Sienna's POV
He rose slow, kissing up my stomach, my t**s, lingering to suck each n****e until I whimpered, the sharp tug making my p***y clench again. Then he found my lips, kissing me deep, and I tasted myself on his tongue—salty, raw, f*****g intoxicating—moaning into his mouth like I was starving for him.
“Your turn,” I whispered, my hand wrapping around his c**k, still hard as f**k, slick with pre-c*m. I stroked him slow, my grip tight, thumb swiping over the swollen head, smearing his pre-c*m down his shaft, feeling it throb like it was begging me.
“s**t, you’re so f*****g hard,” I murmured, locking eyes with him, all dark and desperate.
I pushed him back against the tub’s edge, dropping to my knees, water streaming over my shoulders, hair sticking to my skin. My lips parted, a
