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His expression turns serious and he fixes me with a searching look. “Are you sure it’s okay? Cum’s always been a firm no for you.”

“This isn’t just cum, though,” I try to explain. “It’s your cum.”

“It doesn’t have magical properties or anything,” he says wryly.

“Well I wasn’t planning on using it to summon a lesser demon,” I say with a breath of laughter. “I just realized that there’s no need for me to be uncomfortable about something that results from the pleasure we bring each other.” I run my hands over his shoulders, smiling softly. “I love that you’ve been so incredibly patient with me and sensitive to my needs, but I don’t want you to hold back anymore. I love you, and I want everything you have to give me.”

A slow grin spreads across his face and he lifts his hands to cup my cheeks in that we does that makes me feel incredibly precious. “I love you too.”

“Finally,” I say with an eye roll.

He lets out a soft laugh and brushes his lips to mine. “For the record, I will happily give you everything. My heart, my body, my time, my support, my baby-sitting skills…and definitely my cum.”

“You’re amazing,” I whisper, my heart clenching with love for him.

He offers a lazy smile. “I know.” Then he runs a forefinger through the mess he made on my chest, collecting a glob of it on the pad of his finger. He reaches toward my face and for a second I think he’s going to ask me to taste it—which, I admit, I’m still a bit unsure about—but he bypasses my mouth and instead paints a stripe down my nose. “That okay?”

I offer a wry smile. “I’m never going to be able to watch Izzy finger-paint again, but yeah that’s okay.”

He lets out a chuckle and collects some more cum on his finger, this time reaching behind me to paint my crease.

I let out a soft gasp and my body shivers—not entirely surprising considering how sensitive that area of my body is.

Encouraged, Deacon returns to his ‘paint supply’ several more times, applying more cum to my crease, around my hole, and over my ass cheeks.

By the time he’s done I’m completely breathless, my cock almost fully hard again. And all I want is to know what it would feel like to have Deacon’s hot cum covering my ass cheeks, or filling up my hole.

“One more, then we can go clean up,” Deacon says.

I don’t really want to clean up. I want to stay like this, covered in his cum until we have sex and I get even more cum on me. Then I might think about cleaning up. Maybe.

The complete one-eighty in my attitude is making me a little heady, but for once I’m not going to stress about it. I’m enjoying a new experience and there’s nothing wrong with that.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts as I see Deacon’s finger moving toward my face again, and this time it is going for my mouth.

“You can use the safe word,” he reminds me, his forefinger pausing to hover just in front of my mouth.

The amount on the tip of his fingertip is barely larger than a chickpea, and I realize he’s using his other hand, so his finger is otherwise clean. I consider using the word, because even though I’ve now discovered that I do actually enjoy having cum on my skin, there’s a big difference between that and actually ingesting it. This is such a tiny amount, though—it seems ridiculous to be scared of it.

Wordlessly, I reach up and grip Deacon’s wrist, guiding his finger closer to my mouth. I close my lips around it and collect the bead of cum with my tongue.

And what do you know? The world doesn’t end.

CHAPTER27

DEACON

Tanner looks incredibly proud of himself, and it’s adorable. I know this doesn’t mean he’s all of a sudden going to want to suck me off until I shoot down his throat, but I love that he’s letting himself at least try these new things. It’s not lost on me that my little finger-painting session really turned him on. My goal was simply to test out his comfort level; being okay with me accidentally shooting on his chest is one thing, but even with his insistence that he doesn’t want me holding back anymore, I still wanted to test the waters before I let myself get all excited about the possibility of coming inside him, or on his face, or basically anywhere on his body.

To be clear, I was happy to sacrifice that aspect of sex if it was something Tanner never managed to become comfortable with. It seemed a small price to pay for the privilege of being with him. Especially if that privilege extended to a genuine, committed relationship that we can take out into the world.

But he’s told me—and shown me—that I don't need to compromise anymore, and I love him even more for that. We’ll still take things slow and move at the pace he sets, but it feels like the last barrier between us has now been broken.

“You’re a bit of a mess,” I say with a fond smile, scanning my gaze appreciatively over his face and torso. “I think you should probably go take a shower.”

“Orwecould go take a shower?” he suggests, one eyebrow arched.

I let out a soft laugh. “I don’t have that kind of self-control. You’ll be all wet and sudsy and naked and I’m not going to be able to stop myself from fucking you.”

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