“Get that, will you, honey?” I asked the sandwiches I was making at the counter.
“I do, you gonna stop bein’ so fuckin’ jumpy?” Deacon asked back, and I knew he was moving from the fridge to the door.
Deacon asking this wasn’t because he could read me. This was me being obvious.
“Let’s just say, no surprise parties for you,” I stated.
“What’d you do?”
His tone made me look to him standing in the kitchen door.
Standing. Not walking to open the front door.
“Deacon, you need to—”
“What’d you do?” he repeated.
To get him to get a move on, I answered, “Happy birthday.”
“Woman, it’s April.”
“So?” I asked but didn’t wait for his answer. “You said you didn’t want presents on your birthday. Therefore, you’re getting one not on your birthday.”
He shook his head, staring at me, lips twitching.
I was about to come out of my skin.
“Deacon!” I snapped then bossed, “Go get the door.”
He kept shaking his head, turned, and sauntered through the foyer.
I wanted to go to the kitchen door and watch. I really did.
I didn’t. I knew if I did I might explode with the happy excitement gushing inside me.
I heard the words, “Special delivery for Deacon Gates,” and Deacon replying, “That’s me.” Then, “Sign here,” and I had to shift from foot to foot to stop from running into the foyer.
I heard the door close but I felt it before it did.
I felt it get stronger as he returned to me.
I heard Bossy bark.
I looked to the door to see my man standing there with his new German Shepherd puppy cradled to his chest, licking his throat.
Deacon’s eyes were on me but his features were scored raw with the love he had for me.
I felt my eyes sting but had it in me to say, “I did Boss Lady, your turn to train him.”
“I love you,” he whispered
“I know,” I whispered back.
Bossy barked.
I went back to making sandwiches mostly so Deacon could eat his while I got to play with the new puppy.
We named him Priest.
*
I turned my head and looked over my shoulder.
I was up on my knees, facing the headboard I was tied to. Just my wrists. My legs were free.
This allowed me to spread them wide and rock my sex against Deacon’s mouth as he fed from me.
When I looked over my shoulder, though, I saw him on his back, knees cocked, feet in the bed, the hand he didn’t have clamped to my hip jacking his big cock.
“Baby,” I breathed, ground into his face, arched my back, and came hard.
I lost his mouth but didn’t mind since I was still coming.
“Tip,” he growled into my ear.
I tipped my hips.
He rammed his cock deep.
I cried out with sheer ecstasy.
He pounded deep, one hand going to my breast, fingers tugging my nipple, other hand going to my sex, finger to my clit, face in my neck.
“Again,” he demanded.
“Yes,” I panted.
He fucked me.
I took it. I loved it. I came for him again.
With it still burning deep, I felt my wrists released as he pulled out without joining me in a climax.
“My turn,” he growled into my ear.
Oh yes.
Yes.
Definitely.
I moved. Deacon moved. He grasped on to the headboard.
We’d learned he didn’t need restraints. He’d stay still for me. Sometimes it was a battle, but each time Deacon succeeded.
That said, on occasion, I used them. Because I wanted to. Because he let me. Because he wanted to. Because we both got off on it.
Mostly, though, I let him bind me.
We did vanilla all the time. It was magnificent.
But we also played.
Frequently.
I moved behind but slightly beside him, pressing into him, one hand reaching forward to wrap around his swollen cock, the other hand going to the plug I’d given him, blowing him as I did it, before we started.
I jacked him and fucked him but I didn’t need to do either. Deacon kept control by fucking my hand and thus mostly fucking himself.
“Yeah, baby,” he kept growling.
He loved me working him.
I loved that.
When he’d given me my orgasm, my excitement never left knowing what was to come. But at hearing his growl, my clit started pulsing.
The headboard started slamming into the wall.
And more pulsing.
“Hold on, honey,” I whispered into his ear then licked his neck.
“Twist and fuck, Cassie,” he ordered.
I knew what that meant. The next level, which was the level before I gave it all to him at the same time he gave it all to me.
Right then, though, I gave him what he needed.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, his head dropping forward, maybe because he couldn’t hold it up, probably because he liked to watch me jack his cock.
I would know it was the latter when he kept groaning as he said, “Love what you do to me.”
“Love it too, baby.”
“More. Harder. Jack me harder, Cassie.”
I tightened my fist on his cock and jacked him harder.
“Drive that fucker deep,” he demanded.
My * throbbing at his demand, twisting, I took his ass deep.
That was when I got his grunts.