11. Sienna

ELEVEN

SIENNA

“Trey.” My lips are pressed against his. My legs are cradling his body, and neither of us is wearing a stitch of clothing. After our talk, one that I didn’t realize we needed, he had no problem stripping me out of the rest of my clothes. It seemed like his mouth and hands were all over my body. I kissed and touched him everywhere I could, but when he slid down my body, the only thing I could do was plant my feet in the mattress, wrap my fingers around the wrought iron bed frame, and hold on. After my orgasm washed over me, he crawled off the bed, got rid of his clothes, then came back to me.

He came back to me.

“Yeah, sugar, look at you all flush and wet for me.” His voice is thick with desire. One hand is planted on the side of my head, the other is gripping my thigh that’s thrown over his shoulder, opening me up further for his massive body. Trey moves back, dragging the head of his cock along my slick folds. My body arches into him, and it isn’t until he’s at my entrance that I freeze. “Sienna?”

“You’re not wearing a condom, and I’m not on birth control.” I start to push him away, hands going to his biceps, when he holds himself completely still.

“And?” he asks, as if this isn’t a massive decision we should make together.

“Children are forever.”

“Well aware of that. Know I want you to be my wife. You’re already the love my life. You’ll be the mother to our children.” A twinge of pain hits me in my chest, and he continues talking as if he didn’t rip an invisible Band-Aid off my heart. “And one day, we’re going to grow old together while we’re surrounded by our kids and grandkids.” It’s now or never. We had our heart-to-heart earlier, but I failed to mention the early weeks of my college life. To be honest, it’s kind of dumb to even talk about, but I still think being honest is best.

“I need to tell you something.” His eyebrows crinkle and his sapphire eyes darken.

“Okay.” Trey stays planted where he is, his cock ready to slide in like I didn’t just put a halt on sex.

“I had a pregnancy scare in college.” I could drag this out, but the way his facial features change, that wouldn’t be wise. “I was a few weeks into college when my period was late. I prayed the night before I took the test, hoping it would show positive. I wanted our child so badly, even if it meant doing it on my own a couple of hours away from you. I’m not saying you’d let that happen. I’m saying I’d have been strong enough to do it. The next morning, I woke up to my period and cried for hours until Genny told me what is meant to be, will be. At first, I didn’t want to hear it, then she sat with me for a while, until I finally dried my tears and went to class. Still, the ache of what could have been is always here.” I place a hand over my heart, watching Trey the entire time.

“Fuck, Sienna. I’d have gone to you, scare or not, and I’m not trying to dwell on the past, but damn do I hate myself for not being there for you.” He swallows hard, causing his throat to bob, and his hips shift minutely, enough for me to lift my leg along his waist, the heel of my foot digging in.

“It’s okay, Trey. We made it to the other side. I guess the reason of me telling you this is because I want a child with you, more than anything.”

“I’m going to give you one. I won't stop until you’re pregnant. And when you’re ready for another one, I’ll give you that, too. Sienna, I’ll give you every piece of me that I’ve got to give.” He pushes all the way inside of me. My unused muscles give way to his thickness. He does not compare to my fingers or toys. I’m tight, tighter than I thought I’d be, and he gives me a moment to reacclimate to him.

“Trey,” I breathe out, my eyes shuddering closed. He drags his hips back and pushes forward with a roll, then lifts my body up and moves closer. I’m practically folded back like a pretzel. I can sense everything—his scent and mine mingled together, the feel of our bodies, sweat-slickened and chill bumps coating my skin, the noise we make with each inhale and exhale. And the way we’re looking at one another, gazes locked, as if nothing else matters except the here and now.

“Fuck.” He rolls his hips, and my back arches. He’s hitting a spot so deep inside me it’s enough to see stars. My eyes close. I hate that I’m missing out on watching him, but the way he’s working my body with his, there’s no way I can keep my focus on anything except what’s building inside of me. It’s been so long, too long, since I’ve felt what only Trey Johnson can do to me.

“Close.” My hands move to my breasts, cupping them, fingers pinching my pebbled tips.

A growl echoes in the room. Trey nips at my hand with his teeth, sharp and to the point. The minute I comply with his non-verbal demand, he wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and timing it with each roll of his hips to bite down.

“Oh god, Trey. Right there.” I burrow my hands in his chocolate-brown hair. The style he’s wearing it in now gives me something to hold on to or, in this case push into. Trey moves to my other nipple, paying it the same attention as the other. Another thrust, and this time he manages to get deeper, a feat I didn't think possible. It’s almost as painful as it is pleasurable. My core pulses around his length, and I swear it’s such a tight fit that I can feel every vein, every curve, and Trey's mushroom-tipped head that’s so thick I’m pretty sure he’s bruising my cervix.

“Son of a bitch,” Trey groans. My orgasm takes hold, muscles spasming around him, and he keeps fucking me through the entire moment. He’s not even coming while I am, which works better for me because I want to watch as he blows.

“Trey.” I drop my leg from around his back and plant my foot on the ground. Somehow, after my orgasm is done consuming me, I’m able to find energy and strength I didn’t know I had to help Trey get there.

“Sienna.” He moves my legs until the tops of my thighs hit my chest. There goes any hope of helping him. Trey takes over. I should have known better than to think he’d make me do any of the work. His alpha male cowboy ways could never. Droplets of sweat hit my skin. Trey’s hair falls over his eyes, and I somehow find the strength and energy to work my body with his. In and out, he keeps going, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of my skin, which I’m sure will leave depressions, if not bruises. Trey has no idea he’s making me as hot as much as he is, and I’m not going to do a single thing to change it.

“Please, Trey, give it to me,” I huff out between each push and pull. I’m on the verge of having another orgasm when I feel and see his body lock up. He comes inside me, and I clench down on his length, both of us coming this time. No longer am I able to keep up. My head drops back on the pillow and my arms drop to my sides. I’m boneless, zapped of any and all energy. He must be in the same situation, because he lets my legs go, arms banding beneath my back, and drops down on top of me, being careful not to give me his full weight while still resting.

“Goddamn, I love you, Sienna,” he whispers in my ear, kissing the shell and snuggling into my neck.

“I love you, Trey. I can’t wait for us to start the rest of our lives together.” I wrap my arms around his sweat-slickened back.

“We already are, sugar, we already are.” He swivels his hips, telling me with his words and actions that we’ve only just begun.