Page 53 of Dibs
“Again?” Deacon asks as he meets my eyes, which are nearly crossing with pleasure.
I lift my hips and drive him back against that spot, and he lets me fuck him for a while, as I tell him, “Again! Make me come.”
Deacon repeats the movement that made me go completely wild. Until now, I held on to a shred of composure. Now I cry out animalistically, grabbing his hair with one hand and his ass withthe other as I encourage him to keep going. I let my hand run up and down his back, admiring his sculpted ass as he thrusts into oblivion and makes me lose all sense of self, time, and place.
I’m sure I’m in another universe when Deacon reaches down, strokes my clit, and drives into me harder than ever before. My broken scream echoes throughout the room, and I combust beneath Deacon as his hips shove unevenly, and he groans out, “Oh, Beck,” and empties himself deep inside of me. I feel every quiver and contraction as he spurts into me, and I’m still desperate for more.
Deacon drives into me a few more times and sends me over the edge into another spine-tingling orgasm. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and bites down as I come, tugging my hair hard and prolonging the orgasm into something endless and intense.
“Oh! Oh! Jesus!” I thrash beneath him.
When I finally still, we lie entwined together, the sound of our heavy breathing filling up the quiet room as the afternoon turns into night. I lie on his chest, more satisfied than I can ever remember being, his ring on my finger and carrying our baby that I can’t wait to welcome to earth.
“Wanna show you something,” Deacon finally manages to say after I stop shaking. He pulls me to my feet, though my knees still shake, and he leads me down the hallway.
He’s applied the sunset to the wall of the nursery, and I notice the white, circular crib sitting in the center of the room beneath a mobile of rainbows. The sheets are white with tiny silver boats on them, and there’s a little wooden boat on the table beside the rocker he’d already purchased for me and the baby. A cream-colored, nautical-themed lamp sits beside the boat, featuring little ropes for handles and anchors on the lampshade in purple.
“You like the décor?” Deacon asks me as I run my fingers over the anchors.
“I love it.” My voice is thick with emotion. “Did you paint this lampshade, Deacon?”
“Yes, and Dad whittled the boat and painted it, too. See?”
I pick it up, admire the detailed little yacht, and finally read the tiny letters that say, ‘Love in the Sun.’
I smile up at Deacon from the rocker and put my feet up as I sigh in contentment. “I can’t wait for the spring. We’ll fish off the side of the boat. Invite our friends. Throw a big wedding for everyone to enjoy, even if I will be out to here in May.” I put my arms out in front of my belly to demonstrate how pregnant I’d be on our wedding day.
“And then in October, we’ll welcome our little one to the world.” Deacon looks so distinctly at peace as he stares around the nursery and smiles.
He sinks to his knees and rubs my feet on the rocking ottoman, releasing a long, slow breath. “It’s a strange feeling, having everything you’ve always wanted. There’s nothing more I could ever ask for. Every wish has been fulfilled.”
Deacon fiddles with the ring on my finger. “I feel Mom here.”
“Hopefully you didn’t feel her presence a few minutes ago,” I retort as Deacon looks up at the sunset on the wall.
He shakes his head. “No, but I think she’s pleased with the name we came up with. And I suddenly feel very strongly that we’re going to have a girl. Emery Lillian. She’s smiling down on us, and I think she wants us to call our baby Lily.”
I hum low in my throat. “Lily, huh? That’s beautiful. I could be convinced."
Deacon draws me into his arms and nods against my hair. “And she likes your pink hair.” His hands tangle in my wavy locks as he pulls back and grins at me. “You’ve always been such a fucking angel, my love. We should fit you for a halo.”
“Lillian, respectfully, we love you, but you might want to tune out now,” I whisper skyward, pulling Deacon in for a long, deep kiss.
I take off running to the bedroom, and Deacon chases me. The one thing I know for sure? He’ll always catch me.
