Sienna

While I hadn’t (and still don’t) plan on ever giving Gary Galloway his own series again, I’ve always had this particular vignette in mind to write – what happened in the seven years between To My Senses Chapters 10 and 11 to bring my three main characters together? What did their world look like? How did they all end up in Wyoming?

And, I wanted to write them HAPPY for once, or at least getting there.

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Disclaimers:

The following may contain language and scenes that may upset some readers. There are multiple discussions of or flashbacks to past injuries or violent encounters.

“Sienna” can be read as stand-alone fiction, however you will understand the characters and the situations they find themselves in much better if you’ve read my previous works – Messy, Three Weeks On The Road, Jessie, and To My Senses in the order in which they were posted.

This work was written on a large screen phone. Please forgive any errors due to autocorrect, while I think I’ve got them all fixed, there may be a few left over.

Thank you for reading, and for all your public and private comments, and your votes, throughout the years. I appreciate you giving me your time.

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The following takes place approximately 7 months after the events of To My Senses Ch. 10.

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“Dammit, young lady, stop your wiggling!” I delivered a hard smack to the small, pale rump that was lifted in front of me, and then gripped both pale cheeks tightly, spreading them apart to open up the wet, pink pussy I was currently trying to get my tongue into.

I probed between the fleshy folds, spearing my tongue into her depths to taste her juices straight from the source before switching up my attack and licking up and down her lips, stopping to flick my tongue rapidly over her clit or wrinkled backdoor.

Legs spread and hands braced on the patio door frame, Jessie was wiggling her arched-back backside under my oral assault, laughing and moaning with enjoyment as I knelt and ate her out from behind. Those cries culminated in a breathy “ah ah ah ah aaaaaaaah!” that rose from quiet to shrieked, and I pushed my face between her cheeks to drive my tongue into her again, as she quivered and quaked through a hard climax. I could feel her push her bottom hard back into my face simultaneous with rising to her tiptoes.

I slid my hands down to grip her thighs, feeling the musculature tight under the skin, and I imagined, if I could view the scene from an angle other than my face pressed into her ass, I’d see her milky skin flushing red, head thrown back and mouth gaping wide in ecstasy, brown nipples rock hard and protruding with arousal.

I pulled back, and keeping one hand on her spasming leg to stay her, and slid two fingers into Jessie’s soaked twat. She jerked as if electrified, clamping her thighs closed and pulling away. “No more, daddy, please.” She was out of breath and looking her nude body up and down I could see a fine sheen of sweat on her pink-tinged skin. “You need to give me a minute, that was…”

I stood from kneeling, seized her roughly by her thick mane of onyx hair, and kissed her hard, shutting her up. My lips ground against hers, and the feel of her tongue, soft and slippery wet against mine got me even harder than when I’d been eating her out. I forced my kiss on her roughly, enjoying the feel of my woman surrendering to me.

Her hand slipped between us, small and soft, gripping my straining erection to pump it slowly, and I groaned into her mouth, pulled back so just our noses were touching. “Dammit that feels good…”

“I like making you feel good…” Jessie’s mouth curled into that feral grin I knew so well, and tore away what remained of my self control.

With the grip I had on the back of her neck, I propelled my nude lover towards the bed and pushed her none-to-gently onto her knees on the soft white sheets. She turned dropped to all fours and pivoted, mouth open wide in a grin.

“Not the hole I want, little girl.”

“I know, I just wanna be looking outside while you fuck me.”

The window was open, morning sun pouring in, and somewhere a bird trilled happily. “You really do like that view, don’t you?”

“This is gonna be our new home, I wanna get used to seeing it.”

I settled onto my knees behind the lithe brunette, notched my angry-purple mushroom head between her parted labia, and slid smoothly into her juicing box, savoring the feel of my cock stretching her open.

Jessie enjoyed the feel too, groaning as I bottomed out, my hips pressed against her ass.

She really did seem to love the view. The hotel we were staying in looked out on the wild Wyoming countryside, rolling green hills and mountains in the distance. We wouldn’t always have THIS scenery, but today we’d embark on the next stage of our life together, and pick where in this state we were moving to.

I rolled my hips, winced at a twinge of pain, ignored it, continued fucking my girl. I was mostly done recovering, but every once in a while, my fucked up back and newly metal hip seemed to want to remind me that while I was lucky to have survived a car bombing, I had still SURVIVED A CAR BOMBING.

Just barely.

Just as Jessie had barely survived the car crash that killed Morgan Skolnich, the terrorist responsible for that bombing and many others. She’d told him she’d watch him die, and she did, nearly at the cost of her own life.

I slid my hand around her hip, felt the healed bullethole pucker on her abdomen before reaching the apex of her cunt to begin rubbing her clit. Jessie moaned and rolled her hips, humping back against me as I worked to get her off.

She came again, squeals of laughter turning into squeals of pleasure as her body contracted and relaxed in orgasmic release. I watched her back muscles jerk and twitch before her arms gave out and she dropped her chest to the sheets, watched as her anus clenched from the bursts of pleasure shooting off from our joining just a few centimeters away.

Head turned, Jessie gave me a savage grin, grabbed a pillow and sank her teeth into the edge, right before I renewed my pummeling of her slippery wet, squeezing tight twat. She screamed into the bedclothes, long and muffled loud and plaintively as I forced her to climax.

An evil thought crossed my brain and I pulled the pillow away, shoved it under her pelvis, and pushed her flat. My ankles sought out hers, pinning her open, and I reached around to hook my elbow under her neck, slightly restricting her breathing, giving her that taken, used, dominated feeling she loved so much. My thrusts became longer, harder strokes, impaling her then pulling away to slam into her again, fucking forward to drive against her gspot, to drive her feminine mound against the pillow.

Her breathing went fast and shallow and she turned her head, our cheeks touching. “I’m gonna cum again, daddy,” she whispered. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…AHHHH!”

I choked her through her next orgasm, her body bucking wildly beneath mine, her hot, wet pussy gripping and releasing deliciously around my thrusting dick.

The contractions around me brought me to my finish as well and I pushed as deep as I could, holding as tight and close to her body as possible while painting her vaginal walls with thick hot ropes of sticky cum. I groaned at the exertion and Jessie turned her head to look at me out of the corner of her eye. “That feels so good…” she whimpered quietly.

After a few long moments of closeness and snuggling, I rolled off Jessie to flop down on my back. I’d gotten a good night’s sleep, but our waking romp had tired me out. I had no doubt today was going to be draining, mentally and emotionally. I was gonna sleep in all day tomorrow…

Jessie rolled to give the underside of my softening prick a quick kiss, giggled, then wrapped herself in a silky robe and set the rooms coffee maker to brewing. She looked over at me from the kitchenette and grinned, and my heart melted at the sight of her.

Dammit, I loved my woman

I rose stiffly and put on boxers, walked over and kissed her far more gently than I had previously this morning. “I love you, Jessie.”

“I love you too, Gary.”

“No matter how our lives change today, nothing changes that. You know that, right.”

“I do.” She looked away, then back, gave me a shy smile. “What?”

“I just like looking at you.” I reached out and stroked a finger along the gray streak running through her hair, just right off center of her forehead. It has started coming in gray after the car accident, just in that one spot.

A visible reminder of trauma that everyone could see, unlike the scar over her destroyed uterus and sliced kidney.

“You think that makes me look distinguished.” She grabbed my hand with her, rubbed my wrist with her thumb absentmindedly.

“Among other things. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Hot.” I gave her a peck on the cheek and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, walked out onto the small porch and and sat down on a chaise, enjoyed the cold water in the warm morning air.

I tried not to think about what the day was bringing me.

Jessie joined me with her mug of coffee, sat and stared off into the distance. Wyoming had a reputation for extreme swings of temperature, and the June morning was already warm and promising greater heat to come.

I looked over at the scantily clad brunette as she drained her coffee, and she smiled sweetly at me. The sight of her long, pale legs below the scandalously short hem of the robe, the way her black hair brushed her shoulders, her cute button nose, the swells and gentle curves of her tiny breasts under the lingerie had me hardening again, wanting her again.

I reached over and slid my hand up one of her legs, and she shifted them apart by instinct, a gasp making her chest rise.

Farther up her soft skin I raised the edge of the robe to expose her sex. Bald, as she knew I liked, the lips still red from our previous enjoyment. I glanced around, confirmed no one else was on their decks. Four stories up on the side of the hotel, definitely, no one was watching us.