“Why’d you stop? You okay?”
“Oh, I’m excellent.” I covered just the head of his cock with my mouth again before raising my eyes to his. “But here’s where your massage turns into a choose-your-own-ending adventure.”
One eyebrow rose. “I’m intrigued. What are my choices?”
“Well . . .” I glided my nails lightly up and down the length of his dick. “I can finish you off with my mouth, which would be a lot of fun. Or . . .” I toyed with the hem of my dress. “I can strip this off, climb up onto the table, and ride you until we both find our happy ending.”
“Decisions, decisions.” Deacon reached out one hand and grasp the material of my dress, tugging me closer to his face and pulling me down for a searing kiss. “That sounds like a brand-new joy ride to me, babe. I say, lose the dress and climb aboard.”
Crossing my arms, I discarded the filmy dress in no time flat and boosted myself onto the table.
“Should we be worried about this thing holding both of us?” Deacon wondered as I flung one leg over him and settled my butt on his thighs.
“Hey.” I scowled. “What’re you trying to say?”
“Nothing about you. Just that with the two of us together up here moving around, I don’t want to end up in a pile of bent metal on the floor.”
“Ah, Darcy’s friend said it holds up to five hundred pounds and can tolerate more than a moderate amount of . . . movement.” I stretched my body over Deacon’s to kiss him again. “And yes, I asked her. Plus, I did some—”
“Research,” Deacon finished my sentence. “God, I love your inquisitive brain.”
I paused, sitting very still. It was the first time Deacon had used the wordlovein any context related to me . . . and while it was only my brain for which he was professing adoration, it was a start.
“Really?” I bent myself nearly in half to tease a kiss onto the head of his cock. “Well, I love your massive cock and your medical genius.”
His eyes held mine. “I love your gorgeous tits and your eternal optimism.”
“Hmmm.” I cupped my boobs and lifted them, squeezing them together until Deacon’s eyes dilated with need. “I love your sculpted chest and your relationship with your grandparents.”
Deacon framed my hips with his hands and lifted me until I knelt over him, his erection nudging into my entrance. “I love the way you flush pink when you come and your passion for plants.”
“Mmmmmm.” Clasping both his hands with mine, I sank down until I was seated on him, my throbbing pussy filled with his cock. “I love . . . ah . . . the way you feel inside me.”
“What a coincidence.” Deacon watched me as I began to slowly and torturously move up and down, finding the perfect cadence, grinding myself against him on each downward thrust. “I love the way you feel when I’m inside you. I love the way you surround me, and I love the look on your face when you’re riding me, and I love your spirit, and . . .” He used our joined hands to pull me down over him, filling his palms with my breasts and kissing me until I couldn’t breathe.
We were so close in that moment: he was inside me, my boobs were smashed into his chest, and our faces were inches apart. Deacon brushed my hair away from my face, his eyes steady on mine.
“And I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, Emma.”
My entire body jolted with the weight of the words. I lifted my mouth to kiss him again, lazily tangling my tongue with his, and then I raised up just enough to look at him again.
“I love you, Deacon.”
And then there was nothing but the sensuous dance of our bodies as we rose and fell together until I arched backward, my head dropping while I cried out Deacon’s name. He followed me quickly, thrusting upward one last time and growling out words I couldn’t understand in my own orgasmic bliss.
With a long exhale, I fell onto him again, holding on tight. My ear was pressed into his chest against his pounding heart. I remembered what he’d said that night a few weeks ago.
Every heartbeat.
“I want your heartbeats, Deacon.” I skimmed my palm over his chest, down his abs. “I want to know that every single one belongs only to me.”
“Emma.Babe.” A smile ghosted over his face as he nudged my chin up so that I could see his face. “My heart beats only for you.”
“Deacon,” I sighed, ready to lose myself in another kiss, when suddenly I heard the sound of a car coming up my driveway.
“Who’s that?” Deacon asked. “Are you expecting someone?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Deacon, I invited a bunch of people over to help us celebrate your first massage. Of course, I’m not expecting anyone.” I flattened my palms against his chest and sat up, raising my hips to lift myself from Deacon’s cock. “Maybe it’s just a package or something, and they’ll leave it on the porch.”
