Page 79 of Hold the Line

After that, he’d held himself a little taller. Then we had dinner with her foster family, and she was so damn proud to show him her room—though she swore nothing could ever be better than the first bedroom he’d given her—and he’d shed some of the heaviness he’d been shouldering.

Each hug she gave him, each text she sent to tell him about her day, every time he watched Linda pick her up from work and give her shoulders a squeeze, he laughed easier and smiled more.

He was still the same quiet, introspective Deacon but freer, open to letting the light in—and with it, me. We’d spent every night together and, most often, fell asleep with Deacon snug inside me.

I had never dreamed this would be something I’d want, but I’d come to crave it. Drifting off, filled with him, his arms around me, his scent on my sheets…it was the coziest, most comfortable feeling.

This morning, I woke up on my stomach, Deacon over me, sliding in and out of me, and I smiled into my pillow.

I turned my head to show him how much I liked his wake-up call. “Good morning.”

He dipped down to kiss my cheek and shoulder. His lips were impossibly soft and warm on my skin. “Morning, angel girl.” He pushed in deep. “This feel all right?”

I wiggled my butt against him. “More than.”

“Good, because I woke up with your pussy wet and warm on my cock and needed you.” He nipped my earlobe. “We have time before we need to be up. I just need a nice, lazy fuck with my baby.”

“Yeah, honey. Exactly what I need to start my day,” I agreed.

He did as he said, sliding in and out at a slow, steady pace. My thighs were clamped shut, making me impossibly tight around him. He worked every nerve within me, turning them into crackling live wires.

Deacon always smelled so good in the morning. Warmer than normal, most of his soap had worn off, leaving his natural scent behind. My body responded to it with a Pavlovian reaction—relaxing and anticipating pleasure, whether from sex or a few minutes of cuddling before we rolled out of bed.

I pressed my nose into his forearm, inhaling him into my lungs. “I love how you smell,” I murmured, rubbing my nose along the inside of his arm.

“Nothin’ special,” he declared.

“Mmmm…you’re wrong. I would bottle this scent if I could.”

He chuckled near my ear. “Are you dreaming, sugar?”

I smiled again, a little dreamy. “It feels like it.” My inner walls fluttered around him. “Keep going like that. Right there. Love that so much.”

“Like this?” He snapped forward, then dragged his cock out so slowly it was torture. “Is that how you want it?”

“Mmmm...yes.” My channel flexed. “Please, baby. Do it again.”

He carried on fucking me with agonizing deliberation. It was so perfect I sighed into my pillow, clutching the sheets around me, and gave in to all of it. His lean, strong body weighing down my much softer one, hot panting breaths on my skin, sweet kisses along my shoulders, being filled to the very brim. I was helpless beneath him, and knowing he wanted me exactly that way gave me a heady, floaty feeling.

I wouldn’t come this way, but that was okay. I loved having him inside me too much to care about that.

I rode the meandering waves until he reached the breaking point. His huffs became heavier, retreats shorter, and he began grinding into me in earnest. Deep and hard, he slapped against me, my name uttered like a divine chant. Then, without warning, he yanked himself free, and liquid heat spilled along the valley of my ass.

There was no chance for me to find my equilibrium before he flipped me onto my back and dropped between my legs. His mouth latched onto my swollen pussy, so suddenly I nearly levitated off the bed. But he had a firm hold of my inner thighs, anchoring me to his face and the mattress.

I shoved my fingers into his hair, drawing him even deeper. He’d worked me up so well it wouldn’t take much to get me there. My mind might have been catching up to what was happening, but my body understood and was fully on board.

“Deacon, yes,” I moaned. “Please, keep going.”

He groaned, the vibrations adding another layer of exquisite pleasure. My fingers fisted in his hair, probably too hard, but he didn’t complain. He let go of one of my legs to slide two fingers inside me, curling forward to rub the tender spot he’d recently discovered.

His lips closed around my clit, giving me a pulsing suction that made me writhe and beg. I had no idea what I was saying, but desperate words began spilling from my lips as he sucked my clit and fucked me with his fingers.

He must have understood because he did not stop. Not when I cried his name to the ceiling and my thighs quivered around his ears. Not when I halfheartedly pushed at his head either. Deacon wasn’t satisfied with one orgasm that had almost brought me to tears. He licked me straight through another one. Only when I cried, “Enough!” did he slip his fingers free and kiss his way up my torso to settle on the bed beside me.

I blinked at him with bleary eyes. “Hi.”

He grinned, his lips shiny and pink from my pleasure. “Hey, sugar.”

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