Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)

He lightly pinched her nipple in response. She jumped.

“Hey!”

“You earned that.”

Gaze turning slightly heated, she said, “If you’re up for it later, I’ll let you have your way with me.”

Eyebrows raised, Deacon said, “Oh really? Carte blanche?”

Laughing, Sara said, “Within reason. You’re not into any freaky shit, right?”

“What kind of freaky shit?” Deacon asked, now sounding curious.

“I don’t mind a little pain, but nothing crazy. Definitely no body fluids that aren’t typically involved in sex. Um. Not a huge fan of anal.”

Nodding, Deacon said, “So I can have my way with you, within reason?”

Sara said, “Yep.”

Standing up, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, and said, “Where’s your bedroom?”

Squealing, it took her a minute to adjust to being upside down.

Slapping her butt lightly, he asked, “Bedroom.”

Gasping, she said, “Down the hall, at the end.”

Not breaking stride, he carried her down the hall and tossed her on the bed with a bounce.

Scooting over, she made room for him. He crawled onto the bed, resting on his elbows on top of her. He asked, “Now that I’ve got you, what am I going to do with you?”

Seeing the gleam of intent in his eyes, Sara felt her body responding with a fresh wave of arousal.

For a few moments, he just stared at her, his hand rubbing idly on her stomach.

Having come to some sort of a decision, he said, “Hands on the headboard. No matter what I do, don’t move them. No moving those hips or closing your eyes either.”

Already aroused, Sara didn’t see much chance of that actually happening, but she complied.

Deacon spent the better part of an hour stroking his hands over her body, then using his mouth to bring her need to a fever pitch. Finally, when she was all but begging him, he donned a condom and slid inside her, loving her gently.

Staring into her eyes, he told her how he loved the way her body clutched at him, how he enjoyed her soft skin. How much he enjoyed the intense need they had for each other, her laugh, her smell.

Sara was utterly destroyed. Coming so many times she lost count, she couldn’t focus on anything but his voice. His hands. His mouth. The feel of him inside her.

Finally, Deacon gave in to his own need, calling out her name with his release.

Giving her a gentle kiss, he pulled out of her, then moved to the en suite bathroom to get rid of the condom. Rinsing his hands, he came back to the bed.

Sara had crawled under the covers. She lifted the covers. He slid underneath and said, “See. Nothing scary. I just wanted you to understand what you did to me out there.”

Blinking, she said, “I’ve never felt so…”

Apparently understanding her perfectly, he agreed. “Me neither.”

Snuggling close, she said, “Are you staying the night?”

His arms tightening around her, he asked, “You tell me, Ms. I don’t do sleepovers.”