Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)

Shaking her head, Sara said, “No. Right here.”

With a sharp intake of breath, Deacon slid his hands under her dress, intent on taking it off her. Sliding it over her head, he groaned when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Immediately bending to take one of the tight peaks into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over it.

Giving a slight whimper, Sara moved her hands to the hem of Deacon’s shirt, forcing him to break contact long enough to take it off.

Deacon moved Sara off of his lap momentarily. She stood in front of him, not quite steady on her feet, wearing only her soaked panties.

His eyes almost black, he stared at her for the longest time, until she thought she was about to burst into flames, then said, “I hope you’re not attached to those panties.”

He then reached to the strings that connected the sides, snapping them. Sara squeaked in surprise, felt herself flush as they fluttered to the ground. She was unspeakably aroused now.

Deacon fumbled with his belt, finally managing to pull down his pants and boxers at the same time. Grabbing Sara’s hips, he dragged her back into his lap. Positioning her opening against his cock, he began to push into her and said, “Fuck fuck fuck. Condom.”

Leaning back, Sara watched him go through his pants, looking for his wallet. Locating a condom, he tore open the package and rolled it on. She shifted back over his cock, then sank down to the hilt.

Reaching for her hips again, he gripped her. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance, then slowly began to raise herself up and down on his rigid erection.

“Mmm. You feel so good inside me. Fuck.” Sara panted.

Deciding that perhaps it was time for Deacon to give up control, she stopped him when he began to use his hands to move her hips.

Blinking at her, slightly confused, his stare grew heated when she half moaned, “No. Let me. I want to watch you come undone. Let me.”

Sara continued to ride him at the same leisurely pace, telling him how fucking sexy he made her feel, how much she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her, how hot his filthy mouth was, how his dark eyes did things to her, until he began to tense up, his breathing slightly uneven.

He said, “Sara, let me—”

“No. I get to be in control this time, Deacon.”

Deacon seemed content to let her have control, but his look was almost hesitant.

She stopped moving for a moment, took his face in her hands and said, “I want to ride your cock until you have no choice but to come. I want to see your face. I want to see your eyes when they go blurry.”

Seeming to finally understand that she was looking for utter surrender, he let his body enjoy the sensation of her body gliding over his. At one point he tilted his head back, closing his eyes, groaning.

She moved his head to face her again and said, “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”

Seeing his eyes flicker open, the raw need in his expression pushed her over the edge. Continuing to move slowly, steadily, she splintered into a million pieces over him. As her orgasm wound down, he finally lost the battle, his body finally giving in to the sensation of her warm, wet channel pulsing tightly around him.

Without moving his eyes from her flushed face, he groaned hoarsely, letting her contractions send him over the edge.

Once he was spent, she leaned forward to give a slow kiss, then moved off his lap so he could discard the condom. After Sara pointed to the guest bathroom, he stumbled in to clean up.

A moment later, he came back into the living room to find her curled up under a throw. He sat down beside her, moving the throw to join her underneath. Situating her so she lay up against him, he looked at her curiously.

Seeing his look, she said, “You’re always so tightly controlled. I wanted to see what would happen if you weren’t.”

Hands idly roaming across her body, he took a moment to digest that information.

Smirking he said, “I’m not complaining. No one has ever asked me for that. In the past my partners were comfortable with me being the aggressor. Now that I’m able to actually think again, that was really fucking hot.”

“Glad you enjoyed yourself. You seemed weirded out.”

“I’m dominant by nature, so it was a little strange for me. I won’t lie.”

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“Dominant? I hadn’t noticed,” Sara said with a smirk.