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Deacon smiles. “I’m not sure “altruism” is the word I’d use. He read me the riot act, then he told me all about Natalia and seemed to take great pleasure in making me feel really guilty. Then he warned me not to give you a heart attack during make-up sex, but also not to be too gentle.”
I screw my face up even as a sputter of amusement escapes my lips. “Yeah, that sounds more accurate. I’m really sorry—he’s an acquired taste.”
Deacon shakes his head. “Don’t be. I needed to hear all that. Well, not the sex advice. but everything else. I just wish I’d given you the chance to explain it for yourself.”
I reach out and brush my hands through his soft blond hair, loving the way it feels slipping through my fingers. “It’s okay. I know how it all must have looked. And it’s still a completely messed up situation. I’d understand if you didn’t want anything to do with it.”
He shakes his head. “Not a chance. But…could you maybe tell me more about it? So I can understand better?”
I sigh. “I will. I promise I’m not trying to hold anything back, I’d just really like to enjoy this weekend without any of that shit intruding.”
He nods, offering a soft smile. “That’s okay. Whenever you’re ready is fine. I’m not going to rush you.”
“How are you so perfect?” I murmur, resting my forehead against his and drawing in a deep breath of his scent.
“Only in your eyes, babe,” he says wryly, still humble as ever.
“Perfect,” I murmur again, before pressing my lips to his.
It doesn’t take long for the kiss to grow hungry and heated. As always, his kiss is fierce and demanding, and I have to cling tightly to his shoulders to ensure I don’t get completely swept away.
Before I know it, I’ve shifted around so I’m straddling his lap, and our hard dicks are grinding together to create delicious, heady friction.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Deacon groans as we run furiously against each other. “Fuck…no, not like this. Want to be in you this time.”
Hell yes. Ineedhim in me. “You’re the one who wanted pants,” I point out. “You could be in me right now if we’d stuck with my plan.”
“Babe, if we’d stuck with your plan I’d have come all over this couch two hours ago.”
Fuck, that would have been hot.
I’m a little startled by the thought crossing my mind. I know I was turned on by Deacon’s little finger-painting class earlier, and I’ve made the decision to forgo condoms on this occasion—if I hate it we can always go back, after all—but I wasn’t expecting to start getting turned on by the thought of massive wet spots on my sofa.
Dashing the thought from my mind, I manage to drag myself off Deacon’s lap for a moment so I can scramble out of my sweats. “Off,” I tell him, pointing at his jeans.
He quirks a brow at me. “Has bossy Tanner come out to play.”
I send him an unamused look. “I haven’t had your dick in me for three days—chop chop, Deacon.”
He cringes, but unzips and starts shimmying out of his jeans. “For the record, no one wants to hear the word “chop” when their dick is in the conversation.”
I let out a soft laugh. “Fair.”
Once his jeans are off and I’ve got my eyes on that thick cock I love so much, I waste no time in climbing back onto Deacon’s lap.
“Aren’t you missing something?” he asks me, letting out a soft gasp as I start running my hands over his shaft, spreading out the drops of precum collecting at the head. My ass is plenty stretched out and slicked up so I don’t think he’ll be needing anything extra.
“I already took care of it upstairs,” I inform him. “And before you say anything, I want to remind you thattechnicallyyou said you didn’t want to come to the penthouse and find me already lubed up.”
Deacon gives an exasperated shake of his head. “Smartass. I was actually talking about a condom, though.”
“I already told you we’re done with that. I’m not holding you back anymore.”
He smiles and runs his hands over my sides. “I really love that, babe, but I just want to make sure you’re not doing this only to make me happy. I need you to want it and be comfortable with it.”
“Oh, trust me, i am. I want to feel it,” I tell him, my tone unwavering. I’ve never been more sure of anything than I am of this right now. I want to experience the sensation of having Deacon’s cum in me. “I want this, Deacon,” I assure him. “Not because I just want to do something that I think will make you happy. Although I do enjoy making you happy,” I add as a side-note. “I love you. Every single part of you. And I want you bare inside me. And I want your cum in me.”
Finally, he nods, a grin forming on his lips. “Okay. then. If it’s what you really want, I’m not going to talk you out of it,”
