Chasing Paradise (Chasing 3)

I didn’t have to glance back to know that Sienna had her eyes on me, I felt them all the while I was making a call.

Striding towards her, I nodded. “Ready, cara?”

The entire ride to Gatwick Airport was rather silent. It seemed that we didn’t have anything to say to each other. Once we were up in the air, I waited until she was well seated and comfortable, before I got up and excused myself. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be back.”

Now enjoyed the cold spray of water, my mind was bombarded with thoughts of Sienna again. The urge to lose myself in her was dominating my mind, but I knew I couldn’t because the last time left a deep dark void in my soul. I wasn’t sure if I was willing to risk that again.

Resorting to the nature’s way of things, I grunted before I heavily stroked myself. Thoughts of her, deep within her wet walls as she screamed my name, wanting it harder, faster made me frenzied, hand pumping heatedly, as my mind replayed Sienna over and over again, until I came hard grunting her name. Hot spurts of my se**n sprayed on the floor, before it got washed down my water.

Even after that pleasured session, I was in need of more. Closing my eyes, I shivered before I went for another. Still, it was of no use, I still throbbed after I got out of the shower, cussing my penis like it was cursed for a woman’s vagina, destined for doom.

I didn’t even bother to dry my hair before I strode out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, towards the closet that had everything I needed. My life was pretty much organized and I wanted it that way. My personal life on the other hand, was the polar opposite of it.

Getting the essentials, I spun around to place them on the bed, but I was surprised to find Sienna on it, naked, looking at me, waiting—for me to devour her.

Fucking hell, I wanted her, but I knew I mustn’t. “Put your clothes on before you get a chill, cara.”

Fire sparked into her complacent form, brining the feistiness in her. “I’m naked…and you want me to put my clothes on? Are you for real?” She sat up, before she strode towards me.

My c**k twitched at the close view of her, needing its release.

“Are you getting sex somewhere? Because you haven’t touched me in weeks.” She asked, wondering and fishing for information.

Dragging my eyes away from her ni**les, I burned into her. “I haven’t had another woman, let alone have another woman service me—touch me in any shape or form sexual.”

“Then why…don’t you want me?”

Muttering with frustration, I ran my fingers through my wet hair, not knowing what to say. “Sienna—I don’t even know where to start with this. I’m going through something extremely difficult with you.” I voiced out. “Sex isn’t the same, anymore.”

Sienna gave me a small nod, before stepping forward. I thought she aimed to give me a kiss, but I was surprised when she tugged my towel off, exposing my hardened cock, before she took hold of it and gently stroked it. “Sienna—I said this wasn’t about sex.”

“I know—but I want to soothe my worries that you wouldn’t stray while we’re sorting things out.” Sienna then got on her knees, making me groan in protest and in approval as she took me into her mouth, lavishing my c**k with pure utter concentration that I was in nirvana in a second.

Sienna took her time, sucking me with precision, just the way I liked it. Her sweet dedicated torture went on for good five minutes, never taking me fully into her mouth. When she felt more of my juices seeped out of my slit, she became corybantic, on a hellish mission to please me and me alone.

My throat ran dry as I watched in fascination, needing release soon. “Sienna!” I choked out, before she slid my entirety into her throat, eyes never leaving me as she sucked on me some more.

I was ready to explode. Gripping the back of her head, I pushed my hips forward. “Stop moving. Keep still with your suction while I f**k your mouth.” Sienna bobbed her head in understanding before I thrusted forward, plunging my c**k in her, abusing her mouth. I cursed a few times before I wretchedly yelled her name as I came, draining myself into tongue, rocking my hips as her lips milked my c**k to the very last drop. “Don’t swallow yet. Open your mouth.” I commanded, my shaft sitting on the side of her lips as she followed through as I asked.

“Bella mia.” I rasped out, before I nodded for her to swallow my essence with ease.

She got on her feet, but before she was about to leave I held her hips, stopping her. “Thank you for that. You didn’t need to, but your determination to do that is much appreciated.” Sienna gave me a small smile.

“Let me do the same for you.” I offered, not willing to have sex with her, but I could compromise somehow.

Sienna shook her head. “It’s fine. If you go down on me, I might go crazy and want more of you.”

“Then I won’t go down on you. I’ll figure something out.” Stepping forward, I softly pushed her against the wall, looking into her eyes before my hand parted her thighs, discovering how wet she was. “Is finger f**king up to your liking?” I murmured, eyes boring into her soul.

She nodded, staring at my lips, wetting her lips before she loudly gasped when I inserted my middle finger into her while my c**k twitched on the side of her thighs, wanting to play.

Sienna bucked, sobbing my name.

God she was so beautiful, I ached to be with her, but I simply couldn’t, until I knew she was okay, until I knew she was free of her demons. I loved Sienna, but sometimes a man needed more than just a good f**k. I wanted to be her world.

Her purpose.

Her life.

I wanted everything.

My hips was rocking and I let out a strangled groan when her hand captured it stroking my cock, as I inserted another finger, f**king her harder. “Cara,” I whispered into her head, getting lost with our intense mating. “Come on my fingers, per favore,” I murmured, loving the feel of her br**sts rubbing against my chest.

Sienna made some tortured gasps, as her pu**y tightened around her fingers, making me mental because her grip on my c**k was just as tight. It felt like I was in her cunt, squeezing it around my shaft before she screamed my names, while her juices flowed freely, dripping my fingers and unto the carpeted flooring. I bit into her neck, muffling my own tormented screams as I came on her thighs, now lubricated with her orgasm making everything much more delirious.

“Sienna, my love.” I breathed out, shaking against her neck, spent and feeling lonely but satisfied at the same time. It was an odd combination, but it was much better than the awful void I had felt before.