I nodded, my head barely moving. “All right.”
Deacon released my arms and knelt in front of me. His hands slid up my thighs, ran back down to my knees and then slipped between my legs. “Spread wider for me, baby. Give me room.”
I managed to move one foot, widening my stance even though I was shaking now, my entire being strung so tight that I wasn’t sure how I’d handle whatever came next. Deacon lifted my dress and hooked his fingers around the crotch of my thin silk panties. He pulled them down, inch by torturous inch. But when they stopped at my ankles and I would’ve stepped out of them, he stopped me.
“No, leave them here. Imagine that you have to keep your panties close by, because if someone catches us . . . if we’re interrupted . . . you’ll need to pull them up fast.”
I gave a breathless huff of laughter. “Okay.” I was about to say more, to ask him who might interrupt us in his fantasy world, but then the tip of his finger parted my delicate folds, and I couldn’t manage a coherent thought.
“So perfect,” he murmured. “So wet for me already. How many times do you think you can come and still be able to stand?”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to experiment and find that out.”
“If we must . . .” He winked at me and moved his finger up to circle my clit. “Let’s do this the scientific way.”
He used his fingers on me first, stroking my clit and then, right as I was on the verge of explosion, robbing me of his touch until I’d backed away from the edge. Within a few moments of this torture, I was begging him to let me come.
“What’s the magic word, baby?” He spread my nether lips aside and blew on me, his breath enough to tantalize without satisfying. I wanted to weep with frustration.
“Please!” I cried out. “Pretty please with sugar and a fucking cherry and anything you want me to say, dammit. Just get me off.”
“As you wish.” Deacon grinned and thrust two long fingers inside me at the same time as he began stroking my throbbing clit with his thumb. The orgasm was upon me almost immediately, twisting my body and sending me soaring as I chanted nonsense and ground myself down on his hand.
I thought I might just melt to the floor then, but he pushed me up, mock-glaring at me sternly.
“Not yet. Put your arms back up, Emma. We haven’t finished our experiment.”
“I think maybe we have. Maybe the answer is just once, because I don’t think I can keep standing now.” I shook out my hands, trying to get the blood back to them. “Not to mention that I can’t feel my fingers.”
“Try harder.” With that, Deacon reached to his own waistband and unbuttoned his shorts, pulling down the zipper. He slid his hand into his boxers and wrapped his fingers around a truly impressive cock.
“Wow,” I breathed. “Uh, paging Dr. Foxy.”
Deacon frowned, his forehead bunching as he stared up at me. “What did you say?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. Tell you later. Just . . . you’re very, um, endowed.”
“Thanks?” He flushed, and I found his embarrassment sweet. “I hope you meant that as a good thing.”
“I promise you, I did. I do.”
He gave his dick a couple of preliminary strokes. “Good. Then put those arms back up, baby. I want to be inside you, but I’m going to make you come again first.”
“Can we compromise? Can I put them behind my back?” I demonstrated, crossing my wrists between the small of my back and the wall.
Deacon considered and then nodded. “As long as you keep them out of the way.” He held my dress up again, this time burying his face into the juncture of my thighs.
I was already sensitive after the last climax, and his tongue licking me nearly sent me through the roof. The sensation was too much—I wanted to push him away, but at the same time, I found myself riding his mouth, trying to get him right where I needed his attention the most.
“Your pussy is fucking amazing, baby. I can’t wait to be deep in you.” Deacon kept his hand moving on his cock, even as he continued to work me. His tongue circled my entrance and then thrust inside me. “Come for me now. Come on my mouth. I want to feel you lose everything.”
I arched then, and despite my best intentions, my hands flew down to clutch Deacon’s head, holding him in place as though I was afraid he’d move away too soon. The world went dark, and colors exploded like fireworks. My lungs burned from holding my breath. I gasped, trying to find my way back to sanity. My back scraped against the wall as I sank to the floor.
Deacon was in front of me, drawing me onto his lap and burying his face into the crook of my neck. “Oh, my God, Emma. Baby, you are fucking incredible.”
“I think that’s my line,” I contradicted, my voice shaky. “I’m pretty sure I lost consciousness there for a minute. Is my heart still beating?”
“Let me take a listen.” He lowered his ear to my chest, his breath blowing over my sensitive nipple. “Hmm. Very interesting.”
