“Hmmm.” I deep-throated him again, just to enjoy his garbled, fervent and increasingly frantic response. When I sat up, his chest was heaving, his mouth was slightly parted, and he was reaching for me.
“I’m ready for that joyride right now.” He bracketed his hands around my hips, lifting me up. I leaned forward to rest my hands on his shoulders just before I folded myself down to trace the lines of muscle around his pecs down to his insanely defined abs.
“Emma. Christ.” Deacon sounded almost pained. “I want to be inside you.”
“Yeah. Me, too. I mean, I want that.” I was babbling. “We need a condom, though.”
“Shit. I nearly—okay. Nightstand drawer.” He pointed, and I slipped off him to find what we needed. I was careful about my birth control; I had it covered, but still, having unprotected sex wasn’t a good idea when it was our first time together. Later, when we’d discussed it . . . maybe. Knowing Deacon, I trusted that he was clean, but then again, sometimes doctors were the worst offenders when it came to their own health.
I found the condoms underneath a book and pulled one out, ripping the wrapper as I crawled back over to Deacon. He was watching me move, his eyes lingering on the way my breasts swayed. I took my time, kneeling next to him and letting my nipples brush over his chest as I leaned over to kiss him.
“Emma. Baby. Please.” He groaned out the words. “I’m about to explode.”
It was incredibly gratifying to watch the great Dr. Deacon Girard on the verge of becoming undone . . . and all because he wanted me. Part of my devious mind wanted to draw it out, see how far I could drive him before he cracked . . . and another part of me was afraid I couldn’t wait that long.
With a slight smile, I rolled the rubber onto his cock, pausing to kiss the head before I did so. Once he was safely covered, I resumed my position, straddling him and raising myself up until my entry was poised just above him.
I kept my eyes steady on Deacon’s as I sank down slowly, sliding him into me with excruciating slowness. His fingers on my hips were like a vice, and when I decided to play a little more, lifting my bottom up so that he withdrew a little, I realized quickly that I’d pushed him past the point of patience.
He growled again, and this time, he thrust his pelvis up, filling me completely, almost to the point of pain. I sucked in a quick breath and bowed my body backwards, following him when his ass dropped back to the bed.
For a long moment, I didn’t move. I simply sat there, letting my body grow accustomed to the sense of fullness. Deacon was still, too, and by the tension in his jaw, I sensed he was holding himself in check so that he didn’t come too soon.
Splaying my hands on his chest, I began to ride him slowly, biting the inside of my lip as I found the perfect rhythm. It didn’t take long, especially since Deacon began to thrust upwards to meet me. He was hitting that elusive spot within me, the one that made the world spin and drove me to complete craziness.
Within moments, I’d lost all of my finesse and was reduced to just grinding down on him, seeking the friction against my clit to find release. I was nearly there, sobbing in need, when Deacon dug his fingers into my thigh.
“Emma—I need you to come now. I can’t hold back much longer, and I want—God, baby. Come now. I need to feel you around me—”
He brought one shaking hand to my center and pressed his thumb against me, somehow managing to find my clit, even with all of my writhing and his own movements. My breath caught, and suddenly, I was rocketing through the strongest orgasm I’d ever had. I lost control of what I was saying or what my body was doing. All I knew was that pleasure had taken over, and it was intense, overwhelming and . . . God, so addictive. In the midst of my pounding heart and gasps, I understood what need really was, and I knew that I’d do anything in the world to feel this way over and over again.
Deacon shouted my name, his hands painful on my legs as he reached his own pinnacle. Inside me, he pulsed, his body going hard before he collapsed back to the mattress.
I fell forward, resting my cheek just above Deacon’s thundering heartbeat. His arms circled me, holding me tight against him. I felt his lips brush over my hair.
“So,” I murmured against his skin when I could breathe again. “How did you like your joyride?”
His chest moved up and down as he chuckled. “Best one I’ve ever had. Nice to know you can handle a stick. I’m happy to let you drive any time you like, baby.”
I grinned, nuzzling him. “I’m going to remember that.”
We both lay still, recovering and drowsing. I had nearly dozed off when Deacon ran a finger down my spine.
“Hey. What was it you said back in the living room? When I took out my—uh, you said something about Dr. Foxy?” He sounded curious and faintly amused.
“Oh.” I screwed my eyes tight, glad I didn’t have to look him in the face at the moment. “Uh, that’s kind of an embarrassing thing that involves others. Not just me. So maybe I shouldn’t say anything.”
“You promised you’d explain, and if it’s about me, I think I deserve to know.” His hand roamed to my ass, where he gave one cheek a sharp pinch.
“Ouch!” I nipped at his chest in response, sinking my teeth gently into the muscle below his flat nipple. “Okay, okay. I’ll tell you. Don’t get violent.” I inhaled and then let out the breath in a rush. “Apparently, Jenny found out that your middle name is Fox. So she and a bunch of the nurses started calling you Dr. Foxy, and when I got here, Jenny shared the name with me. It was our private joke. But when I saw your, ummm, hidden talent . . .” My hand wandered down to give his still semi-hard cock a little squeeze of affection. “I don’t know, I guess it just came out. The name, I mean.” I turned my head to look at him, resting my chin on his sternum. “Youare, you know. Totally foxy. But don’t let it go to your head.”
“I’ll do my best.” His cheeks were red again, and I snickered, laying my hand alongside his cheek.
“Awww, look at you, all embarrassed and blushing. It’s so flipping cute.”
“Hey.” He rolled us over so that he was on top of me, his eyes staring into mine. “I’m not cute. Puppies are cute. Babies are cute. I’m a fucking fox, remember?”
I giggled. “Okay, Deacon. Duly noted. You’re not at all cute. You’re a powerful, sexy fucking fox.”
