“Deacon, wait—”
He moaned as he licked, captivated by her essence. He loved going down on a woman, but with Solene it was a true treat. Better than her blowing him, because those sexy sounds she made drove him wild.
He kissed and licked, loving how wet she became. So slick, she’d take him easily.
“Turn around,” she pleaded, “Do it. Turn around. I want to swallow you down.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Deacon moved quickly, returning to her warmth without pause.
Then her hand was on him, pulling his cock to her lips. His mouth moved faster, his tongue stabbing into her pussy as she sucked him with long draws.
He groaned, the tempo increased, and he was fucking her mouth while he shoved a finger inside her and licked that clit, teething and sucking, needing her release as much as he needed his own.
Her tension mounted as she tried to suck harder, faster.
He thrust in and out with his fingers, in time with her own movements.
She moaned around his cock and seized around his fingers, creaming as she came. Her orgasm had her clamping around his dick with such intensity that she took him over with her.
He released inside the hot suction of her lips, jetting down her throat. The feeling was indescribable, the sex fantastic. But the emotional bond grew so great it threatened to crush him.
Sex had always been a pleasure, a feat to enjoy. But with Solene it became a religious experience. The woman knew how to take a man to bliss with the press of her lips. Those hands, that body.
He withdrew from her mouth and gave her one final kiss between her legs before he turned back around to lie with her, both of them trying to catch their breath.
He had no idea what she might be thinking, but Deacon knew he’d turned a corner with Solene. A heady sense of intimacy grew, and as he held her and stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head, worry about everything faded.
Solene was scared to death.What should have been hot sex had become something more. Something that mattered. So strange, and so unwelcome. Because this was what she’d hungered for most of her life—a sense of belonging. She felt boneless, treasured. And freaked the hell out because Mr. I’m Outta Here When The Mission Is Finished had told her this would happen.
“Fuck, Solene. You are so damn fine.” Deacon mumbled something else and sighed.
Her worry faded a little bit.
“Next time I come inside you. Just gimme a few minutes.” He didn’t sound sleepy at all, just satisfied. “Man, I love eating you.”
“Back at you,” she joked, surprised she meant it. Blowjobs had never been a big thing with her. Mostly she’d done it to please her partner, not because she enjoyed it. But with Deacon she liked it because it got him hot.
He rolled her on top of him, and she had to brace herself on her elbows to see his face.
“Do you feel good, baby?” He stroked her back.
Called her baby. Made her want to slide into a puddle of affection at his feet.
“I feel good.” She nodded. “You?”
“I have never been so thankful for needing a safe house before.” He groaned. “Do you now see what I’ve known from the beginning? That we’d be magic between the sheets. I fuckingloveyour body.” He urged her to sit up and cupped her breasts. “You fill my hands.”
She blushed, silly considering her nudity and position on top of him. Solene shifted and rode over his semi-hard cock.
“That’s it. Ride me, get me hard again.”
He let go of one breast to grab her hip and guide her.
She rocked over him, liking the feel of his erection when it passed her clit. “You feel good.” She put her hands on his chest to brace herself, loving when he cupped her breasts again, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
“So do you. This picture of you…” He paused, staring up at her with an intensity that unnerved her. “I’m never going to forget this. Ever.”
She moved back farther, then inched forward and caught his shaft at her entrance. Slowly, she lifted to take more of him.
