Skipping Stones and Throwing Rocks - Open

[ChaseMePleez]

Sienna Treadstone sat at that bus station wondering if she had just lost her mind by returning to this podunk town. Catahoula, Louisiana was beyond tiny compared to some of the major cities like New Orleans but it was still her hometown. Her sea green eyes scanned the layout of the town she had once called home. Funny how it never felt like much of a home to her. Her alcoholic father had treated her about as well as one would a dog. He had once been a cop in this town until her mother was shot in a failed bank robbery attempt when Sienna was 5 years old.

Sitting there, she could help thinking about her past and the chubby teenager she had once been. Food had been a way of contending with the constant mental and physical abuse she dealt with on a daily basis. No one ever knew. No one could ever know. This town had been one night mare after another that her father's sister finally rescued her from. On a particular day when the beatings had been their worst, Sienna fainted from a concussion that her father had given her.

Her Aunt Maggie had been the only one there at the time. Once she took Sienna to the emergency room she saw the other bruises. Sienna begged her not to have her father arrested because it would kill him. Despite everything she still loved her father. Those few happy memories of him before her mother had died had stuck with her. He hadn't always been that way. Life had made him what he was and it had made her what she was now.

Sienna was uprooted to Monroe, Louisiana where she lived a pretty normal middle class existence that she hadn't had with her father. Aunt Maggie helped her get healthy but she still had issues with her self-esteem even though she could stop traffic with those legs. As time went on, she knew what it was like to live a happy life. She graduated from high school and got a scholarship to get her nursing degree.

She had just turned 25 years old, was working at a hospital in town and doing well. Sienna had a small apartment not too far from her Aunt's home so she was periodically drop in to shoot the breeze or to snag one of Maggie's homemade cookies. Today when she walked into the kitchen, she could tell that something was wrong.
Aunt Maggie?" The older redhead sat her down at the kitchen table. "It's your Daddy, baby. He passed away from a heart attack."

This was a moment she had thought about when she first came to live with her aunt. Sienna thought she would feel relief but she felt a sickening feeling in her stomach and the tears started to fall. There on the kitchen floor she mourned for the father that had hated her for a good part of her existence. Maggie put her on the bus a few days later and said she would follow soon.

Since she was kis daughter, the lawyers needed her to go over some papers as his next of kin. Apparently she was going to picked up by another member of the St. Martin Parish Police Department. The very idea that one of those quacks that had overlooked her father's abuse was meeting was ridiculous. Magggie told her that he was a 'good boy'. Sienna had no idea what that meant but she trusted her aunt's judgment.

Right now there was only one police officer in the parking lot and Sienna wished that it wasn't him. Even after all this time, he hadn't changed one little bit. The body, the swagger and that smile. Jackson Smith Devereaux. He had been one of the asses that tormented her in high school all those years ago. She had hated this guy with a vengeance and the last thing she wanted waas a reunion with the class asshole.

She could hear the idiot asking around for a chubby girl in her 20s. Sienna couldn't help rolling her eyes at his stupidity. He just assumed that she was the same as she was all those years ago. She tried using her phone to find a good taxi service when she made the mistake of looking up and catching his gaze. Sienna's trademark feature were her sea green eyes. Some form of recognition had dawned on the redneck obviously but it looked like he was still trying to decide whether or not to say something.

Sienna got up and grabbed her two bags, walking into the bus station. Letting out a breath of relief when saw the cab parked next to the station, she thought she may have actually gotten away until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look right into those beautiful eyes and almost growled in frustration. "Something I can do for you?"

 

[lovingfingers]

Deputy Devereaux would really have preferred to be anywhere else, but he had known Sienna's father the best and was informed by his superior that he would pick her up and ferry her to wherever she needed to go.

It was not that he didn't think this was the right thing to do. He just wished that he had not been quite such an ass to her in high school. He had matured in the intervening years. some of it in the school of brutally hard knocks. He had realized that he had been kind of a thug in his younger years. In some of the boys who wandered onto the wrong side of the law, he could see himself not that long ago. And frankly, it embarrassed him. He was one of the good guys now, but a lot of people's memories were not so good, including, he feared, Sienna's.

He stood in the parking lot, looking over the various passengers coming and going, but did not see anyone looking like the plump girl he had known. She was supposed to be here. Now what color hair did she have? He thought hard and kept looking, until he caught a glimpse of someone that might have been her. The woman he saw was fit and thin, actually really pretty. Could be her. People change. He hurried after her as she exited the station. She was near a cab when he caught up with her, asking tentatively, "Sienna?"

She didn't answer, so he tapped her shoulder. She spun around, immediately raising his guard. But he softened a little when he saw her eyes. She had always had beautiful eyes. "Sienna?" he asked, "I'm deputy Devereaux from the sherif's office. I was sent to meet you."

He felt foolish introducing himself, but maybe she didn't remember him, "We are all really sorry about your dad. He was a good man."

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Sienna had a sick feeling in her gut when she heard his voice again after all this time. It brought back memories of the taunts and jeers slung out not only by him but by that shrew of a girlfriend he had at the time. She scoffed when he referred to her father as a 'good man'. Maxwell Treadstone did know how to cover his tracks very well. Not a person in this town realized what he was capable of or what he put his only child through. "I'm well aware of who you are, Jackson. You may not have reconized me but you haven't changed a bit over the years."

Unfortunately he was still as shockingly good looking as he was when Sienna first saw him in Math class as a freshman. His body had changed a little, lost some of the baby fat that he had in high school and was more muscle but not much of a change. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with him in a vehicle of any kind. She just wanted to get this visit over and done with so that she could go home to her apartment, putting this town behind her.

"I really don't need an escort around town. I did grow up here most of my life." She tried to get out the door but the man was stubborn. Jackson wouldn't let go of her shoulder. "Do you really want to hash this out in front of all these people?" The bus station was teaming with passengers waiting either to be picked up or to board the next bus coming in. There was a small corner that was vacant so she gestured for him to follow.

The corner was designated for old arcade games that no longer worked so no one came back there. Once she had him in a quiet corner where they couldn't be heard, Sienna let her opinion be known. "I do appreciate the sentiment but I don't want any help from our local law enforcement. I am here to see to the final arrangements and the selling of the house so I can leave." To an outside she may have sounded cold but just being here was bringing up old memories tthat Sienna had thought were long buried.

"I can catch a cab to the house." She pulled her purse strap back into place. "Frankly I am surprised to see you of all people especially in uniform. Never thought I would see the day Jackson Devereaux became a civil servant." Arrogant was the word she would have used to describe him when they were in high school. She had no idea what kind of man he had become and she didn't want to. The last thing she wanted was to have any more connections to this town. When she rode off from here this time, it would be for good.

 

[lovingfingers]

As he listened to her, he heard the hurt and anger in her voice. Anyone would have. It was understandable. He also knew that there had to be reasons why she left all those years ago.
There were rumors, and he had put a few clues together. It was also clear that she remembered him, and not too favorably. No surprise. He had been a prick.

When she was done, he took a breath and replied, "well, people change sometimes. I got a clue and decided I wanted to be one of the good guys and not..."

He shrugged, and continued, "I know your dad wasn't perfect. He had his problems, like anyone else. But I wouldn't be here, I probably wouldn't be alive, it it wasn't for him."

He let go of her shoulder. How long had he been holding it? He looked at her, again surprised at how good she looked, such nice lines, and those eyes. He handed her his card, "I understand if you don't want my help. But the offer remains. If you need anything just call."

He took another step and started to turn, then looked at her, "taxi service is lousy. Sure you don't want a lift?"

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Sienna was a little surprised at the maturity in how he explained himself. Her aunt would have chastised her for acting so rudely. Those years had traumatized her in more ways than she could count but for Jackson, it had been about immaturity not hate. She would give him a chance to show that he's changed. She mumbled underneath her breath. "You have no damn idea."

She caught him before he could leave. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't have many pleasant memories of this town or the people here. It has been a long time and I don't really know you anymore. I shouldn't have acted like that." Sienna took the handle of her suitcase. "If the offer still stands, I could use the lift to my old house."

The ride back to her old house was a quiet one. She never tried to make conversation but that had never been her way anyway. Sienna had always been the quiet girl in the back of the class that always did as she was told and did her classwork when assigned. The keys to the house had been left under the rock near the backsteps as usual.

Once inside Sienna tensed instantly. The leather strap that her father used too use on her as a deterrent from running away still hung on the wall near the kitchen door. She didn't bring any attention to it and pretended it wasn't there. She heard the door close and saw Jackson bringing in her bags. "Sorry. I forgot about those for a bit. I can be a bit of a ditz."

 

[lovingfingers]

He was glad that she changed her mind about the ride. He knew that some of his motivation was guilt, but a bigger part was being a good guy to his mentor's daughter. On the short trip to the house, he tried a few times to start conversation, pointing out things in the town that were new or unchanged since she left. Sienna remained quiet, and after a time, he let it be.

When they arrived at the house, Jackson noted that the grass needed to be cut. Other maintenance would likely need to be done if she was going to sell the place. She exited the car quietly and walked around to the back of the house. He opened the trunk and got her bags, then followed after her. He could only imagine what she must be thinking.

When he arrived in the backyard, he saw her opening the door. He walked up the steps and caught the door with his foot, opening it back enough to get in. He hadn't been in the house for years, and cast a cop's eye around, taking it all in. He noticed Sienna looking hard at something for a moment, then look away. When he entered the kitchen, she seemed to realize he was there again. He told her not to worry. She had a lot on her mind. She walked briefly into the another room, he glanced in the direction she had looked earlier. He saw nothing unusual, except for a leather strap hanging on the wall near the door. He banked it in his memory, then focussed on the rest of the room. He called, "everything look ok Sienna?"

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Sienna had to shake herself free of the bad memories that were clogging her senses. She gave Jackson a sad smile. "Yes, everything seems to be in order." The mask she normally kept over her features had dropped for just a moment and the fear that had nearly ruined her life was showing in her eyes. "I appreciate you bringing me here. It doesn't look like anything in this town has changed much." She looked down for a moment. "Except you. I barely recognize you from the guy I knew all that time ago."
It confused her how he could have such a drastic turnaround.

She checked the pantry and laughed. "Is the corner grocery still in business? I didn't even think about food just yet and I haven't eaten since that last bus stop four hours ago." Sienna would need an extra pair of hands carry the food and she needed a way to thank him for his help. "You still like apple pie?" The look he gave her almost made her smile but she held it back. "I am going to need a few things. I will make you a deal. We kind of got to a bad start and you've been a help to me. You help me get the groceries back and I will makes us something to eat. It's getting late in the afternoon anyway."

The idea seemed valid but it didn't occur to Sienna until later what people might have thought seeing the two of them inside the store together. Jackson had the cart while she picked up the items she needed. It had been a while since she had cooked for more than just herself but Sienna's sausage jambalaya was always good. Their conversation stayed friendly enough and he had even told her about some of her old school chums. Apparently a Rose O'Leary, a girl from her Home Ec class, had married a guy old enough to be her father and ran off.

Everything was fine until she heard a man starting to yell. On the next aisle some guy was giving his wife the riot act for spending too much money and was getting hostile in his yelling. Sienna began to get nervous and her hands shook. A fine sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead as she placed the last can of tomato sauce in the cart. When he got really loud all of a sudden, Sienna jumped and let out a little cry.

 

[lovingfingers]

He was glad when she asked for a ride to the grocery. He wanted to be of help, and while things had started off rough, this was an improvement. He grinned at the offer of pie, almost saying, "Hell ya." They had walked back to the car and he had held the door for her. As she stepped in, he could not help but notice the lines of her body again. He stuffed that familiar erotic appreciation down and got into the driver's seat. He drove across town, which wasn't that far, turning into the parking lot of a supermarket, joking, "well, some things do change. Even we have a Piggly Wiggly now."

He followed her into the grocery, snagging a cart along the way. As he thought of things and people, he tried to catch her up on the news of the town. He kept it light. As a deputy, he knew more than most people about the town, and some of it wasn't pretty. He was starting to relax and enjoy himself, when he heard a raised voice in the next aisle. He listened for a moment, then recognized the voice. Bill Philips, again. He was keeping an open ear, when he noticed Sienna. She was clearly highly agitated. When the Bill's volume raised, she reacted strongly.

That was enough. He left the cart and walked over to the next aisle. He rounded the corner and looked at the Philips, asking in a neutral tone, "trouble folks?" Somehow the sight of a deputy in uniform quieted some people down, as it did now. "No," muttered Bill. "Good to hear," Jackson replied, before turning and wandering back to Sienna.

And while he had been dealing with the Philips, his mind had not left Sienna. She had been upset by overhearing Bill's tirade, which pointed towards her having been in an abusive relationship of some form. But who? He sighed as he figured he knew. Her dad had a temper and problems with booze. He had seen that himself, and, like most everyone else, had let it slide because he was otherwise a good lawman. There had been rumors about Sienna leaving, and abuse was one of them. He cursed inwardly. He really didn't want to know this.

As he approached Sienna, he put a neutral look back on his face, and tried not to look as though he was assessing her. He said apologetically, "sorry about that. Bill gets out of hand every now and again, but his bark is worse than his bite."

He looked at the woman in front of him, so very pretty, and at that moment, so very fragile.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Sienna did her best to calm down but her nerves were still a little shakey. The fact that she let Jackson see her get this upset was horrifying.She thought she'd see judgment on his face when he came back but he looked kind of passive to her. She took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm alright." That was a bit of a lie but she didn't feel like explaining her reaction to him right her in public. "I think we have everything I need. Let's go."

The ride back to the house was awkward and quiet. They both carried the bags into the kitchen and Sienna started dinner, cooking the sausage and tomato gravy while she peeled the apples for a pie. Jackson sat at the kitchen table while she worked on the jambalaya. Once the pie was baking the whole house smelled heavenly and even her own stomach growled. Looking down at herself, Sienna laughed at how much of a mess she was. "The pie has maybe 5 or 6 minutes. I will be upstairs cleaning up."

Sienna grabbed an extra set of clothing and brought it into the bathroom. As she cleaned up, she took stock of the scars that littered her body. She stood in just her bra and jeans, looking in the mirror at the marks that leather belt had left on her. The scars where he had broken her skin with it were long and angry. For a second, Sienna thought she saw the door open just a bit but shook off the feeling.

Pulling on her Icegators' jersey, Sienna went down the stairs to finish the dinner. Once she got into the kitchen, she noticed that the pie was cooling on the counter but Jackson had a strange look on his face. "Jackson, is something wrong?" She checked the pot on the stove and put the heat on low while she went to the rice cooker to get the rice to mix with the sausage and gravy mix.

Once she had the table set for dinner, Sienna could tell that there was something on Jackson's mind. "Look, I know there's something wrong." That was when she realized something. "Jackson, did you come upstairs while I was in the bathroom?" He had seen the scars. Sienna began to feel the tears threatening to fall again and she had no idea how to stop them this time. She felt like she had been opened up and laid out for him to see everything.

 

[lovingfingers]

She had said she was ok, and he was not motivated to question her. So they made their purchases and gone back to the car. As he drove back to the house, struggled for what to say, and elected to not say much. His mind didn't want to accept the idea of Sienna's father being an abuser, but that's what the evidence pointed to, so far.

He was glad to get back to the house and have something to do, carrying the groceries in, putting a few things away as Sienna started cooking. Soon he was sitting at the table, making light conversation, and really noticing Sienna's ass as she stood at the counter and moved about. He relaxed a bit again, grateful for the distraction. Eventually, the prep work was done and things were cooking. He had started to clean up areas of the kitchen where she was done when she said she was going upstairs. He looked over, her blouse, hands, and face dusted with flour, butter and a few other ingredients and smiled. She really was cute.

After she had been gone five plus minutes, and showed no signs of returning, he checked the pie. It was that golden brown they talk about, so he pulled it out and set it on a rack on the counter. He figured he would let her know it was done, but didn't want to yell, given her earlier reaction.

He walked up the stairs, looking about briefly, then heard noises behind a mostly closed door. He moved closer, about to knock, when through the crack he saw a flash of skin. He stopped, wondering whether he should knock, when the door opened a bit more and then stopped. She wasn't coming out. Old houses were like that; doors either stuck or wouldn't stay closed. He had a much better view of her now, and felt a bit guilty for being a voyeur. She was dressed in a bra and jeans, and found himself wishing he had a better view, until he saw a line of red running across her back. What the fuck!?

It looked like a scar. And once he noticed it, he saw others. She turned, and he saw more. Inwardly, a string of curses filled his mind. She turned again. She would come out soon and he did not want to be caught standing there. He moved quietly back downstairs and waited in the kitchen. He really didn't want to know all this, particularly about a woman that he had to admit that he found attractive.

She almost surprised him when she came back into the kitchen, asking if something was wrong. "No, no," he said lightly, "just thinking about a case. Sorry about that."

She went back to cooking and setting the table. He watched her, this lovely woman, and couldn't get the image of her being beaten out of his head.

She looked at him, and must have seen he was upset. She put two and two together, and asked him if he had come upstairs. He hung his head for a second, not out of shame for being caught peeking at her, but at the hurt he could feel coming. "I am so sorry Sienna," he started, "I didn't mean to. I just came up to tell you the pie was done. I..."

What could he say? I'm sorry your father beat you. "I am truly sorry," was all he could manage. And then the awful thought crossed his mind, what if the abuse was more than "just" beatings. He looked at her, at the emotions which played across her face, at the trembling of her body. A protective instinct rose in him and he took a step towards her, simply acting on the impulse to give someone who was hurting a hug.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Sienna felt completely and utterly exposed to Jackson. She was fighting tear desperately. "I know you didn't mean to. I just...." The words just couldn't form in her mouth correctly. Other than her aunt, no one really knew the full story on why she left town.Sienna's body shook from the raw emotions running through her. When those strong arms encircled her, she just let it happen for once. Not many people had ever offered her comfort once they realized the extent that she had been damaged by her father.

Sienna sank into the warmth of his arms, relishing that safe feeling she felt with him. Her arms wrapped around his torso and her face into the crook of his neck. She could feel his hands in her hair just petting at her. The nearness began to effect her and her nipples had gone hard just being this close to him. Her jersey wasn't that thick and she had taken off her bra in the bathroom.

She felt him tense up in her arms so she pulled back to look at his face. Sienna couldn't read the expression on his face but his eyes seemed almost conflicted. She touched his face, her thumb skimming his cheek softly and then across his lips. Taking a chance didn't seem so scarey in that moment so she bit the bullet and leaned in to kiss him lightly. His lips were soft and warm. Sienna wanted more from him. "Jackson, please." It was all she could say at the moment.

Sienna kissed him again but deeper this time, letting her body's needs lead her. She sighed into his mouth and pressed into his body. The feeling of him against her was something from her wildest dreams. She had lusted after him when she was in high school but he never looked at her that way. All those old urges were suddenly back with a hell of an impact.
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[lovingfingers]

She had started to speak, then stopped and began to shiver like a cold little kitten. It would have melted the heart of the coldest man, and Jackson was far from that. He took the second and third step and gently wrapped his arms around her. He simply held her for a time, with enough pressure to let her know he was there, but not so much as to suggest more. He knew he was on thin ice. He had had enough psychology in his training to know that someone who had been abused could be pushed over the edge by what would seem to be an innocuous or kind gesture. You never knew.

But she had clung to him and even nuzzled against him a bit. He was stroking her hair gently before he realized he was doing it. He wondered if he should stop, particularly when he felt a rush of arousal running through his body. He realized he had been so busy thinking about her as the daughter of a cop he had respected, that he had not allowed himself to think much about her as an exceptionally attractive woman. And now this woman was pressed up against him. He could smell the scent of her hair and feel her heat. His body was way ahead of his mind. He started to enjoy it, sliding his hand down her hair to the back of her neck. He stopped abruptly when part of his brain said, "Jackson, you came to help your friend's daughter, not fuck her."

She sensed his hesitation, looking up into his eyes. He gazed into hers, wondering what she was feeling, what he should do. Then she touched his face, felt his lips and kissed him. It was a soft tender kiss, tentative and loving. He gave himself to it. She said, "please," before kissing him again. This kiss was more intense, and led to another as he pulled her close. One hand went to the small of her back, pressing her against him more intimately. He was hard now and knew she could feel it. Any doubts in his mind were assuaged when he felt her hips start grinding against him.

He bent to kiss her again, sliding his hand down, over her ass to the middle of her thighs. He scooped her up and held her aloft as he arms circled his neck. He looked briefly about, then carried her slowly to the living room. He backed up to the couch and gingerly settled down onto it. Their kisses came harder and faster now, as he held her in his lap. He slid his arm out from under her legs and brought it up to stroke her hair. The strokes soon traveled down her neck to her shoulder. His fingertips traced up and down her arm, before sliding to her collarbones. He shuddered a little as his palm came to rest on her right breast, her nipple tenting the T shirt so beautifully. He felt her slowly and gently, stroking, cupping, kneading. And every touch he gave her seemed to fuel his own desire. His hand moved to the hem of her T shirt, grabbing and lifting it, as he breathed, "I so want to see you."

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Her body moved according to her needs and right now she needed to be as close as she could get. Sienna kissed him fervently , grinding her hips into him. She moaned into his mouth as she felt herself being lifted. Once they both hit the couch, the kissing became more desperate. The heavy desire she felt for him was making her dizzy. The way he touched her was so tender that it made her feel warm all over. Her body trembled against him as those touches became more arousing. She arched her breast further into his hand.

Sienna moaned but whimpered slightly when he lifted her t-shirt. She watched his eyes skim across her bare chest. The scars she bore always made her feel self-conscious. "Jackson." It was more a plea than anything else. For a long while he said nothing and she closed her eyes, wanting to block out the pity she knew would be in his eyes. She couldn't have been more stunned when she felt his lips planting little kisses on each scar, making her cry out helplessly. His mouth on her skin was making her clit throb beneath her jeans almost painfully.

She pulled at the buttons of his uniform shirt until it lay open for her. Sienna touched him, kissing his chest hungrily. She felt him kissing the side of neck. "Jackson, I've been dreaming about you for so long. I want you so much." Once his lips wrapped around one pink nipple, Sienna lost whatever sense of control she once had on her desires. Her finger laced through his hair as he suckled her gently. She could feel the growing erection under the material of his pants. Her hand snaked down and started to stroke him through his pants.

Sienna could sworn she heard him growl against her breast. She enjoyed touching him, his mouth becoming more insistent as she touched him. "God," she moaned, "I'm so wet." The movement of his body against hers was deliciously erotic. It had been so long since someone had touched her like this and those interludes were fast, unsatisfying and as about as tender as a romp with an alligator. She toed out of the shoes she had been wearing and wrapped her legs around his hips.

She ground into him helplessly, seeking to asuade the ache between her legs. Sienna stopped when he began to kiss his way down her stomach, undoing her jeans to pull them off slowly. All she wore now was a pair of black lace panties and Jackson's eyes had darkened a bit. He kissed her deeply and she felt his tongue tangling with her own while his hands gripped her breast.

 

[lovingfingers]

His eyes had widened when he had peeled off her T shirt. Her breasts, proud tipped with large pink nipples, had bounced free, and the scars he had seen only partially were now completely open to him. Sympathetic pain, desire, tenderness, lust, all played through his mind. She had whispered his name, the word laden with emotion. And as much as her lips had called to him, it was her scars that drew his lips the strongest. He bent his head to the thin red line on her shoulder and gently kissed down its length. He glanced at her face and saw her eyes closed, her mouth slack as she made small sounds. He traced his lips over her collarbone to another scar, and kissed it from one end to the other.

He wanted them all, to kiss them all, to tell her that it was alright, that she was beautiful, so beautiful. He shifted and moved to her arm, seeking, kissing. He moved slowly. There was no rush, except for the growing desire in both of them. When he had kissed the last scar he could see, although he knew there were likely more, he moved back up her arm to her neck. He felt her removing his shirt, and speaking words of long desire. He felt a little guilty. He had not noticed her when they were in school. But that was a lifetime ago, and she was making him ache in ways he hadn't known now.

He gave himself to his desire, sliding down, kissing her full breasts and taking a nipple between his lips. He loved this. He could have adored her like this all day. But his lust flamed as she starting stroking him through his pants, and his ministrations became more insistent. He moved down, pausing to slip her jeans off. As he moved back next to her, he took hold of her and kissed her hard, his tongue seeking hers. His hands once again cupped her breasts, as their breathing got harder.

He wanted her desparately now. He kissed down the front of her throat as his hands trailed down her torso. Her body heaved when his fingers slipped beneath her panties. He kissed down between her breasts as he began to slip them down. He moved to the floor as he slid them down and off. He set them aside as he looked into her eyes, and kissed her knee. He kept his eyes on hers as he kissed slowly up her legs.

There were scars there too, but they would wait. He would taste her, and was taking his time, letting her watch him move. Her legs spread wide for him and the scent of her sex enveloped him as he moved close. She was open and wet, like a tropical flower, as his tongue traced around the edge of her labia. He explored her gently, moving over each fold, tasting her wetness. He suckled each labia, savoring her flavors. He began long slow licks up and down, from her clit hood to her opening, darting inside her now and again. More and more, he paused, circling her clit with his tongue, riding the undulations of her hips.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Sienna watched him with wide eyes as he slipped off her jeans. She felt so much need in the kiss that he gave her. Jackson's mouth was pure sin and her heart was feeling the effect as much as her body. Her clit throbbed badly so she undulated against him as their tongues licked and teased the other. Her body was in so much need that she whimpered when they touched, needing so much of him.

She moaned he kissed down her body and shook as he came back up. "God, Jackson. Your mouth feels so good." Sienna willingly opened up her legs for him, anxious to feel his tongue on her in the most intimate of ways. With the first lick, she lost control, her body moving on its own as Jackson was barely able to restrain her hips. her breathy moans echoed in the room. The slow tortuous licks were driving her mad with lust. She wanted to touch him too, to make him feel the way he made her feel.

Without warning an orgasm hit her harder than ever before and Sienna arched off the couch. Her hands cupped her own breasts as she ground against his face, moaning his name like it was something sacred. Sienna whimpered and moaned as his tongue did sinful things to her senses. She could feel him lapping up at the juices that had flooded her pussy. She pulled him back up to her, kissing him desperately, tasting herself on his lips, lapping and kissing his chin. "You make me so hungry"

The whisper held a hunger that she seldom felt for any man. Jackson was someone she never dreamed of having in her arms for even one moment. Sienna pushed him backwards to put him on his back.Her hand smoothed over his chest, spotting a few scars of his own from his life on duty. Her soft lips kissed at one that ran just below his navel, one in his shoulder from a bullet wound and one on his hand from when he disarming a suspect last year.

Her hand went up and cupped his cheek with her hand as if he was something precious to her. He turned his head and placed a kiss to her palm, making her gasp and a rosey blush ran from cheeks to the tips of her breasts. Sienna kissed him again but this time was so tender that Jackson was looking at her in a strange way. She left him no time to get back his balance. Unzipping his pants, she slipped a hand into his pants and began to stroke him.

She lay on top of him and kissed him while she touched him. The little grunts of pleasure she heard were music to her ears. Sienna was taken by surprise when two of fingers entered her. She cried out suddenly and nearly bit him. Sienna pulled down on his pants and turned her body for a 69 position. She pulled out his erection, licking her lips in raw hunger. The moment her lips were tasting him, Sienna knew she was lost to this man.

 

[lovingfingers]

Jackson was feeling a bit light headed. He had fast, random fucks before, but he had never experienced this level of desire for anyone, ever. When Sienna came, he felt a sudden rush of joy. He was amazed at the intensity, and gush of her juices on his face. He lapped at her eagerly, wanting every drop, until she pulled him to her. He was about to protest that he was just getting started when she took the initiative.

What ensued made him dizzy with want. He wanted her, not merely to cum, but to cum with her. She teased and kissed him, finally starting to stroke his cock. He groaned incoherently. As she moved, he realized where his hand was. He grinned as he crooked his fingers, brushing her wet pussy, then sliding inside her. He groaned at how she felt, so wet and open.

He thought she might let him play, but instead she swing a leg over him and lowered her sopping sex to his face. He tilted his head to get the right angle and brought his hands over her hips to clasp the cheeks of her ass. He made a throaty hum as he started sucking her. His tone changed though as her mouth enveloped the head of his cock. He slowly, as his cock throbbed in her mouth. He gasped and tried to fucus. He fought to keep pleasuring her as his hips started to rock.

With others, he had always found 69 to be pleasant foreplay. Each could focus on the other, without any real urgency to climax. But Sienna was different. He wanted her. He teased and probed and lapped her pussy eagerly. This was a genunine turn on to him. Her pleasure made him ache.

He kept stopping though, as Sienna took him deeper, or would graze the head with her teeth, or would lick the shaft. He would start again, and then she would do something different and make him gasp. Her body moved as she toyed with him, her breasts bouncing on his abs. She took him deep and started licking the base of his cock. He moaned loudly in warning, his body shaking.

And then he came, a long pulsing orgasm that seemed to go on and on, astonishingly intense, leaving him gasping into Sienna's dripping cunt.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Sienna was lost in the sensations she felt as the aftermath of that intense orgasm that was followed by Jackson's. She wanted every drop of him sp she worked his cock even as he came, shooting warm semen into her mouth. The taste of him of him had her drunk with lust. She swallowed every drop he emptied into her mouth and licked his cock clean until it was semi-hard again. Her whole body felt so shaky that Sienna couldn't trust herself to move for a moment.

Her body was still shaking when she felt his big hand rubbing her back. It felt so good when he touched her. Sienna wanted more of him, more of that touch. She straddled his waist, facing him and kissed him with obvious longing. "Jackson..." It barely came out as a whisper. " I need to feel you inside me..." She rubbed her still wet pussy on his cock.

Sienna heard a whimpering groan come Jackson as she nibbled on his lips, teasing his cock with her pussy. The sound made her smile in a way that it lit up her eyes. It had been the first time in a long time that she had smiled genuinely since she heard of her father's death. "Jackson, please. Make love to me." Jackson sat up with her still straddling him, kissing her mouth as a hand slipped into her hair. Her hand was pumping at his cock, her breasts rubbing against his chest.

His kiss was driving her pulse through the roof. Jackson's kiss was thorough, slow and intensely passionate. His tongue was an evil tease that skimmed over her lips, gliding along her own. Sienna couldn't help but tremble while his cock was nice and hard again for her. Her pussy was aching to feel him inside her, fucking her. He whimpered something in her ear and lifted her slightly, having her wet pussy come down on his cock.

Jackson was maybe 7 and a half inches, thick as well. It had been a long time since Sienna had been with anyone else so her pussy was tight. Her body worked its way onto his cock slowly, a little at a time. The silence was only broken by the sounds of harsh groans and labored breathing. Once he was inside her to the hilt, Sienna began to move her hips slowly. She thought she might faint, the pleasure was so intense.

 

[lovingfingers]

Jackson was no stranger to sex. He had been around the block, and then some. But he had never experienced anything as intense as what the two of them were sharing now. Sienna had sucked him dry and then kept sucking, slowly coaxing him back towards hardness.

She had turned around and straddled him, her breasts swaying as she moved. Her kisses and whispers and the feel of her wetness against the head of his cock were making him ache. She asked again for him to make love to her.

He sat up, wanting to feel more of her, wanting to touch her, wanting.. her. She kept jacking his cock as they kissed urgently, his hands running over her back and ass, pressing her close. Finally, he told her that he wanted her. He took her hand away and lifted her up, against his chest. Then he started to lower her. The tip of his cock met the wetness of her slit. He lowered further and felt his cock open her. They both groaned at the sensations as he slowly lowered her, his cock filling her, the head popping past the tight rings of muscles.

As last, he felt the warmth of her labia at the base of his cock. He took her head in his hands and kissed her. In response she had started to rock her hips, causing the angle and depth of his penetration to shift back and forth. His hands went to her ass again, and began helping her move, riding him slowly. The ground and kissed and moaned together, each fueling the other's desire.

They reached a plateau of lustful pleasure, when Jackson wrapped his arms around her tightly and lifted her. He twisted and lay her on her back on the couch. Still joined, he settled back on top of her and began to move his hips. He gave her long, powerful strokes, the tip of his cock almost exiting her, before sliding completely inside her again. It was agonizingly pleasurable. He slid his hands and forearms beneath her, holding her shoulders, pressing an extra half inch on each stroke. He wanted to bury himself in her, take her, be one with her.