Page 87 of The Promise Of Rain
His mouth firmed, and he patted my hip.“Up.”
Holding my hands to keep me steady, he helped me stand.
“Oh my God,” I wheezed, my kitty directly in line with his face.
Holding my waist, he leaned in and pressed his nose to my mons.“Lovely,” he muttered gutturally before hooking his finger over the waistband of my panties and tugging them down.“Let’s get these off.”
“Uh, Deacon,” I began, stepping out of my panties.
He looked up at me and shook his head.“No, Jenny.You wanted me?You’re getting me.”
“You, uh, want to do this?”I confirmed.
His dark, serious eyes held mine as he ran his hands up and down the backs of my thighs.“Like nothing I’ve ever wanted before in my life.”
“But, like this?”I squeaked.
“I’ll show you exactly how I want it,” he assured me.
My throat dried.
Like this, I was maybe not open but definitely on display.
Like this, I was practically pushing my kitty in his face.
He stroked the back of my knee, and I quivered.
“This knee is going to go on the back of the couch beside my head.”He tapped my other leg.“This leg is going to stay here and help you ride my face.”
I was way, way out of my element.
Without waiting for me to move, he hooked his arm under my thigh and drew my knee up to the couch.
“Ah, fuck yeah,” he rasped.“Look at you.”
He kept his arm under my thigh and reached to brace my waist.His other hand held my hip firmly.And then he tugged me forward and nuzzled the neatly trimmed hair covering me.
“Reach down and open yourself to me,” he instructed.
Body quivering, hands shaking, I reached down and parted my lips to his seeking tongue.
At the first touch, my hips jerked forward and I cried out.
He chuckled softly.Shaking his head slowly back and forth, he covered his mouth in my juices.
“Deacon,” I moaned, my hips circling.“More.”
His grip on my waist tightened, and he gave me more.Tongue, lips, teeth and that delicious scruff that abraded my thighs and sent tremors clear through to my womb.
There was no describing this bliss.
I rocked back and forth, forgetting my precarious position for the moment while he teased and sucked and licked and hummed against me.
He took me to the edge, my body tensing in preparation, before easing off only to drive me up once more.
I grasped his hair in my fist and held his face to my core and rubbed up against him like a cat.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped.“Take your pleasure like the very good girl that you are.”
