Page 23 of Trust and Obey

I was a… vocal lover. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t shy about asking for it. I squirmed and shuddered as Deacon’s fingers circled around my hole, breeching in slowly and pausing to add more of the lube to make his entrance slick.

This was going to be good; I knew. “Deeper,” I commanded, lifting one leg to his shoulder to give him access.

He did as commanded, bending to press a wet kiss to the top of my leaking cock as he added a second digit. I moaned, fisting the bedspread under me.

“Come on,” I begged. “I’m good. I’m ready. I want you—want you now, Deacon, please…”

“How can you be so beautiful?” Deacon muttered. He pressed wet kisses to the base of my cock, the inside of my thighs, before pulling his hand free.

Tearing the condom open with his teeth, he rolled it on. Then he hooked his arms under me and spread my thighs wide.

God, he was big. I groaned through my teeth as he pushed past the initial ring of muscle. Nerves lit up inside me, the pleasure and the stretch battling for dominance. It was everything I could do to relax and take him, more and more.

“You’re so tight. So hot.” A beautiful flush darkened Deacon’s skin from his neck all the way down to his groin. He looked half gone, like me, and we hadn’t even hit the really fun part yet.

With slow aching movements, Deacon eased himself into me until he was finally seated. We started slowly, feeling each other out and building up strength and speed.

Soon, Deacon dipped his head and put his back into it. His hips were snapping in short strokes that had me seeing stars. I canted my hips upward, playing with the angle as much as he did. Until… there.

His thick, glorious cock found my prostate. I let out a loud, unabashed moan that was swallowed up by the sound of pounding rain, Deacon’s harsh breath, and the squeak of the bedsprings.

“Oh, oh! Right there, Deacon. Yes… please…” I wasn’t sure what I was babbling, except I didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want the pounding pleasure to end.

It was too much. I was too worked up to last for long, and my orgasm slammed hard into me. My eyes squeezed shut, I swore I saw little lights popping behind them. I reached down, stroking myself as I spilled between us.

Deacon let out a shaky groan of his own. He leaned in, pounding me hard with no finesse, only frantic need. That was fine, I could take him.

He came for a second time, hips snapping deep and perfect. I whimpered as over-sensitive nerves echoed my own climax.

He slowed and stopped.

We practically fell against one another trying to catch our breaths. I pressed my nose against his shoulder, feeling shaky and sated in the way I got after only the best sex.

My god, the man had me seeing stars.

“First time with a man, huh?” I asked, trailing a languid hand up his spine. “Wouldn’t have known it.”

He smiled dopily at me. “And just think: I have a whole week to practice.” He shifted his weight, murmuring in my ear. “I’m going to take you apart over and over.”

His words created a full body shiver, from my scalp all the way to the tips of my toes.

“Here’s to a week you’ll never forget,” I quipped.

* * *

The brief thunderstorm had passed, leaving the skies a bit humid, but clear with just a hint of a light breeze in the air. Perfect boating weather.

It didn’t take much convincing to get Deacon to agree to take one of the resort’s sailboats out. We had three small boats and several larger skiffs for chartered fishing, snorkeling, and whale watching. The only rule was that they had to have a certified staff member on board.

Luckily, Deacon had me.

Not that he was properly grateful. I caught him giving the sailboat rigging a dubious look as he helped me load food and drink.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to take out one of the motorboats?” Deacon asked.

“On a day like this?” I popped one finger in my mouth and held it up to test the air. “No way. With the wind this good, it would be a crime not to take the sailboat.”

He was watching what I was doing. His gaze flicked to my lips with a little heat. “All right. I trust you.”

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