Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)

They were both breathless as they moved off the platform, Sara stumbling a bit.

Catching her, Deacon steadied her. He looked at Sara, a question in his eyes.

She said, “Your place is probably closer than mine.”

Nodding, his voice gravelly, he said, “Yeah.”

Taking her hand, they practically sprinted back to the car. Once inside, Deacon planted another hard, slow kiss on her mouth, and then turned on the ignition.

Buckling in, Sara leaned back in her seat, finally able to catch her breath again. Reaching over to Deacon, she placed her hand on his thigh again. Sliding her hand up, her eyes widened when she reached his arousal.

Deacon hissed, as she continued to stroke him through his jeans.

He moved her hand back down his thigh and roughly said, “We’re never gonna make it there alive if you keep doing that.”

Squeezing his thigh, Sara managed to behave herself for the rest of the drive, though they did manage a few heated kisses at the stop lights. By the time they pulled into the sub-garage of Deacon’s building, she was ready to explode.

Both of them got out of the car. Deacon came around to her side and pressed her up against it, roughly kissing her lips again. She could feel his obvious arousal pressing into her belly. Sliding her hands up his broad shoulders, she rubbed her body shamelessly against his.

Breaking the kiss, he took her hand and walked her urgently up to the elevator. Pressing the seventeenth floor, he pulled her into his arms again, pressing several biting kisses along her jawline until the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival. They stepped out of the elevator and he led her to a door at the end of the hall. Unlocking the door, he pulled her inside, and then backed her up against the door.

Sara wrapped her arms back around his neck and pulled his mouth down to meet her own. Sliding her hands down his chest, then back up to his shoulders, she slid the jacket down his arms. He shrugged the rest of the way out of it, dropping it on the floor. He reached for hers, moving it down her arms. Letting it slide the rest of the way off, she was unprepared for the wave of sensation she felt when he crushed her body against his. She could feel the heat coming off of him in waves. She was burning up.

Tugging her hand, he led her back

through the dimly lit living room into his bedroom. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she said, “Wow. Your bed is huge!”

Laughing, he said, “I’m an active sleeper. What can I say?”

Stepping forward, Sara inched her hands under the hem of his shirt, stroking her hands up his back, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under her fingertips.

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back, enjoying her touch for a moment. When she moved her hands to the edge of his T-shirt, he stopped her hands with his own.

Then he looked down at her, his eyes sober for a moment and said, “You’re sure you want to do this?”

Taken aback, Sara blinked at him then nodded. “Yes. I’m going to go crazy if you’re not inside me soon, Deacon. I haven’t been able to think about anything else since you walked me to my car.”

Deacon exhaled, smiled, and pulled Sara back into his arms. Sliding his hands underneath the hem of her sweater, he caressed her. Grabbing the edges of the sweater, he pulled it over her head.

Once she was out of her sweater, she helped Deacon shed his shirt, taking her time to run her fingers across each indent and muscle, lightly raking her nails down his abs.

Capturing her hands before they traveled to his belt, he paused for a moment, making eye contact. Then he placed a kiss on her palm.

While Sara tried to process the barrage of feelings that followed his sweetly intimate move, he reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

Fumbling for a moment, he unlatched it. She let the straps slide down her arms, then dropped the bra on the floor. Groaning, he took her bare breasts in his hands, stroking her nipples. Hearing her whimper, he took her mouth with his, and continued to gently run his thumbs across her tight peaks.

Moving the hands that were clutching his arms down to remove his belt, her hands shook with need. He placed his hands on top of hers, removing his belt, then moved to the button on her jeans. Popping the button, then slowly sliding the zipper down, he dipped his hands into the front of her opened jeans, rubbing his hands against her moist, hot center.

Biting back a moan, Deacon slid down her jeans and helped her step out of them.

Sara stood in Deacon’s bedroom now, wearing only panties. Seeing his dark, heated gaze as he took her in only aroused her more. She was on fire.

Deacon pulled her to him, his hands tangling in her hair as he attacked her mouth once again. Sara whimpered at the sensation of her bare breasts against the coarse hair of his chest. Moving her hand down once more to the button of his jeans, she unbuttoned them, then unzipped them. Sliding her hand into the front of his boxers, she stroked her hand against his hard length for a moment. Hearing his moan of appreciation, she removed her hand and slid them down along with his jeans. He moved slightly to step out of them and she sank down to her knees.

At the first contact of her lips, he groaned and moved the hand he had fisted at his side into her hair. Wrapping one hand around his erection, she circled the head of his cock with her tongue, then opened her mouth and slid it toward the base of his erection. Sara’s cheeks hollowed out as she began to pull Deacon further into her mouth. His hands tightened in her hair slightly with every stroke of her mouth.

With her free hand, she reached up to lightly trace her fingertips on his inner thigh. When she reached up further to caress his balls, she felt his whole body tense. Untangling his hand from her hair, he gasped, “Whoa, Sara. You need to stop that or I’m going to embarrass myself.”