He still hadn’t moved when my fingers unclipped my bra, and I let it drop down off my shoulders, holding it in place. Then he took two steps, crossing over to the bed quickly while yanking off his own shirt and revealing a stomach covered in muscles and a barrel chest. A scar ran down one side of his body, and in that moment, it only added to the intrigue and excitement. As his lips crushed down into mine and he climbed on top of the bed, between my legs, I let go of the bra and it fell away.
His lips moved from mine and to my neck while his powerful, large hands moved to my chest and filled with one of my breasts. He groaned appreciatively, and I let my head fall back to give him greater access. He moved his lips down my body, latching onto the other breast when he reached it and sucking on my nipple until it was taut and wet.
I reached down, running my palms down his rippled stomach until I reached his jeans button and flicked it open. Deacon moved over to wrap his tongue around my other nipple while I pulled at his zipper and then pushed at his waistband. Suddenly he stood, and my breath caught in my chest at the way he made eye contact with me as he pulled his pants down and off.
His massive, thick cock sprung out of the jeans as they made their way down, and my eyes were drawn to it. Before I could reach for him, his hands had gripped my panties, and he pulled them down. I arched my hips up, so they would slide free, and then he dove his face into my core. I barely had time to cry out before his tongue was sliding through my folds and finding my clit.
A thick, long finger slid into me, and I moaned loudly. His tongue flicked my delicate pearl, the pad of his finger brushing my upper wall as it moved in and out of me. My pussy was soaking wet as I opened my legs further and filled my hand with his hair. I could feel a powerful climax building and had no desire to stop it. My free hand reached behind me, gripping the sheet just beside my head, and my eyes clenched shut.
The wave of an incredible orgasm washed over me, and my toes curled, and my thighs squeezed around his head. Deacon groaned as he lapped me up and then began to run his lips back up my body as my legs shook and I struggled to catch my breath.
I could feel his weight pressing me down as his arms curled under mine and he positioned himself at my center. For just a moment, I worried about how thick and long he was and how I wasn’t ready for him. Then the head dipped inside me, and he paused, crushing his lips back into mine.
My body felt like it was on fire, every cell burning with anticipation and desire. He slammed into me, holding himself so deep inside that I lost the ability to speak. When he did move again, it was to rock gently back and then press in again. My body adjusted with every thrust, and soon, the line between pain and pleasure was erased completely, leaving nothing but ecstasy.
Time slipped into nothingness as our bodies curled around one another, our tongues tasted the sweat off each other’s bodies as we rocked in the rhythm of desperate passion. I found myself in his lap, his legs sitting off the bed as he sat up, pulling me down with one arm around my waist and the other filled with my breast.
A deep growl formed in his chest, and he stood suddenly, flipping me over onto my back and pounding into me. The ferociousness of his desperate thrusts was almost too much, and my body gave way again for a dizzying orgasm that I had lost count of. He shouted a long, guttural cry as he exploded in me, and we came together.
He curled over me as he emptied himself, and I kissed his neck. When his body stopped shaking, I pulled away, scooting back to the pillows and he followed, collapsing beside me. I rested my head on his chest, and we fell into a deep, peaceful, satisfied sleep.
15
DEACON
I woke up in a strange bedroom, lost for a brief moment. A sound asleep, naked Rebecca was in my arms, and I figured I could get used to that.
I basked in the glow of the warm, comfortable rousing and compared it to the way I normally woke up on Sundays. This was certainly preferable. As much as I loved the natural beauty of watching the sun rise over the mountains, the long, delicate eyelashes and pouty, full lips of Rebecca’s sleeping face beat it by a mile. She was gorgeous and cute at the same time. Innocent and sexy. She was perfect.