Letting out a low moan, she felt her whole body tense and then explode.
Deacon began to thrust faster now, his pelvis slamming against hers until her body tensed again. Never taking his eyes off her, he watched her come undone a second time, finding his release with hers.
Kissing her again, slowly, he pulled out of her, then went to take care of the condom, then moved back to the bed.
Thoroughly sated, they both lay in bed, draped over one another on the edges of sleep until Sara finally said, “I need to be at work early tomorrow. I need to get going.”
Deacon’s arm tightened around her and he sleepily murmured, “I can take you in the morning.”
Skeptically, Sara asked, “Uh. I need to be out of here by six thirty. Is that okay?”
Sighing, he loosened his arm, then rolled over to the alarm clock, setting it.
Rolling back, he pulled her back into his arms and said, “See. I even set the alarm for six.”
Deacon dropped a drowsy kiss on the top of her head, then tilted her chin up to look her in the eye and huskily said, “Stay with me.”
Weighing the options, Sara said, “Okay,” then relaxed in his arms, drifting off to sleep.
When the alarm clock went off, Sara opened her eyes, blinking at the unfamiliar darkness. Slowly, she became aware of the warm, hard body pressed up against her back. A hand traveled from where it had been carelessly slung over her, up her body to her breast. Feeling his mouth trail a line of kisses along her bare shoulder, she sighed, feeling goose bumps rise on her arms.
Snuggling back against Deacon with a distinctive wiggle of her bottom, she heard his intake of breath and then felt his hand slide down to her hip. His grip tightened as he pressed his arousal against her.
“Mmm…morning,” Sara said, arching her back, feeling a jolt of pleasure run through her system as Deacon’s hand moved back up to tweak her nipple again.
Deacon mumbled something that could be construed as good morning as he dragged his teeth lightly over the skin of her shoulder and continued to stroke her.
Sara’s breath quickened as she felt her body respond to the bristle of his five o’clock shadow against her shoulder, and his fingertips as he lightly pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Lifting his head from her shoulder, Deacon said, “There’s time for a shower if you want…or…”
On the tail of an audible shuddering breath, she asked, “What is this ‘or’ that you speak of?”
Sliding his hand down her body, his hand ventured between her thighs. Finding her sopping wet, he groaned against her neck and said, “Fuck, Sara. Don’t move.”
Rolling over to the nightstand to grab a condom, he quickly rolled it on and repositioned himself behind her. Moving her thigh slightly, he rubbed his cock across her opening, eliciting a moan from them both.
Thrusting forward, he said, “This is the ‘or.’ Interested?”
Trying to press back against him, in a frustrated moan, she said, “Yes. Stop teasing.”
Holding her hips steady, he slowly slid the rest of the way inside her, both of them groaning at the delicious friction.
She pushed her hips back to meet him and he stilled her hips, grabbing them roughly, and bit out the words, “Don’t move those hips.”
Though her eyebrows rose slightly at his tone, she complied.
He began pushing into her, slowly, until she began to whimper with each time his cock slid in to the hilt. She had to bite her lip from the effort of not rolling her hips to meet his. Sliding his hand down, he massaged slow circles around her clit and said, “Don’t bite that lip. I want to hear you come around my cock.”
Increasing the speed of his fingers, and the pace of his thrusts, Sara cried out. Now audibly moaning with every stroke, she could feel the delicious tension of her orgasm building.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, using two fingers now to rub against her clit.
Whimpering as the pleasure continued to build, Sara said, “Yes. Fuck.”
Deacon groaned, dropping his mouth back to her shoulder, nipping at it roughly as her breathing became more labored, and then bit down on the place where her shoulder and neck met as she tightened and fluttered around his cock.
Crying out in surprise and release, she called out his name.