Blood & Bones: Deacon (Blood Fury MC 4)

She didn’t have a problem with it. In fact, tonight she could use that. Simply letting the control slip from her hands, letting her enjoy those moments she should allow herself.

Of simply letting go.

Two adults, with no agenda, getting naked and sharing an orgasm or two.

His hand slipped from her hair at the same time her back pressed against the door. When it opened, he used his chest to nudge her inside. With impressive skill, he managed to get them both, along with Justice, through the door and secure it behind them without breaking the kiss.

With a hand on her hip and the other still weaved into her hair, he turned and pulled her with him as he walked backward toward the plush throw rug that sat in front of the fireplace. It was too warm for a fire tonight, so the only light in the room came from the kitchen.

When they stood at the edge, he released her lips, pressed his forehead against hers and panted for a few heartbeats. Her breathing was just as ragged and every part of her begged for his touch.

He pulled his head away. “Am I gettin’ you naked or are you?”

“You, but slowly,” she whispered. Him undressing her would be foreplay. It might even take her right to that edge where it wouldn’t take much for her to have her first orgasm.

With a nod, he backed up, but only to give himself enough space to yank her lacy camisole out of her slacks and over her head. She didn’t see where he tossed it because, for some reason, she had a hard time breaking their connected gaze.

When he reached for her slim leather belt, she shuddered as his fingers worked to unbuckle it. Once loose, he didn’t pull it free, but instead went directly to the button and zipper to unfasten them.

Then he was shoving her pants down until they were free enough to fall to her ankles on their own. She stepped out of them and stood in only her matching black panties and bra.

Now they were both in their underwear, but they still wore too much.

As he reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, she stepped forward and stopped him. “Let me.”

He said nothing, only gave a slight nod. With his back to the sole source of light, she couldn’t see his eyes clearly.

She took another step closer and cupped his face, leaning in to brush her lips over his, but as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, she moved downward. Her tongue followed her hands as she traced them over his throat, his bouncing Adam’s apple, the tight corded muscles in his neck.

Her lips brushed, her tongue skimmed, her kisses peppered his heated skin from the hollow of his neck through the valley between his pecs, down the thin line of dark hair over his belly. As she slowly went to her knees, her fingers hooked the waistband of his snug boxer briefs along the way, dragging them down his thighs and letting them drop to the floor at his feet.

“Reese,” came out strained. His muscles were tight, his fingers curling and uncurling against his outer thighs. Even so, he didn’t touch her and he didn’t say anything other than her name.

Her name had been enough for her to know the effect she was having on him.

He wanted to fuck her tonight and she wanted that, too, but she decided to start somewhere else first.

Her hands skimmed from his knees up his solid thighs, the light hair tickling her palms. Cupping his balls in one hand, she circled his length with the other. His hips twitched at the contact but he didn’t move otherwise. His feet remained where he had planted them apart.

From on her knees, she peered up his body and met his gaze. His head had dropped forward and his skilled lips were slightly parted.

She could hear every shallow inhale and exhale he took. And when her lips surrounded his length, she synchronized the rhythm of her mouth to the rhythm of his breath.

“Reese,” escaped him again, but this time on a groan, when she drew on his shaft as deeply as she could. His salty precum coated her tongue when she swirled it around the crown. She dragged it over the tip and slid it down the underside, along the thick pulsing ridge, and back up before swallowing his length again.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his hands no longer pinned to his sides, but holding on to the top of her head. Every time she swallowed him deep, his hips shifted forward just the tiniest bit and his fingertips twitched in her hair.

Her mouth began to water as he thrust a little harder. Not enough to make her gag, but close. She kept a fist around the root to keep him from driving too deeply, but let him set the pace.