Sara slowly pulled back, her eyes never leaving Deacon’s face as she got up off her knees and stood in front of him. He grabbed her head again and slammed his mouth down on hers, at the edge of his control.
Breaking the kiss after a few moments, he ran his hands down her body and slid her panties down. Watching her kick them away, he moved them toward the bed. She lay down and he stretched out beside her, still exploring her body with his hands. When his hand found the juncture of her thighs, she bit back a groan.
He gently parted her folds and circled his finger around her clit, making her whole body arch with the sensation. Moving his mouth down her body, he sucked one tight nipple into his mouth, while he continued to circle her clit with slow movements.
Sara buried her fingers in his hair and pressed his mouth to her breast, moaning shamelessly now as sensations rocketed through her body. Deacon backed off slightly, flicking his tongue lightly against her swollen nipple then grazing it with his teeth. At the first hint of teeth on her breast, Sara whimpered loudly.
Sliding two fingers into Sara’s pussy, he worked his way down her body, placing hot openmouthed kisses on her abdomen. Using his hand he parted her folds and pressed the flat of his tongue to her clitoris. Drawing slow but firm circles around it, he continued to slide his fingers in and out, curling to make contact with her G-spot.
Sara could feel the tension coil low in her belly, and she started to pant and move her hips. Moving his forearms, he held her lower body in place, continuing to nibble and stroke her from the inside out until she tensed, arched her back, and called out his name with her release.
Working his way back up her body, she pulled him into a deep kiss, not all that concerned that she could taste herself on his lips. Reaching down, she began to stroke him again. When he finally broke the kiss, she was panting but managed to say, “Wow.”
He smirked, momentarily, then continued to stare at her with heavy-lidded eyes as she stroked him, not breaking eye contact.
Finally she said, “I need you inside me, Deacon. Please tell me you have a condom handy.”
Rolling over to the edge of the bed, he reached into a nightstand and grabbed a condom, tearing the wrapper open and rolling it over his erection.
Moving back over to Sara, he settled himself on his forearms, his body between her thighs and kissed her again as he slowly slid inside her. Both of them groaned at the sensation.
Placing a light kiss on her shoulder, he began to steadily thrust into her. She rocked back and forth, meeting him with every stroke.
“Deacon, you feel so good,” she said as her nails began to dig into his shoulders where she was gripping him. She could feel a delicious tension building in her lower belly already.
“Fuck, Sara. You’re so tight.” Deacon was panting now, his body tense as he continued to thrust into her.
Sara’s head tilted back, her eyes closing as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm.
Moving one of his hands to tilt her face back toward him, Deacon said, “Sara, baby. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me. I want to see you come. I want to see your eyes when you come.”
His words, along with the slight change in the angle of his penetration, sent Sara over the edge. Gripping his shoulders, she dug her nails in and cried out his name.
“Deacon, oh god. I’m coming! Fuck!”
Her back arched as her orgasm crested, but she never broke eye contact.
Resting on one forearm now, he reached down between them and rubbed his fingertips against her clit. Roughly, he said, “Once more, Sara. Give me one more.”
Shocked, she felt her lower body tighten up again, and began to pant, feeling another orgasm coming on quickly.
He thrust into her roughly now, clearly reaching the end of his control.
Deacon said, “Let go Sara. Come for me,” as he continued to rub.
She panted. “Deacon, I need…I need.”
Slamming into her, Deacon grunted, saying, “Sara. Take everything. Fuck. Take anything.”
Her body erupted at his words, and she screamed his name. She came so hard she almost blacked out.
Her orgasm must have pushed him over the edge because he groaned her name as he slammed into her one last time, then rolled his hips a few times, then pressed a few openmouthed kisses on her shoulder.
He briefly rested his forehead against her, as he tried to draw in breath.
Rolling off her, he left to get rid of the condom, then stumbled back to the bed. Pulling back the covers, he urged h
er to move and join him underneath.