“Yes, I promise. I am.”
His voice was low and gravelly. “Is there anything that’s off limits? Anywhere you don’t want me to touch you or anything you don’t want me to do?”
His words alone were unraveling me, never mind anything he might do.
“No. Do anything you want.”
He closed his eyes briefly, as if to compose himself. Standing at the side of my bed, he whispered, “Lie back.”
Deacon’s eyes were glassy as he looked down at me. He placed his large, warm hand on my stomach and moved it lower to pull down my leggings. After he slid them off, goosebumps peppered the skin on my thighs.
He sat at the edge of the bed as he rubbed my legs. “You’re cold. Let’s warm you up.”
As he ran his calloused palm along my legs, I practically melted into my mattress. His touch felt so damn good—not to mention surreal. It had been so long since I’d been touched by a man. But being touched like this by Deacon? It was my ultimate fantasy come true.
After a few minutes, I felt his fingers grip the elastic band of my panties. Then he slowly worked to move them down. My clit was already throbbing, and he hadn’t even touched it yet.
“Take your shirt off.”
The demanding tone in his voice made me quiver. I lifted my T-shirt over my head but kept my bra on, mainly because it was the only article of clothing I had left.
Deacon lowered his head and gently kissed down the length of my stomach. If I’d thought his hands felt good, that was nothing compared to his mouth. The stubble on his chin was rough against my skin.
Then I felt his fingers at my opening. It was almost embarrassing how wet I was.
“Jesus Christ, Carys.”
“What?” I asked stupidly.
“You’re so wet. It’s beautiful.”
As soon as I felt his fingers pushing inside, my body clenched. It had been so long. My muscles were tight, and it actually burned a little. But within seconds, he was fingering me with ease. Then he added his thumb to the mix, circling and pressing on my clit, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before my body gave in to this.
I could hear the sound of my own wetness as he moved his fingers in and out, landing so deep each time he pushed in. He’d barely done it for a minute, and I could’ve come if I let myself.
Deacon’s eyes were on my face the entire time. He seemed fixated on watching me come undone.
He reached for my chest. I felt a nudge on my bra before his fingers fumbled around the material. “Front or back?”
After a brief thought that maybe he was asking how I wanted to take him, I realized he wanted to know where the opening of my bra was.
My nipples hardening, I unhooked it from the front and tossed it to the floor.
He pulled his fingers out of me suddenly, and my clit throbbed harder than before, longing for his return.
Deacon moved to hover over me, one leg on each side of my body. He was so much bigger than me, and I loved the feeling of being locked in under him. He lowered his mouth to my nipple. The sexiest groan escaped him when he took it into his mouth. His teeth nipped at my tender bud, and I grabbed the back of his head, pushing him into my breast as he sucked my nipple harder. My fingers raked through his silky, thick hair. I writhed beneath him as my body longed for more.
And then he gave it to me. He lowered his hand and pushed his fingers back inside of me, moving them in and out in a rhythm that complemented the way he sucked my breasts.
It nearly did me in when he mumbled over my skin, “Fuck me. You’re even wetter than before. Amazing.” Pausing, he looked up at me. “You’re amazing.”
Even in my lust-induced haze, I warned myself to take those words with a grain of salt, given the circumstances.
And now he was doing that circling thing with his thumb again, rubbing my arousal over my clit, which felt ready to explode. But if I thought that was the pinnacle, I was wrong. Because when he pulled his fingers out and stopped sucking my breasts, Deacon slid his head lower and lower until it was right between my legs. I hadn’t been sure he was going to go there. I’d REALLY hoped he would. And it seemed he was.
Oh God.
He spread my knees apart, and at the first touch of his tongue to my clit, I let out an unidentifiable sound—certainly not one I remembered making before. He groaned in response against my tender flesh.
“You taste so good, Carys. I’ve always wanted to fucking taste you.” His words vibrated through my core. Then he lapped at me faster, pressing his tongue harder against my clit.
It felt like my body was here, but my mind had been transported to some other realm. There was no more concern about how I looked, how wet I might have been. I was too far gone now, gripping Deacon’s head and guiding his movements as his tongue pushed all the way inside of me and he massaged my clit with the top of his jaw.
“That’s it. Grab my head. Show me what you like. Use me,” he muttered.
Use me.
I nearly came. Instead, I clenched hard and pulled his hair in an effort to prolong this, because I never wanted it to end.
His breathing and the sounds emanating from him continued to prove this wasn’t merely an act of kindness. He was losing it right along with me, and I wanted nothing more than to give him the same satisfaction he was giving me.
I gasped. Holy shit.
After a few minutes of hanging on for dear life, I panted, “I want to feel you inside of me, Deacon.”
I could hardly believe those words had escaped me. But I guess when you need something badly enough, you have no choice but to ask for it.
Despite the fact that I’d just begged him to fuck me, he didn’t budge. If anything, he buried his face deeper between my legs.
Had he not heard me? Or was he pretending he hadn’t? I didn’t want to presume anything, so I chose not to repeat my request, as desperate as I was to be fucked by him.
He slid his mouth down farther and began to fuck me again with his tongue. I gripped the sheets for dear life, because I knew this was going to be the end of me.
His beard scratched against my ass as he continued moving his tongue in and out of me, stopping only long enough to say, “Fucking hell. I can’t get enough of this.”
The muscles between my legs contracted. I was losing it. And he knew.
“Come. Come all over my mouth. Give it all to me.”
Those final words were enough to push me over the edge.
I bucked my hips, circling my clit against the pressure of his tongue as a rush of adrenaline hit. It was painful to keep quiet as my orgasm coursed through me—more like barreled through me. Waves and waves of pleasure rocketed throughout my body. When I fully released it all, Deacon was still lapping his tongue slowly over my flesh, as if to eat up every last drop of the evidence.
My body was blissfully limp as I recovered from the single most erotic experience of my life—one I knew I wouldn’t get over anytime soon.
Eventually, Deacon kissed up to my stomach. He hadn’t kissed me on the mouth once. I assumed it was some sort of boundary he’d set, an attempt at not pushing what had happened into intimate territory. I longed for at least one kiss, though, my lips practically trembling from the starvation.
But I was too high to let that disappoint me right now. Because I’d just had the best damn orgasm of my life.
When Deacon moved off the bed, even in the darkness, I could see the bulge in his jeans. I knew he had to be hard, but actually seeing it, the proof that he was aroused, pleased me. My body could have immediately gone for round two. I longed to lie naked with him, to do so much more.