Page 96 of Hold the Line

“Pull your dress up, sugar. Let me see you.”

She reached around, gathering the flowy material to her waist. Lacy boy shorts half covered her cheeks and disappeared between them. I focused on that valley. She’d let me put my tongue there—no place on her body was off-limits to me—and it’d been warm and welcoming.

“Gorgeous, Phe. So fuckin’ gorgeous,” I rasped.

If she kept going like she was, I’d come before I was ready, and her mouth wasn’t where I wanted to finish. Not tonight.

“Baby, I need you to stop.”

She sucked harder, wrapping her tongue around my length. If I hadn’t been so damn determined to come inside her, I would have succumbed right then and there.

I tucked my fingers under her chin, applying gentle pressure. “It’s my turn. Gotta get my mouth on you. Let go.”

It took some convincing, but I got her off me and switched places—Phoebe on her hands and knees on the mattress, that pretty ass in the air, me kneeling on the floor. I peeled her panties down her legs and buried my face in her slick cunt and ass, laving her swollen flesh with my tongue and fucking her with my fingers.

She moaned for me, rocking against my touch, begging for more in the sweetest, strained voice. As I plunged my fingers inside her, I felt her get wetter and swell around me. Never imagined I’d be able to feel her like that, knowing I was making it happen, but damn if I didn’t love it. And now that I’d learned what set her off, she responded to me like a flick of a switch.

I’d learned alotsince she’d allowed me into her life, opening her arms, heart, and body, unmasking my own desires that had been suppressed all my life. Then again, maybe they were specific to her.

No one had ever turned my head the way she did. Before Phoebe, sex had hardly crossed my mind. Now, it was rare for a day to pass without one of us reaching for the other…usually more than once.

She was the key. The only one who fits.

I coaxed a moaning, sheet-clawing orgasm out of her, then climbed to my feet, replacing my fingers with my cock. The moment I was fully seated, my hips flush with her plush backside, we groaned in unison.

“This iswhere I belong.” I jerked forward, making her cry out. “Right here.”

“Yes, Deke. Right here,” she agreed.

I moved slowly, retreating and returning in smooth, deliberate strokes. I watched myself disappear into her, only to emerge slick with her claim coating me, marking me as hers, giving something no one else ever had and never would.

I should have let her go. But I wouldn’t. Now that I knew what it was to breathe sugar-laced air and fall asleep with sweetness surrounding me, I couldn’t go back. There was nounknowingwhat it meant to be loved by this woman. And I refused to live without her.

Molding my hands around her hips, I held her there, driving into her harder. She answered my call, taking what I gave her, offering herself up for more. Her arm moved between her legs, rubbing her clit the way she liked. It turned me on, watching her give herself pleasure. There was nothing she did that didn’t turn me on—especially with her sundress bunched around her waist, lacy panties still wrapped around one leg, and her ass colliding with my pelvis.

“I’m so close,” she moaned.

“I’ll go when you go,” I gritted out, doing my best to hold back. “Wanna feel you, baby. Give it to me.”

“Harder. Just a little harder.”

I was feeling a little unhinged after everything, so I gave her what we both needed. Her moans grew insistent, frantic, as my fingers dug into her flesh, giving me leverage to plunge deep.

She whined, her neck arched, her inner walls flooded with arousal. “Deacon!”

Yeah, she likes that.

My girl might have looked like the sweetest little cupcake, but she loved getting a little dirty and didn’t mind when I left behind a mark or two. With the way I was holding her hips, she’d have more than a couple.

I felt it. The end and beginning. Phoebe clung to me, her body grasping mine as she keened. I didn’t even try to resist. I came with her, spilling every ounce of myself into her. Rooted so deep, I’d found new parts of us and claimed them as ours.

We fell together, the mattress bouncing beneath us as I wrapped myself around her back. She twisted her head, our lips connecting in a slow, languid kiss.

For a while, we just lay there, sometimes kissing, sometimes with my cheek resting against hers. My knuckles traced lazy paths down her bare arm, over the curve of her breast. Eventually, we’d have to get up, clean off, and get ready for bed. But I wasn’t in any hurry to end this.

“I’m liking sundress season,” I murmured.

She turned just enough for me to see her smile. “Told you.”

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