“Watch me lick your pussy. Watch my fingers slide into you . . . and out. Remember that I love to feel you, babe, and I plan to do this to you as often as you’ll let me, as long as we’re alive and kicking.”
I pressed my thumb against her clit as I spoke the last word, and that was all she needed to send her spiraling. Her back bowed, lifting her body almost off the sofa. Her hot inner channels squeezed my fingers, and her lower body spasmed as the orgasm raged through her.
Under any other circumstances, I would have eased her down with small touches and kisses over her thighs, but not now. My need to be inside her body was a pounding in my brain, echoing my heart and soul. I climbed onto the couch and knelt between her knees, giving my cock a stroke.
“Emma.” I reached out my free hand to stroke her face. “Is this okay? I know we’ve had a lot to drink, so—”
“Deacon.” She caught my hand and brought my knuckles to her lips. “I know what I’m doing. I’m not drunk. I promise.” She stretched her hand down to cover mine over my dick. “I want you inside me now.”
“There’s one more thing we can agree on.” I let her guide the head of my cock to her entrance. I was just about to thrust into her lithe body when I remembered. “Uh. Condom.”
I began to stand up, but she grabbed my wrist. “Were you serious the other day when you said you hadn’t been with anyone since me? I mean . . .” Her face went pink. “I guess you said you hadn’t dated, but maybe you hooked up.”
“Emma.” I twined my fingers with hers. “No hook-ups. I haven’t had sex with anyone but my own sorry self since . . . that last night in the hospital.”
“Okay.” She smiled a little. “Neither have I. I didn’t have sex with Noah, in case you thought we did. We didn’t.”
Now that was a surprise. “You didn’t? Why not?”
Emma let her head fall backward. “Jesus, Deacon. Are we going to get into that now and discuss why Noah and I didn’t sleep together, or are you going to get on with it and fuck me already?”
Now that she mentioned it, that made more sense. “You’re sure you’re okay with me going bareback?” I’d had sex without a condom before exactly once—the last time Emma and I had fucked angry. We’d been too caught up in getting inside each other to even think about protection. But that was the only time I’d ever done that. Even with Laurel, I’d never felt comfortable enough or trusted her not to do something underhanded and stupid.
With Emma, though, everything was different.
“Yes, Deacon. I’m okay with it. Would you like to get an affidavit and have it notarized?” Her voice was strained. “I’m on the pill. I’ve been tested. I haven’t had anyone’s cock in me but yours—”
I cut off the rest of her sentence with a kiss so searing that it left us both shaking. When we came up for air, I thrust my cock into her.
There was nothing slow or seductive about the way we came together tonight. It wasn’t soft touches and meaningful kisses, and yet it was the deepest and truest expression of our feelings that I could imagine.
Emma wrapped her long legs around me, groaning each time I plunged back into her tight little pussy. Her arms circled my neck, and she buried her face in my shoulder, raining kisses on my heated skin.
“I can’t last much longer,” I choked out, struggling to hold on. “I need you to come, babe. Want to feel you.”
“Just—” She insinuated one hand between us and rubbed her clit, the tips of her fingers teasing at the spot where we were joined. “Suck my nipple hard. And hold on tight.”
The minute my lips fastened on her boob, Emma fell apart. The way her body felt on the inside when she came was incredible. It was more intoxicating than the whiskey I’d consumed, and it was the best drug I could ever imagine.
The pulsing of her pussy around my cock was all I needed to follow her into the abyss. My entire body hardened into one tensed muscle, and indescribable pleasure rolled over me again and again. I lost my ability to move for several long seconds. When I could breathe and see once more, I pulled Emma close to me, rolling her onto my body as I fell onto the sofa.
“Emma.” I panted her name, stroking one hand down her spine and smiling a little when I felt her shiver.
“Hmm?” She sounded as though she might have been half-asleep already.
“I’m never leaving you, babe. I promise.”
10
Emma
My first conscious thought the next morning was that my air conditioner wasn’t working. For one head-spinning moment, I panicked, thinking I was back at the trailer, and everything that had happened in the last eighteen months—my cabin, Noah, Deacon—was all a dream.
But after I blinked my eyes open, I realized that the air wasn’t warm or muggy the way it was when I was in a building that didn’t have a/c. No, it was just that there was something next to me that was emitting a crazy amount of heat.
When that something moved slightly and sighed, I remembered.
Oh. My. God.
