to keep my balance.
He glanced up, smiling. “Would you like to lie down?”
“No, no, no…” I pouted. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“I won’t, I promise. But if I do what I want to do to you, I’m afraid you’ll fall.”
“Right.” I shuffled back toward the bed and sat down, all the time wondering what he was planning to do to me. Still on his knees, he followed me to the bed, a delicious, muscular sex god. How did I ever survive without Parker as my boyfriend? I had clearly been delusional and a born-again virgin. I shuffled back from the edge and let my knees fall outward, inviting him to do his worst. Or his best.
He did. Parker lay on the bed and pressed his mouth to me, sucking gently. His tongue emerged and stroked my super-sensitive skin, teasing me with gentle swirling movements. I groaned and let my head fall back, closing my eyes to everything so I could focus on the way he made me feel.
“Please, don’t ever stop doing that.” I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, subtly applying pressure to his scalp so he couldn’t escape. His chuckle was muffled because his face was pressed against my body, but I was heartened by the fact he was enjoying me.
His licking took him lower, and his tongue slid into me, probing me wetly as it circled and curled at the tip. My ent
ire body lit up, sending waves of unbearable pleasure through my pelvis and up into my chest. I groaned and writhed on the bed, pulling Parker firmly against me, and rocked my hips for added effect.
He mumbled appreciative noises as I begged him for more, and pleaded once again for him to continue forever. But my body had other ideas. Heat spread outward, tensing my muscles until my body arched up from the bed. I cried out, whimpering broken words as I clutched at Parker’s hair. A series of muscle spasms exploded through me, hammering against my chest until my lungs were empty. My heels dug into the mattress, leaving my shoulders as the only other part of me touching the bed. My throat locked and I couldn’t breathe. Even then, Parker didn’t stop licking, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go.
Abruptly, I collapsed back onto the bed. My legs trembled so badly, I had to pedal them to stop them twitching uncontrollably. I made a conscious effort to release my grip on Parker’s hair, sure that I’d torn some out by the roots.
“Oh, fuck….” I managed.
Parker lifted his face for a moment to smile at my reaction. But when he lowered his head to continue, I grabbed him, shaking my head rapidly.
“No. No more.”
“Too much?” he asked.
“Not at all. Come up here so I can kiss you.”
“Maybe I should take these off first?” He glanced down. Aside from having no shirt, he was still in his boxers.
“Good idea. I need you naked for what I want to do to you.”
He raised an eyebrow then stood up, running his gaze along my almost-naked body, and stripped off his remaining clothes. Lying on the bed with my legs apart, I felt deliciously exposed, especially when he sprang free.
“Come and get me,” I said in a tight voice. He smiled and crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. But instead of lying on top of me, he trailed kisses up my body, moving upward, across my stomach, then up to my breasts.
My body hungered for him. He leaned in and kissed my left breast softly, circling the hard nipple to tease me. Parker sucked gently, still circling his tongue around the hard flesh, moving in closer until he was flicking my nipple with the tip of his tongue. I groaned and squeezed the comforter in my fists.
As Parker licked, his cock rubbed gently against me, stirring a new hunger within me. As amazing as his mouth was, I needed to feel him inside me again. I put my hands on his face and turned his head toward me.
“I want you, Parker. I want you right now.” I rocked my hips, rubbing myself against him, and he needed no further prompting.
He went to the side-table and got a condom; he ripped the foil with his teeth and rolled it over himself. Then he sank down, drawing himself across my lips, and close to my already-exposed opening. I bucked my legs to hurry the process. When he pushed, a long groan emerged from my throat, as if his cock squeezed my lungs. I gripped my thighs, holding them up, hanging on as he buried his hot, hard flesh in my body.
“Parker,” I groaned. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“So do you, babe,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to my ear. His body pressed down on mine and pinned me to the bed. With his arms on either side of my shoulders, I was trapped. But I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.
I reached up and took his face in my hands, bringing him down to me. I kissed him, tasting myself in his mouth. He made me want things I never wanted before. Kissing him was its own form of erotica to me. My insides warmed and I felt even more dampness between my legs.
Parker pushed firmly, our bodies pressed together. Every time we made love, it was better and better. And now that I knew what he could do to with his tongue, I knew I would crave his touch even more than I already did.
“Oh my god, I love this,” I whispered.
“And what about this?” he asked, adjusting himself above me. He moved slowly, pulling out, then pushing back in, forcing a grunt from me as he touched me deeper than anyone ever had.
“Fuck… yes….” I groaned hoarsely. It was more than I could stand, but I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him inside of me.
“Oh my god!” I cried. How could anything, anything, be better than this? I got my answer almost immediately when Parker began stroking slowly, rubbing me firmly as he slid in and out of my body. My fingertips dug into the underside of my thighs so hard, it was painful, but my legs were at the perfect angle for him. He was rubbing me exactly where I needed him to.
I grunted each time he pushed fully home. And when he sped up, hitting my body hard enough to make slapping sounds, my words crumbled into single letters, then squeaks and grunts. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t form words. I lie beneath him, a trembling mass of blazing nerves, helpless to do anything except let him make love to me.
My orgasm squeezed me hard, stopping my breath and arching my body, but with Parker’s weight on top, I couldn’t move. I squeaked hoarsely as I trembled from head to toe, pressing hard against him. He came right after I did, groaning in my ear as his body hammered against mine.
I grabbed his ass and slammed him into me harder than ever. I didn’t want him to go anywhere, or for the exquisite pleasure to end.
He shuddered, groaned deeply. I squeezed my thighs against his ribs, holding him in place as his entire body trembled and juddered to a halt, his body pressed hard against mine. Every breath seemed an effort for him. I showered his face with kisses, and when he turned his head, I pressed my lips to his, opening my mouth so our tongues could dance together.
And in that wonderful moment, everything was perfect.
Parker pulled out of me, but I held him tight against me. I wasn’t ready for the moment to end just yet.
We caught our breath while gazing into each other's eyes. I couldn’t help the smile from forming my mouth.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You’re welcome,” he said with a chuckle.
“No,” I giggled. “I mean, yes, for this too. But for the diner. It was such an amazing surprise. Parker, you’re amazing.”
He reached up and pushed away a stray chunk of hair from my face. He rested his hand there and his thumb lightly stroked my cheek. “I’ll do anything to keep a smile on your face.”
“I can’t wait to get started. I have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Let’s start all of that on Monday.” Parker shifted his body next to mine and pulled me closer to him until I rested my cheek on his chest. He started to pull his fingers through my hair. The light tug on the strands created a wave of tingles to start from the top of my head and slowly move down through my body.
“I would like to make a suggestion about hiring someone else,” he said.
I shook my head. “Tony and I are fine. Besides, it’s going to be a while before I start to make a profit. I wouldn’t be able to offer much and that’s not fair.”
“I know someone who would volunteer for the job.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
“You?” I asked incredulously.
“Don’t sound so shocked,” he said. “I had fun when I helped you out that day. And now that my temporary hobby is finished, I need something else to do. And what better place than with you?”
“I would love that,” I said, snuggling closer to him.
“Good.” He lifted the corner of the comforter and covered us both. “How about that nap?”
I laughed and kissed his chest. I never in a million years thought the time would come when I could ever truly love someone, but now I knew that time was here and now, with my best friend.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Parker
The next morning, I woke to the smell of something delicious in my room. I turned over, my nose telling me where Sienna was instead of my bed. I pulled on my boxers and headed into the kitchen.
Sienna was humming to herself as she was pouring batter into her industrial waffle maker she had insisted on bringing from her house. It was big and bulky, but made the best fucking waffles I’d ever tasted.
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br /> She was wearing an old t-shirt of mine. It barely covered her crotch. My cock twitched, seeing the bottom of her bare ass peeking out from the bottom of the shirt.
“I love when you wear my clothes,” I said, coming into the room. I slipped my hand around her waist, gathering the fabric in my fists.
She ground her hips against me and I kissed the base of her neck. She moaned and her head tilted back. I lifted the shirt and cupped her breasts in my hands. Her nipples were already hard.
“I’m going to burn the waffles,” she said.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” I said and stopped kissing her. I let the shirt drop over my hands while I got one last touch of her.
We’d slept through the afternoon and night after we’d had sex. My stomach was growling with a hunger for food and Sienna. I decided food would have to be the priority if I was going to get my fill of Sienna later on.
“Do you want me to make some coffee?” I offered.
“If you wouldn’t mind,” she said, opening the top of the waffle maker and lifting a perfectly golden waffle onto a plate. I noticed a stack of bacon and eggs already set on the breakfast bar. “You’re going to have to start getting used to making coffee if you’re going to work with me.”
My mouth salivated at the sight of the food. “I’m sure you could teach me how to make your coffee.”
I was used to making coffee with pods, but since Sienna moved in almost full-time, she’d brought over her coffee maker that involved way more than pressing a button. I was still getting used to it. We worked in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Being with Sienna made everything easy. We’d skipped over that “getting to know you” stage, which had always been my least favorite part of any relationship.
“You know, you don’t have to work for me,” she said. “The offer was nice, but Tony and I have been running the diner for some time. And we can do it without you.”
“Do you not want me to be there?” I asked.