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She gives me a sexy grin. “Oh yeah? Well, what we’re going to do next is going to make you spontaneously combust, then. You ready?”
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“Oh, I’m more than ready,” Deacon tells me. “Ten years in the making.”
I return his warm smile, and our mouths meet, electricity crackling between us as we melt into each other.
“Some things are worth the wait,” I whisper.
The place between my thighs pulses with desire as he rubs a hand from my ankle up to the inside of my knee. I bend the knee back until the outside of it hits the blanket, scattering the roses that cover my most intimate area, unveiling me.
“Are you ready?” Deacon looks to me for permission, and I give a single nod, surprising myself with how certain I am so soon. I’ve never been readier for anything, despite how quickly we’ve moved.
He pushes my thighs apart and kisses up the insides of my legs, tickling my skin as he goes. Rose petals fall off me as I arch my back. When he slides his open mouth from the inner thigh to my center and strokes his tongue against me, I gasp, feeling heat course through my veins as he reaches up for my hips and holds me tightly in place.
“So delicious. Mmm,” Deacon groans, lapping at me with his tongue in earnest, both of us moaning as he finds the long-neglected parts of me that drive me to madness.
When his tongue licks up to my clit, I screech and press my hips up firmly against his face. Reading my not-so-subtle signs, he circles it with his tongue and then sucks the tiny bud into his mouth hard until I begin to exhale loudly and gasp at uneven intervals, feeling my world tilting on its axis as I reach for his hair and marvel at the fact that this is finally happening. This intimacy is something I’ll reserve for Deacon for the rest of my life. I can’t imagine anyone else ever licking me this way or touching me like this, or wanting to be with anyone else.
“Come for me, Beck. I can tell you’re close. Be a good girl and let me hear you,” Deacon whispers against my skin as he strokes my clit with his thumb and spears me deep with his tongue, over and over again as I writhe, undone by the pleasure that comes close to approaching agony. Everything throbs, including my heart, as I glance down at him between my legs, looking so sexy. So mine.
“Deacon, yes!” I cry, as my stomach muscles twist painfully, and my knees go weak. I press myself firmly against his tongue as my body begins to quake for him. Then, all I hear are broken cries as I shatter, falling over the edge into a powerful orgasm. I’m sobbing for Deacon as I pulse around his tongue. My entire body spasms, out of my control, but that’s okay because Deacon is in charge, and I’m happy to let him be.
I come down quietly, trying to catch my breath, as Deacon slips onto the bed beside me, pulls my back to his chest, and captures my legs with his. We’re twisted up together when he whispers, “You came so hard for me. Did you hear how loud you screamed?”
“I heard. Think I hurt my own ears. I can’t believe how long I’ve waited for that! How good it feels to be with you this way.”
“You taste incredible, and you’re so gorgeous and pink, like these gorgeous nipples. God, you’re responsive. I love your sighs,” Deacon tells me reverently, his sexy words making me bite my lower lip, hard. He reaches around me and bravely explores my nipples. “So delicious. Don’t think I’m done with you. I’m just giving you a breather.” He reaches around me and brazenly explores my nipples. I gasp, my hips lurching back toward his in response. Deacon chuckles. He’s having way too much fun torturing me, so I circle my hips and rub my ass against his hardness to tease him.
He drops his hand down and lightly strokes my sex as I shiver.
“It’s definitely me quivering, not your cock,” I tell him as my head falls back against his chest, remembering the word from my smutty book.
“I can feel you throb against my fingers. I can’t believe I get to touch you this way. I’ve waited so long, baby. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, to own your body this way.” Deacon drags his fingertip across my clit and just holds it there while I make a desperate noise in my throat, pushing firmly against his hand.Please, I beg internally. “And you’re impossible to satisfy, huh? I make you come, and you’re desperate for more?”
“Desperate for only you,” I whisper. “I’ll never get enough of you, Deac. But it’s your turn to let me love you. Here.” I toss a pillow on the ground and kneel with my mouth open, and Deacon gets the picture. He’s so sexy as he walks toward me, leans back against the edge of the bed and says, “God, you look so beautiful on your knees for me. Now, open wider.”
I obey, and he shoves his thick length into my throat in one quick slide.
“Oh, fuck, doll face,” Deacon whimpers. “Look at you taking me so well. What a good girl you are for me.” His fingertips stroke my cheeks and lips as I take him deep, managing toswallow almost all of him before I release him and do it again, licking his sensitive underside as I take him inch by inch until he’s fully buried. I feel so sexy doing this thing I used to hate. Lucky, even, knowing the man attached to this cock absolutely loves and adores me. He moves his hands through my hair tenderly. When his hips move, my eyes water, and I release him again to gasp for breath.
“Fuck, honey,” Deacon whispers to me as he bends to kiss me deeply, shoving his tongue into my mouth. “I love the way I feel in your throat.”
“Then don’t stop,” I tell him, directing his cock back where we both want it. I moan around him, vibrating him with my throat as I work to get him even deeper. My sex throbs with desire as I gag and suck, eager to welcome him into my body.
“Where do you want me to come?” Deacon groans.
“Inside of me. I need you.” It’s a soft plea falling from my lips, which he kisses. “Give me you.”
“This was inevitable, baby. You and me. And we’re forever.” Deacon’s eyes search mine, and his expression becomes desperate.
I push to stand and trace his shoulder with my fingertips, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. “I love you, Deac. Make me yours.” My voice holds a dare.
“I love you too,” he whispers, kissing me before he throws me on the bed, covering my breasts in open-mouthed kisses, bringing his fingers to my wet center and sliding inside while he licks my nipple. I convulse, my breath becoming gasps, and then he perches between my legs and sucks my clit. My heart soars to some other realm as my hands fist in his hair as I lose control. I’m a second from coming when his body covers mine and he thrusts into my dripping core. The world darkens and becomes so small that it’s only the two of us. Nothing else matters or exists at all but the blinding pleasure that courses through me,and how well we fit together, like I’m a puzzle that’s found its missing piece at last.
He thrusts again, burying the entirety of his length inside me until he’s totally sheathed. It takes me a second to adjust to his thickness, but goddamn, am I a lucky woman to be with someone as amazing as Deacon. He’s my whole world as he bottoms out and waits for the ache to lessen. It only takes a few seconds until pure need flows through me, and I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt my hips to take him deeper.
