Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)

Nodding, she said, “Yeah. That’s the reason my ex left. He knew about it before, but decided he couldn’t handle it about three weeks before the wedding. Until he left, I never really felt like there was anything particularly wrong with me. Then, suddenly, it made me feel like I was damaged somehow.”

Looking her steadily in the eye, he said, “He’s an ass hat.”

The corners of Sara’s mouth twitched, and she nodded in agreement.

Taking her chin in his hand, he looked into her eyes and said, “For the record, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

Shaking her head, not really ready to delve into it, she broke eye contact. Leaning her forehead back against his chest, she gave a tiny shuddering sigh and tightened her arms around his waist.

He just held her against him and placed small kisses on the top of her head.

After a few minutes he softly said, “Sara, honey. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but I’m in love with you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Sara stiffened for a moment, then looked up at him slowly, her eyes scanning his face for a moment, before she gave him a slow smile.

Reaching up, she brushed her lips against his gently.

Backing away, she cleared her throat. Her voice a little strained, and said, “I love you, too, and it scares the shit out of me.”

Seeing the brief look of relief flash in his eyes, she felt joy bubble up inside her for a moment.

Leaning down, he gave her a long, slow kiss.

Feeling her body begin to respond to the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Mumbling against his lips, she said, “You know. We probably don’t need to keep using condoms in light of recent events.”

Deacon smiled against her mouth and said, “You’ll hear no argument from me. I can’t wait to be inside you with nothing between us.”

Sinking back into the kiss, they continued to stand under the spray, bodies pressed together until she felt Deacon’s arousal nudge her. Reaching down, she took him in her hand, stroking him. He groaned, then grabbed her waist, hoisting her up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, grasping his slick shoulders. As he pressed her back against the shower wall, she hissed as she adjusted to the feel of the icy tiles.

Leaning forward, he took her mouth with his again, he momentarily reached down, adjusting his erection until it grazed her opening. He slid into her slowly, both of them moaning into each other’s mouth with the sensation.

Rocking his pelvis, he slid in and out of her slowly. Sara broke her mouth free and started to pant almost immediately, her nails digging into his shoulders. Enjoying the feel of his body pressed up against hers, she reveled in the feeling of his hard length inside her with no barrier.

Voice gravelly, he choked out, “Sara. You’re so wet. Fuck, you’re incredible. I don’t know if I can last.”

When he increased the pace of his thrusts, Sara moaned his name, feeling the familiar stirring.

“Oh fuck. I love the way you fill me up. I love the way you feel inside me, against me.”

Adjusting his arms, the angle of his thrust changed slightly. Now making direct contact with her clit on every upstroke, she began to shudder with release almost immediately.

She clenched her internal muscles around him as he continued to thrust into her with total abandon now. Feeling his body tense up, she felt her own body respond to his impending orgasm again. She said, “Fuck, that feels so good. Come inside me.”

Shouting her name like an oath, he came, rolling his hips against her a few more times as he savored the last of his release.

Both of them panted wildly for a moment, then Deacon pulled out of her. Sara unwrapped her legs from his hips, and slid them to the ground.

Even after taking a moment to steady herself, her legs were a bit wobbly. She looked up at him and said, “I love you,” as she pressed sloppy kisses to the part of his chest that was in her immediate reach.

Moving his arms, he tilted her chin up and said, “I love you, too,” as he pressed a long, slow kiss to her lips.

After a moment Sara realized she was shivering and said, “Holy crap. This water is freezing!”

Deacon quickly turned the water off, then grabbed a fluffy towel and wrapped it around her, rubbing her arms. Once she had

stopped shaking, he grabbed his own towel and dried himself off.