God, he’d wanted that, and if it could be believed, he’d wanted it more than me.
“I’m here,” I whispered back.
“I’m inside.”
Oh yes, he’d wanted this.
Badly.
I lifted my hand to his jaw, different but still vital emotions surging through me, and nodded. “You’re inside, honey.”
He dipped his head so his face was close, starting to move in and out slowly, and he did this speaking.
“I’m away, Cassie, do not ever doubt this is precisely where I’d rather be.”
He didn’t want me to worry.
He didn’t want me to hurt.
He wanted me to know he wanted this, had wanted it for six years, and was happy he had it.
God.
I was right about taking a chance on Deacon and knowing that felt great.
I lifted my knees higher, slid my hand from his jaw into his hair, and replied, “Okay, Deacon.”
He kept moving, slow and steady, giving it to me but keeping it from me, still speaking.
“Seated deep inside you, listenin’ to you yammer while you pick plants, sittin’ beside you on a porch, however it comes from you, that’s where I want to be.”
I liked that…a lot, but the need we’d built was growing with his movements, pushing everything else away but the demand to slake it.
“Faster, baby,” I panted, swinging my calves in at his back.
He went faster, not much, still steady.
“You hear me?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I gasped as he went even faster, his hand gliding down to curl around my breast, thumb circling the nipple. My hips jerked and my lips begged, “Faster, honey.”
“Fuck, you like my dick,” he growled approvingly.
“Yeah,” I whimpered, my other hand gliding down his spine to clench his tight ass. “I like all of you.”
“Fuck,” he growled again, the sound coming from his gut, rumbling into my sex, and a moan slid up my throat.
“Harder, Deacon.”
His lips came to mine. “You got it, Cassie.”
Then he kissed me and gave it to me harder, faster, slamming into me until I cried my orgasm against his tongue. He released my mouth and let me ride it as he rode me, face now pressed in my neck until his head snapped back, his cock ground in, and he grunted his release as I watched with hazy, satisfied fascination as it moved over his beautiful, hard, striking features.
I lost that beauty when he dropped his head to press his forehead to my neck but I held him close as we both settled, taking our time, staying connected, as we let it drift away.
I knew when it left Deacon, because when it did, he gave me more.
“Dream come true, seated deep inside you in this bed.”