I am surrounded by the heat and the scent and the taste of her, and there’s nowhere else in this or any world that I’d rather be.
It’s almost disappointing how quickly she comes. She shudders over me while I continue to lick and suck, reveling in her spasms and moans of pleasure.
“Deacon,” she says. “Deacon, it’s too much. I need…”
I pause, giving her a moment to catch her breath, but then I return to my ministrations. I want to wring more pleasure from her, so much pleasure that she forgets her own name.
“Deacon,” she says. “It’s too… I can’t…”
She rolls off me and lies next to me on the rug. “I’m too sensitive,” she says. “I couldn’t take any more.”
“We’ll have to work on that.”
Her eyes widen. “I don’t think that’s something that’s going to change.”
I lick my lips, lapping up every last taste of her. “We’ll see.”
I roll up onto my feet and offer my hand.
She takes it, looking confused as I pull her to a stand. “Aren’t—?” she starts.
I scoop her up in my arms. “Show me to your bedroom. No way am I fucking you on the floor.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Amelia
I’m still seeing stars from that life-altering orgasm when Deacon stops in front of Harper’s room and reaches for the knob.
“No,” I shout right into his ear.
He startles and jerks his hand back. “Okay. We don’t have to do it on your bed.”
“That’s not my bedroom,” I say in a voice I hope sounds calmer, but I suspect sounds strained and hysterical. “It’s the door at the end of the hallway.”
He doesn’t ask what’s behind the door. He just turns and heads toward my room. I breathe out a sigh of relief. He gets it. This is casual. He doesn’t need to know the details of my life.
This is just casual. Life-altering orgasms aside.
He swings my door open and lowers me gently onto my bed. With a quick glance, he takes in my room before returning his focus to me.
Truly, my room doesn’t need more than a glance. It’s the master, but it’s not very big and it doesn’t contain more than a double bed, a nightstand and a dresser. I’ve taken down all the pictures of Harper, just in case we ended up here, and there wasn’t anything else on my walls but pictures of her.
I forget all of that as he yanks me to the end of the bed, drops back down to his knees, and puts his mouth back on my clit.
“No,” I say. “I can’t.”
He immediately stops. “No?”
He looks so sincerely bewildered that I can’t help but smile through my embarrassment. “Um, can I say I’m not sure? I’m still so sensitive, and it feels overwhelming.”
He smirks. “Let’s try and see how far we get.”
He waits for me to nod and goes back down on me. I am consumed entirely by what he’s doing. The constant to-do list that lives in my brain turns off, as does the hint of guilt for enjoying this moment so much when I should be doing so many other things - like installing a cat gym for Marmalade.
He slides a finger inside me as he continues to worship me with his tongue. When he crooks his finger in just the right way, I nearly fly off the bed the orgasm is so intense.
I definitely leave my body and float into a cloud of pure pleasure.
