Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)

“Yeah. His face when you mentioned Chloe was bringing a date? I felt bad for the guy.”

“I totally missed that. Don’t know how I feel about the idea.”

“I don’t think she has a clue. I kinda feel sorry for him.”

Shrugging, he said, “Me too, but I don’t wanna think about that right now. Come here.”

Crooking his finger, he gave her a heated stare.

Sara stepped toward him, placing her hands on his shoulders. Pressing her body against his, she asked, “What do you want to think about right now?”

Running his hands down her back, he pressed his groin into her belly and said, “Getting you out of this dress. The same thing I’ve been thinking about since I first saw you in it.”

Bending his head down, he captured her mouth with his. Parting her lips, she felt his tongue sweep into her mouth. Sliding her hands into his hair she started to stroke his tongue with her own.

Sara moaned in the back of her throat, enjoying the sensation. Breaking the kiss, Deacon took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. He stood facing her, his hands on her bare shoulders. He leaned down, nipping at her lips again.

Sara angled her head, pulling him back into a deeper kiss, her hands impatiently roaming over the muscles of his back. Sensing her urgency, he groaned, then moved his lips down her jaw in a series of openmouthed kisses.

When she moved her hands up to unbutton the top button of his shirt, he pulled back, stilling her hands.

Looking at her, his eyes were heavy lidded with arousal.

He said, “I wanted to take my time.”

Shaking her head, Sara said, “Next time. I need you now. It’s been too long.”

Appraising her face for a moment, and apparently seeing the wisdom in her words, his mouth slammed down on hers. Attacking her mouth with his, she felt his arms wrap around her, his hand searching for her zipper and dragging it down. Scooting back, she brought her hands up to his dress shirt again and began to undo the buttons.

Feeling the cool air on the skin of her back that the open zipper had exposed, she momentarily stopped unbuttoning and slid her arms out of the thin straps. Letting the dress slide down her body, she stepped out of it.

Pulling his head back, his eyes flared with desire at the sight of her standing there in her strapless lace bra and matching panties. Roughly pulling her to him, his fingers bit into her hips as he ground his arousal into her belly.

Hearing her breathy moan, he moved his hands up to help her take off his shirt, then fumbled with his belt. Sliding his pants down, he reached behind her to unsnap her bra, then leaned forward to feast on her breasts. Taking one swollen peak into his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue, drawing it deeply into his mouth.

Sara cried out at the sensation, then moved her hand down between them, massaging his now-throbbing erection through his boxers. Moving to her other breast now, he repeated the same action.

Pulling his cock out of his boxers, she began to firmly stroke him, while he continued to graze his teeth gently against her distended nipple. Finally not able to take anymore, he moved her hand, then gruffly told her to lie on the bed on her stomach.

Grabbing a condom out of the nightstand, he slid his boxers down, then rolled on the condom. Sara could feel his weight as he moved behind her. He stuck two fingers into her wet channel, moving the damp crotch of her panties out of the way.

Sara shamelessly rocked back against his hand, moaning his name.

He groaned then curled his fingers, stroking her G-spot for a few moments more.

Then pulling her panties roughly to the side again, he removed his fingers then thrust into her until he bottomed out. They both moaned at the sensation. Grabbing her hips and adjusting her slightly, he began to thrust in and out of her pussy at a rapid pace.

She started panting, almost immediately feeling an orgasm begin to build. Feeling herself start to tighten around him, she moaned, “Oh god. Just like that. Fuck. I’m coming, Deacon.”

Pounding against her now, Deacon continued to groan with each stroke.

“Fuck, Sara. I love it when you come on my cock. Did you miss this when I was gone?”

Panting, Sara wasn’t able to formulate thoughts any longer so she just moaned out, “Yes. Deacon!”

Continuing to thrust rapidly, her orgasm stretched out unt

il she was panting for air.