Stealing my breath.
Replacing grief with desire.
He kissed me, hard and unrelenting, then lowered his mouth to my breast.Sucking my nipple deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, he soothed the ache I barely felt over the screaming need at my core.
My back arched, silently begging for more, giving myself over into his hands.
Even as I feared the end was coming for us.
Even as I focussed on his every touch, every kiss, his tongue licking over my ribs and dipping into my belly button.
Rearing back, he dug his fingers under the waistband of my tights and pulled them down along with my panties.Rolling them off my feet, he tossed them aside.
Lifting my foot, he set it on his shoulder and turned his head to press kisses to my ankle as he pushed his jeans down and stepped free of them.
Cuffing my ankle, he licked and nipped his way up the inside of my leg until he reached the juncture of my thighs.Shoving his hands under my bottom, he served me up on a silver platter.
At the first warm, wet touch of his tongue, I fisted the sheets and arched off the bed.
His soft murmurs, indecipherable growls, and satisfied hums made my eyes roll back.
My head pressed back into the mattress, my legs shaking as I fought to hold on.
At the precipice of toppling over, he released me.
I moaned in disbelief, opening my eyes to see him spread my thighs and crawl up in between them.He notched the head of his erection at my entrance.
My palm shot out to slam against his chest.“Deacon,” I blurted.“It’s been a long time.”
He braced his elbows on either side of my shoulders and stroked my tear stains with his thumbs.
“I know, sweetheart.”He dipped his forehead to mine, his eyes closing.“Believe me, I know.I’ll take care of you.”
My body softened underneath him.I wrapped my leg around his thigh and urged him forward with my heel.
He pressed in, one sweet inch at a time, rolling his lean hips, the rough hair on the outside of his thighs abrading the inside of mine as my body slowly, inexorably, inevitably accepted him home.
I gasped his name as his pelvis brushed my clit, his erection buried deep inside me.
“Jenny,” he rumbled, his hips still even as he nipped and nibbled at my mouth.“My God, Jenny.”
I panted for air, my nails digging into his arms, overcome and undone.
Vulnerable like I’d never been.
I didn’t realize it would be this bad, this deep, this holy.
I didn’t fully understand how much worse it would be than the first time I let him in.
“Easy, baby,” he soothed.“Easy.”
I nodded frantically, my heart racing off the track.
“I’m okay,” I rasped, my eyes closed.
“You will be,” he promised roughly.“I swear to God, baby, you will be.”
He pulsed inside me, his body rigid with the effort of holding back.
