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She hissed out a breath as he traced his tongue along the underside, first one then the other. He tented his hands under her shirt, drawing light circles around her nipples with his thumbs. Harper had always been responsive, but lately…Christ, he got off on the noises that came from her.
She had no idea what it did to him to watch her go over each time. Since the first time he’d touched her, there was never going to be another woman. Knowing it in his bones only made him more resolute to make her his. This, right here…this absolute connection was why they’d always find common ground.
Somehow it got better each time. Her left hand came up to grip his shoulder and her diamond shone in the low light.His. Bound to him with a band around her finger and the ever-strengthening ribbons around his heart.
“God.” The word came out on a shudder as she arched under him.
With infinite patience, he explored every dip and freckle of her chest. Wide, blind eyes dragged him ever closer to the drop off to oblivion. He slid two fingers inside of her exquisite heat. The molten silk of her body readying itself for him drove him a little mad. That fisting heat would shut off his control.
The mindless need to connect with her scared him sometimes. To need someone like that, to hand over the reins to his baser desires terrified him. Because he was so much bigger than her, and she was carrying his baby. Intellectually, he understood how strong she was, and that she’d always tell him if things got to be too much.
But she never stopped him.
There never seemed to be a limit.
And he always wanted more of her.
His cock throbbed against her thigh. He wanted inside of her so fucking badly. He rolled his hips against her, hoping to ease the pressure. But each counter swivel of her hips threatened to break him. He slowly, patiently circled her clit with his thumb.
Fuck, his fingers weren’t enough.
The sucking, satiny warmth was where he belonged.
“Dammit, Deacon. Inside me.” She pressed her mouth to his throat. “I need you inside me. Don’t make me come alone.” Her voice was little more than a humming vibration along his skin.
“I love watching you go over.” He rested his forehead against hers.
She nipped his chin. “I love feeling you deep inside me more.”
“Christ.” His fingers dug into her thigh, opening her so he could wedge his hips between her legs.
“Yes.” The hiss of her voice in his ear made him fumble for his zipper. She tried to help him, but the skin of his cock was far too sensitive. He caught her hand and dragged it up over her head. When she tried with the other, he drew them both up and caged them with one hand.
She wiggled lower on the couch, her breasts framed by her bunched-up shirt and stretched-out position. She opened for him, and her little undulations rubbed the denim over his strangled cock.
He rose over her, pushing his jeans down. Her nails bit into his hands, but he didn’t let her go. He rose onto his knees, his other hand gripping the couch back for support as he felt the first lick of her slick pussy along the underside of his shaft. He dragged it along her slit, coating himself in her rich textures and scent. She bowed under him, rolling her hips so the tip of him was tucked under her hood.
He bumped against the teasing warmth of her and pressed against her clit. The sweet sound of her strangled sigh was the last thing he heard as he sunk into her. Liquid heat wrapped around his cock, drawing him deeper into the bliss that was his wife.
Just one minute. The overwhelming urge to drill into her was choked back in his desperate need to pause and soak in the perfect moment of connection. It was all he could handle before he pushed her knees up. Deeper. He needed deeper.
Always craved deeper.
And she never disappointed. She met him stroke for stroke. He released her and she vined around him, legs and arms holding him close. When her nails scored down his back, he shuddered over her.
His name a broken cry on her lips as they raced for the golden shimmer of release. He thrust into her until he couldn’t move anymore. Until the warmth and rightness of her body freed him. And he stepped off, knowing she’d be there to hold him the entire way down.
When his brain started working again, and her gentle touch registered, he propped himself on his elbows. “I’m squishing you.”
“I like to be squished.” She brought her hands up to frame his face. “Though I’m fairly certain we dented the couch.”
He chuckled. “Good thing we got the super sturdy furniture.”
“We’re going to have to make sure we get super-sized and double-reinforced furniture for our house.”
He brushed his lips over hers. “That sounds like a very good plan.”
“I have a feeling our kids won’t exactly be tiny.”
