《Please note: (18+) This story includes adult content that may not be suitable for younger readers.》



"Sienna?"

I hear his rich voice in my ear, the tone deep, but holding a note of concern as he crowds into me. My free hand found its way to his shoulder, a death grip on his shirt and I realize that during my little moment, I'd pulled him closer. So close that his bigger body dwarfs mine, my face the only part of me feeling the sun from above.

I cringe at what just happened... a sharp sting of pain, a hard rub of cotton against my sensitive parts, and then... the little dam inside me cracked. I'm not sure what to call it as I've never felt the like. It wasn't the intense over-the-cliff into the abyss pleasure I found when I was alone. This was softer, like the moment a gentle wave spreads out over the sand, and that breath of time where inertia turns back on itself. Now, it was receding, leaving behind tingles in its wake.

I close my eyes, my modesty having been ripped away the second I felt that warm flush of pleasure. I shift my feet, steadying myself in his hold, my heels scraping against the rough concrete as I try to calm my nerves. "I'm uh... okay," I say, my voice nothing more than a whispered panted breath, and he leans back to look at me as I squint my eyes against the sunlight.

His caramel eyes rove over my face, as if the answers are written there, and finally settle on my eyes. His thick brows lower, pulling together, and hardening his look. "Did you just...

The question hangs, unfinished, and I don't even want to think that he's figured out that my uncomfortable underwear have been... rubbing me just right this whole time.

His hands lift, cupping my face, and blocking out the sun as he shifts so that I'm looking up at him. His lips are pulled up into a half smirk as he says, "You can tell me, peaches."

I shake my head as much as his hands will let me, releasing his shoulder to push at him, but he doesn't budge. "There's nothing to tell," I say, but my voice is breathy even to my own ears.

He chuckles, the sound low, and oddly enough it raises my defenses. "If that wasn't the sound of you getting off then I need my hearing checked."

I still and stare up at him, my hand against his chest, and it's all I can do as I replay the moment in my head. "I didn't-

He drops his left hand to my waist, his right slipping around to cup the nape of my neck. "Yes, you did. You made a sound and even Tara heard it," he says, his fingers grazing against my waist.

I start to open my mouth to protest, but instead of words a soft whimper leaves my lips. He's gripping the little knot in my underwear, pulling it up, and a shudder flows through me.

"Your sensitive," he murmers.

I bite my lip to keep myself from answering, my toes pushing me up away from the over stimulation, but it isn't enough.

"All that squirming in your seat-

His eyes darken as his lids lower slightly, his intense hooded gaze holding mine as I feel the residual evidence of my climax against my skin. My breathing slows, shallow breaths escaping between my lips as he twists the knot a fraction. His gentle hold at the nape of my neck turns firm, what was a touch is now a hold, and my breath catches at the possessive feel.

-from a sliver of cloth. What were you thinking about?"

My fingers curl around the lapels of his blazer, pulling him in, and he leans down so close our breaths mingle. "I was thinking... I'd get in my car, go home, and change," I whisper, teasing him because I'm not brave enough to voice my thoughts.

His bottom lip presses over his top lip as if suppressing a smile, but the corners of his lips lift. It lasts all of a second before he's serious again. "Well, you're going to be changing clothes a lot today."

I tilt my head, pushing lightly at his chest as his hands finally release me to rest at my waist. "That isn't even the same."

I feel his hands lower, his fingers deftly trailing across the bare skin of my thighs that the dress...