Sienna Temptation — Part II. His Text Came At the Right Time For the…
By: Cm Jaxon
Tags: Adultery, Sexuality, Erotica, Erotic Romance, Creative Writing

Sienna Temptation — Part II

His text came at the right time for the right reasons

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My clit throbbed harder with every stroke. I surrendered to “M’s” mouth and fingers, my moans getting louder as I lost myself in “his touch. His eyes — brown with tiny flecks of gold — examined my responses. I was holding on to my car door for support. Forgetting we are in the parking lot.

“You like that,” as he kissed my neck.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned.

“Good Girl, cum for Daddy,” his deep voice made my clit throb in response as he slid two fingers deep inside.

I was trying hard not to cry out. My escape became much more than lunch with an old colleague. Not giving myself time to process or think, I pulled him close to my body. Feeling two of his fingers fucking me while his thumb gently rubbed my clit. I did as he asked and released, spasming all over his hand.

It has been months since I felt like this.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

I needed more. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to strip my clothes off and feel “M” on top of me. I needed to cum multiple times. All I could think about was him inside me fucking me deep and hard.

“What time do you have to get home?” He asked, licking my essence off his fingers, feeling high from his finger probe.

I looked at my watch.

“Fuck,” rolling my eyes; my surreal drunken state fading as I quickly sobered up.

“I have to go,” hearing the disappointment in my voice as I quickly returned to reality.

“I would like to see you again if that is OK with you.”

I smile, knowing that I am going to say yes without hesitation. He kissed me with passion.

“Fuck I don’t want to leave.” I needed to come up with a way to see him again and soon.

“Your pussy tastes so sweet. I look forward to exploring every inch with my tongue.” His brown eyes and devilish smile with a knowing glance that I am going to agree.

“Does it now?” I smiled, “I look forward to enjoying your tongue as much as your fingers.”

We kissed again then went our separate ways.

Driving back to my prison, I kept replaying every moment. God. “M” smelled so good. His salt and pepper beard made me weak. My mind was consumed with wanting to see him. All I could think about was him touching me, but my thoughts were interrupted by my phone’s jarring ring.

“Shit,” sucking my teeth with an eye roll. “What the fuck does he want,” I calmed my nerves.

“Hello?”

“Is everything alright? You didn’t respond to my texts?” His voice concerned and nervous.

“Why, what do you want?”

“Nothing. I wanted to make sure you were OK. You left without saying anything. What time will you be home?”

“Is there something you need?” My voice tense and aggravated by his nagging. Annoyed that my replay was interrupted. I paused, then sighed.

“I’m on my way home.”

“OK,” he responded.

“OK.” I hung up.

When I am home, we don’t speak, only argue. The tension so thick you can cut it with a knife. The last 15 minutes of my drive was consumed with thoughts of my lunch date. I felt a fire growing, my pussy was still wet from his gentle probe. Fuck. I wanted him more than ever now. I pulled up into the driveway. I sat in my SUV, smiling. A text came in.

“M” — Thnx for an amazing lunch. Hope to see you soon

Me — You are very welcome ;-) you most definitely will.

I walked into my house, and all life quickly left my soul. To make matters worse, he was in the kitchen.

“How was your day?” as if he gave a shit.

Feeling my blood pressure spike, I took a breath and paused. I couldn’t stand being in the same space as him. I could feel my facial expression immediately go from happy to annoyed. I looked in his direction but not at him.

“You look nice. How was your day, you were gone a long time?”

“What do you want?” I finally responded.

“I just want to talk to you. Is that so bad? You didn’t respond to my texts.”

Looking at my phone, I checked right below “M’s.” There were four unread messages.

“Hmm, I didn’t hear them,” I answered, walking towards the stairs.

“So where did you go?” he asked.

“What’s with the FBI interrogation” I snapped, “when you take off for hours at a time and never call or text. I leave you alone. So what the fuck do you want.” I screamed.

“I wanted to make sure you were OK,” his voice sullen.

Tiring of his whininess, I walked upstairs and locked the bedroom door. He was very good at pissing me off. I needed to find a way to get away from him for several days, I thought.

“M’s” fingers fucking me was all I could think about. Imagining what his tongue and cock would feel like in my pussy soaked my still wet panties.

In the shower I retraced his touch. Alone with memories of his voice commanding me to be quiet as he made me cum, I couldn’t help but feel my pussy begin to throb again.