I waited.
He returned and I felt his lips brush my ass and down my thigh. He bent low and kissed my sex. Then up on the other cheek of my ass.
I did the only thing I could do, stayed completely still and gloried in his tenderness.
I felt him position on his knees between my legs before I felt his hands roaming over my skin.
I sighed.
“You like this better than tied spread eagle?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” I answered quietly.
“Can you tell me why?”
“Saw a picture,” I whispered. “When I was seventeen. A woman in a magazine like this.”
His hands kept moving light and sweet over my skin.
“You liked it.”
“Yes.”
“I like it, too, baby. You right there like that for me, gorgeous.”
My insides warmed.
“The plug enough?”
I didn’t understand his question.
“Sorry?”
He slid his hands to my hips, one thumb moving out to rest against my anus.
“Took to your plug like your * takes my cock. Got that one. Got a bigger one.”
My thighs quivered.
He either sensed it or they did it visibly because he moved his hand, fingers whispering between my legs and I made a mew, it felt so hot, nice, and sweet.
“She wants more,” he muttered.
Suddenly, and for the first time, I felt not right.
“I’m not weird.”
The air in the room stilled before the bed moved and I felt his teeth sink into the tender cheek of my ass.
He must have lifted because his voice came from above as his hand cupped my sex and he said, “Nothin’ is weird.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“You like a full ass while I play, that’s what you like. That’s it. It’s not weird.”
“Okay, Deacon.”
“You want it, Cassie, told you time and again, I’ll give it to you.”
“Thank you, honey.”
“Would love to keep you like this, make you wait, come back and play, but I want your arms around me for a while and then I want you to suck my dick vanilla.”
That got me another thigh quiver.
“You ready to be released?”
“Whatever you want, honey.”
That got me another brush of his lips across the cheek of my ass before he moved to release the bonds.
It took a bit to work the kinks out but I did this as Deacon adjusted the covers from under us to over us. I kept doing it, stretching and arching, while he pulled me into his arms.
Finally, I wrapped mine around him.
“You good with me bein’ here three weeks?” he asked when I was settled.
I was good with him being there forever. He might not know that, but he did know from the smile I gave him that morning that I was good for the three weeks.
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to, Deacon Deacon,” I answered.
He chuckled.
I settled into the sound.
“You wanna know what all I bought you?” he went on.
He got me more?
I didn’t want to know. I wanted the surprise.
“Surprise me,” I told his chest.
“You got it,” he murmured, his hand sliding over my hip to my still heated ass. “This good?”
“Oh yeah.”
I heard the smile in his, “My Cassie likes to get spanked.”
I figured he could feel my smile against his chest but I said nothing.
Deacon fell into my silence.
I cuddled closer.
His hand eventually left my ass and curled me even closer when he asked quietly, “Those two, three babies?”
My body tensed. “Yeah?”
“This stays good, woman, wanna make ’em with you.”
I closed my eyes tight.
“I know that’s too soon. I also don’t give a fuck,” he continued.
“It is not too soon,” I replied firmly.
There was a moment of silence then, “Fuck, my Cassie.”
This sounded like a groan and I loved that emotion so much I lifted up and looked down at him.
“That’s me,” I stated, still firm, totally unyielding. “Your Cassie. And you’re my Deacon.”
His hand started sliding up my side as his lips ordered, “Quiet.”
I was never quiet.
Or, at least, that occasion came rarely.
“You should know, I’m claiming you.”
“Woman, quiet,” he growled.
“Just saying, you can leave, but I want you back. You can stay as long as you stay and I’ll take you. And I hope you start doing that work to leave that life you’re leading when you’re not with me because I want there to come a time when I can eat my cereal while you open the door.”
His brows shot together. “Eat your cereal while I open the door?”
“When you’re with me in a way you’re not leaving,” I explained.
His brows stopped knitting but his face turned into a scowl. “Fuck, woman, shut up.”
“Too much too soon?” I asked, like it was a dare.
“Fuck no.”
“Okay, then quit your bitching.”
He glowered at me.
Then he grinned.
“Total boss.”
“A girl has to be when her man’s a badass.”
“Like you weren’t one before.”
My eyes slid away. “Whatever.”
“She was one before,” he muttered.
I ignored him.
“Cassie.”