They both lay there without speaking. Sara was curled into his side and Deacon rubbed up and down the path of her spine with his hand.
Finally Sara spoke, though she felt like her vocal cords must have been singed.
“Holy shit.”
Deacon laughed for a minute, and then said, “Goddamn, woman.”
Reaching over, Sara placed a kiss on his jaw and said, “I don’t even have words. I think I might have almost blacked out at the end there. Jesus Christ, you’re good at that.”
Leaning down, Deacon looked at her and said, “I thought we were going to set off the emergency sprinklers.”
Rolling onto his side to face her, he stroked the side of her face and said, “Give me about ten minutes and we can try again.”
One eyebrow raised, Sara asked, “Oh really?”
Deacon stroked a hand down her side and said, “Yes really,” and leaned in to kiss her.
Pausing, he said, “By the way, you’ve got a filthy mouth.”
Laughing, she said, “Guilty.”
Propping himself up with one arm he said, “That’s so sexy.” A moment later he said, “I’m getting a bottled water. Want one?”
“Yes, totally.”
Deacon rolled off the bed, stretched, and walked out of the bedroom without bothering to put on any clothes. Sara shook her head as he walked out of the room, thoroughly enjoying the show.
Walking back into the room, Deacon immediately became aware of her unapologetic stare. Smirking he asked, “See anything that interests you?” as he paused to uncap his water bottle and drank. Sara took the bottle of proffered water and removed the cap. Taking a sip, she steadily appraised him, then nodded and honestly said, “Absolutely.”
Sliding back in bed, he plucked the bottle of water out of her hands and placed it on the nightstand. Rolling back over until he was leaning over her, then brushed his lips against hers.
Stroking her hair, which had gone a little wild, he said, “This time, I think I’ll take my time.”
Deacon continued to brush his lips lightly across hers, until she finally nipped his lower lip with her teeth, trying to bring it in her mouth.
Leaning back, his hand traveled from where it had been tangled in her hair. He stroked his hand over every inch of her body, taking his time in certain spots. Sara was incredibly aroused at this point, and was trying to move things along.
There was something about his light touches, and the warm look in his eyes that left Sara on edge, though. Despite her attempts to speed him up, he continued his journey slowly, until her arousal had reached fever pitch. Sara started to shift, rolling her hips.
Smiling down at her, he said, “God, I love the way you respond to me,” as he worked his way down her body. Sliding his hand between her thighs, he moaned at the wetness he found. Drawing a nipple into his mouth, he continued to stroke her, moving two fingers into her wet channel as he swirled his tongue around her taut nipple.
Sara was rolling her hips against his hand, little moans in her throat with every brush of her clitoris against his palm.
Finally she said, “Deacon, I can’t take anymore. Please.”
Having reached the edge of his own control, he released her breast, then removed his hand from between her thighs, and rolled over to grab another condom. She watched him take it from the packaging, and roll it over his length.
Moving back over her, poised at her entrance, he said, “Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you.”
Not even realizing her eyes had flickered shut, she obediently opened them, and stared into his deep brown eyes. Sara was startled by the intensity she saw there. Reaching her head up, she brushed her lips against his, enjoying the way that he drew her lower lip into his mouth to nibble on it.
As his lips released hers, he placed his forehead against hers. Grabbing the hands that had moved up to his face, he pinned them on either side of her body above her head, locking his fingers with hers, and slowly slid into her.
Their breath mingled on the slow sighs of contentment. They made love that way, hands and eyes locked for a long time. There was no real urgency, until Sara felt her body tighten with impending release.
He continued to slide into her with the same steady pace, occasionally leaning down to nip at her lower lip.
Whimpering his name, she said, “Deacon, oh god, I’m coming.”