Deacon glanced down, watching as he disappeared inside her body. The satisfaction and pleasure on his face had her ready to go again.
And by the size of him inside her, he felt the same.
“That’s it. Get me thick, Blondie. Nice and big inside you.” He arched up and groaned, closing his eyes. “Shit. I want to fill you up. Can I come inside you? I want your pussy full of my cum.”
His guttural voice, the swearing, the loss of his legendary control, went through her like lightning, sparking her desire. “Yes, in me.”
A tiny part of her worried about pregnancy, though not disease. Deacon had said he was infertile, but stranger things had happened. The thought of Deacon inside her, skin to skin, stole even that caution.
She moved up and down over him, watching him watch her. He squeezed her breasts, stared at her with awe and a fierce desire.
Their tempo increased. They said nothing, just felt the other. Then he moved a hand to her clit and rubbed. She slammed down harder, encouraged by his groans.
Excitement built at a rapid rate, until she could almost taste the climax about to spread over them both. She panted, called his name, and cried out as her body spasmed, clenching him tight.
Deacon gripped her hips to keep her moving, his expression tortured. “Yes,yes. God, now.” He yanked her down and swore, grinding against her while he came and continued to spend. Then he tugged her down to lie flush against him, still buried inside her, and kissed her.
The connection filled her from head to toe, leaving her giddy when he finally eased her off him and spilled out of her.
He lay beside her, breathing hard.
“Right.” He cleared his throat. “So, let’s get clean. Then go again.”
She blinked. “Again?’
“Well, I’m still distracted.” He sounded sad. “You distract me. Time to make up for that. A guy can only resist a face and body so fine for so long.” He chuckled at the look she shot him. “Solene, I could eat you all day every day. And if I wasn’t so spent right now, I’d take you up against the wall. Maybe bend you over the bed and come in that ass.”
He rubbed her belly, his fingers stroking down, over her mound and folds, sliding in the seed he’d left behind. “You have no idea how sexy this is. Me inside you.”
“Probably a mistake,” she croaked.
He nodded, met her gaze, and smiled. “We should do it again.”
“In the shower.”
He chuckled. “Oh yeah. Shower sex.” He helped her off the bed and they walked to the small bathroom. “I don’t think I’m doing it right.”
If he’d done it any better, she’d be dead. “How’s that?”
“You’re still walking normally.” He gave her sly grin. “Let’s fix that.”
