I definitely do want to have fun, and his charm is irresistible, but… “How can you be so sure you know what kind of fun I like?”
His eyes sparkle with mirth. “Let’s make a deal. We do things my way this first time, with the caveat that if you ask me to stop at any time I will, and next time you can decide who gets to make the rules.”
The fact that he’s running his thumbs over my nipples as he speaks does nothing to help me form a reasonable argument. Not to mention, I’m curious to know what he wants to do when he’s making the rules.
Even so, it’s not easy for me to give in. “You’ll stop immediately if I don’t like something you’re doing?”
“Of course,” he says. “I’m not interested in doing anything you don’t like.”
“Okay. You can have your way with me. This time.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Deacon
It’s clear that it’s hard for Amelia to let me take control, and I don’t take that gift lightly. I’m determined to give her so much pleasure she becomes as addicted to me as I already am to her.
Her smooth skin, her full breasts, the sweet scent of her. I can’t get enough. And there’s no way I’m going to do anything that makes her decide sex with me should be a onetime only event.
Running a finger along the warm skin above her waistband, I study her face for any sign of discomfort. “Can I take off your pants now?”
She nods, biting her lower lip, her eyes molten, her nipples tight and hard. She is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
I pop the button on her jeans and unzip them slowly. This might be about her pleasure, but the building anticipation is making me so hard it’s painful. Finally being inside her is going to feel so good.
I ease her jeans down over her hips to reveal red lacy panties. I can’t take my eyes off them and the way they reveal just enough to tantalize without giving everything away. “Do you wear panties like these every day? Or were you hoping I’d see them?”
She runs her fingers through my hair, her nails scratching lightly on my scalp. “I was definitely hoping. But if you want to find out if I wear them every day, you’ll have to do some investigation.”
That brings my attention to her face to be sure she’s serious about the promise she’s just made. The promise that this will be more than one night. “I think I can handle that.”
“Good.” Her smile is almost shy, and I’m more certain than ever that she’s feeling as strongly about me as I am about her.
I shove her jeans to her ankles, and she steps out of them. I lean back on my heels to take her in as she stands in her sunroom, the wall against her back, the lights illuminating every inch of her. She’s fucking gorgeous, wearing nothing but those red panties, and I imprint the image on my memory.
“Are you going to take off your pants now?” she asks.
“Nope.” I straighten and slide her panties off, running my hands over her as I lower them to the ground. She steps out of them, and I press my face to her soft pussy and nuzzle her.
She gasps, her grip on my hair tightening. I lick and I suck until she moans. I smile against her skin, relishing her sounds. She tastes every bit as sweet as I imagined, but I need more room to work.
And I don’t want to stop long enough to take her to a soft, flat surface.
With one last suck on her clit, I lean back. The look on her face, the pleasure and the anticipation, is another one for the memory bank.
“I’m going to lie down right here, and I want you to sit on my face,” I say.
She stares at me. “I’m, um, I don’t know…” She shakes her head. “I mean… Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop, but I guarantee you’re going to like it.”
“Okay.” She pushes her shoulders back and lifts her chin like she’s about to do something that requires bravery. “Okay. I’ll try.”
I lay back on the functional, but not terribly soft area rug, and she straddles my face. “Like this?” she asks, her voice breathy.
I don’t answer. I just grip her hips and pull her down to my mouth.
“Oh my gah,” she says as I start to lick.
