“You’ve worn me out,” Sienna mumbles into my chest.
My arms are wrapped around her as we lay in bed looking out over the ocean. A storm rolled in earlier so we had to run downstairs, naked, to fetch the picnic basket we’d abandoned on the beach earlier. It’s now set up in the bedroom instead. “Didn’t you call me a sex God the other day? Just trying to live up to my name.” She’s worn me out as well; we’ve spent most of the day in bed lounging around and fucking.
“Wish I had never let that slip, your rock star ego is big enough already.”
“It’s not the only thing big enough,” I smirk, smiling at her as I push my semi hard dick into her back.
“No more Evan, I won’t be able to walk.” She laughs again.
“Exactly, remember what I said; I want to ruin you for all other men,” I vow, pulling her into my arms tighter, letting out a yawn.
“See, I’ve worn you out as well.” She smiles into my chest.
“Sure have, sweetheart. Sure have.”
“Want me to give you a massage? I saw some oils in the bathroom earlier,” she asks.
“If you want.” Who would pass up an opportunity for a naked massage?
Jumping out of bed I watch as Sienna walks into the bathroom naked, her ass swaying with each step, my dick definitely appreciating the view. It’s not long before she is back with some bottles in her hand.
“Roll over,” she demands.
I like it when she tells me what to do, not many women have the confidence to treat me like that. Cold oil hits my back; followed by Sienna straddling me, her bare pussy pushing against my back. I don’t think this is going to relax me. Her fingers start working some powerful magic. “That feels so good,” I moan. Her fingers working into all the tight muscles; I can feel them melt away one by one.
I must have fallen asleep because now I am alone in the darken room feeling drowsy. I push myself off the bed, grabbing a towel from the ground wrapping it around my waist. I walk out into the living room; the smell of melted cheese fills the air.
“Hi, sleepyhead, you’re just in time, the pizzas have arrived,” she says, placing two large pizza boxes on the kitchen bench. “Wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a pepperoni pizza … because that’s what all American’s eat in the movies.”
This logic made me laugh but she’s probably right. And besides, I love pepperoni pizza.
“And, I also got a vegetarian pizza so that they balance out … oh, and some salads, and chocolate brownies for dessert.”
My stomach rumbled at the thought of all that food. I couldn’t believe she had organized all this while I was asleep.
Pulling out a couple of beers from the fridge, clinking her bottle against mine, she smiled, “Thanks for today, Evan.”
Walking from the kitchen bench, I pull her into my arms placing a kiss on her forehead. “Anytime, sweetheart, I’ve had fun.”
Settling ourselves in front of the TV with all our food felt strangely domesticated, especially with her curled into my side, her head resting on my shoulder, as she ate her pizza in comfortable silence. I flicked through the channels until I found an old repeat of the Texans game.
Sienna pipes up. “That’s not real football, you know?”
“Excuse me?” What did she just say?
Rolling her eyes at me, her cheeks glowing from the beers. “Look at that, that’s not footy. I mean … they wear all that stuff to protect themselves when all they do is just kick and catch,” She stated, shaking her head at me.
I am a little shocked; not really quite sure how to respond to that. I don’t think I have ever met a woman who has argued over sports before. “It takes real skill, and balls, to play football,” I react, defending the game.
She huffs, “Um, try playing league or union, even AFL; that is real football.”
What on earth is this woman talking about? “I don’t understand what you are saying? Are you speaking Australian again?”
Laughing, she continues, “No, rugby league, rugby union, Aussie rules, have you never heard of them?”
Shaking my head at her, “No.”
She looks at me shocked, grabbing the remote turning off my football, she starts searching through the sports channels. Giving up quickly; apparently not finding what she was looking for, she jumps up and reaches for her phone. Searching through her phone and finding what she was looking for, she hands it to me. Sienna had pulled up a YouTube video. Hitting play, I watch as men in tank tops, and very tiny shorts, ran around kicking a ball in the middle of nowhere; then BAM! Some guy jumps up onto the back of another, kneeing him and plucking the ball from the air. Wow, that was pretty impressive!
“A lot of Aussie rules players end up in America when their career is over in Australia because they can still kick a ball a long way.”
I nod as I keep watching. “So are you an Aussie rules fan?” I ask.
“Not really, but Beau used to watch it with the boys anytime the Swanies were playing.”
I frowned at her, not understanding.
“Sorry, the Sydney Swans, they are an Aussie rules team,” She continues, growing a little quiet at the mention of her ex.
I divert her attention to something else. “Okay, show me more.”
Smiling, she grabs the phone from my hand and types into the search bar before handing it back to me. Clicking the link it’s another game, rugby league, this one looks similar to our football … wait, what the fuck. My eyes flash to her then back to the screen.
“That man just …”
Sienna laughs. “See, American footballers are pussies compared to these guys.”
No kidding, these crazy guys were charging into each other full pelt, with no protective gear on them, before getting slammed into the ground over and over again. Then they start fighting in between the game, fists going everywhere as the whole team joins in. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It is brutal. Sienna’s giggling now, watching my shocked face as I continue watching on in amazement.
After spending most of the night chatting and laughing on the couch, it was time to get going. Back to reality. I wasn’t sure how we were going to explain to the others where we have been all day. Hopefully, they hadn’t noticed. “We better start heading back.”
Sienna stretches and heads for the kitchen to tidy up our mess.
“No leave it, sweetheart, the housekeeper will be here in the morning.”
Looking sleepy, she nods and heads back to the bedroom to get dressed into her clothes and out of the robe she was in. Walking up behind her, nuzzling her neck, I whisper, “Thanks for today.”
“Do you think they have missed us?” I ask, trying to gauge her thoughts on the matter.
“I texted Derrick saying we were heading to the beach for the day so that he wouldn’t worry.”
That was probably smart. “And do you think he thinks anything is going on between us?”
She laughs, “Probably, but Derrick has a very vivid imagination, I’m sure his version is so much seedier than ours.”
She’s probably right. From what I have seen while hanging out with him, he is as sexually inappropriate as Christian.
“Do you think the rest of the guys would think anything of it?”
Shaking my head, I respond, “I doubt it. I can probably guarantee they have all called a girl and are having their own fun.”
Sienna turns around in my arms. “You guys do that a lot?”
“Yeah I guess.”
Sienna becomes silent.
“You okay?”
Then she wraps her arms around my neck and murmurs, “I’m glad I’m the girl you called today.”
Bending down, I kiss her. I am so fucking glad she’s the girl I called as well.