Detonation.
It was the only word that rolled around in his mind as his wife came under his mouth. She shuddered and her nails dug into his wrists. As if he would ever let her go as she shook and scrabbled for him. Not a chance in hell.
Her taste was beyond temptation.
It was the ocean and love. It was lust and fire. It was everything and he couldn’t get enough. He delved deeper for more, licking along the oh so swollen tissues as she surged under him.
Finally, he clicked back in and shucked his pants and shirt to get on top of her. He tried to roll her over on top of him, but she wasn’t interested. Grasping, greedy fingers dug into his shoulders as her legs came around his hips.
“Deacon.”
Her voice was harsh and rough. The tones so different than her usual sleepy orgasm voice. She sounded almost in pain.
He braced his arms on either side of her face. “Shhh, baby.”
She squirmed under him, grinding her swollen pussy over his shaft. He groaned, trying to rein in the part that wanted inside. Trying to swim to the surface even as he wanted only to drown in her skin and the hot center of her that always felt like home.
Harper’s nails nipped over his back to his ass. “Inside.”
“Over me,” he said raggedly. He didn’t trust himself right now. Her taste filled his mouth, her scent was a moment away from ruling his brain.
And the sounds she was making were like nothing he’d heard before.
He grabbed her hand and pushed it over her head, lacing their fingers. When her other became just as recklessly biting, he dragged it up and stared down at her.
High color stained her cheeks and her eyes were too wide.
“Slow down, baby.”
She shook her head and rolled her hips till just the tip of his cock slid inside of her. “Yes.” Her fingers tightened over his until they were palm to palm. She rose up, her mouth on his neck, her tongue flicking under his chin and then nipping over to his ear. All of the places she knew to get him off.
“Now, inside me now.”
Harper, under him. Begging for him.
He canted his hips forward and groaned, pressing his face into the mattress beside her neck. All the places inside of her that were made for him gripped and sucked him deeper.
She closed her legs around his hips, her heels digging into his back as she rose up under him. Her name was a choked litany of gasps as he gave in.
As if he could ever deny her.
He drove inside of her, his brain shutting down as her slick heat welcomed him again and again. Sweat raced down his back, dripped from his temple and pooled between them. He lost himself to that dark, secret part of him that reveled in her giving body. In finding ways to make her scream his name. He gritted his teeth against the shout drawing up from his spine and pushing against his ribs.
The roar that owned him when he let go.
She was the only one he allowed to see this side of him. Afraid of them as much as he lived for these moments. He rose over her, pinning her hands over her head so that her full, gorgeous breasts were stretched up, the tips a dark raspberry with her excitement.
Meeting the wildness living in her eyes, unable to look away, he pistoned his hips against her welcoming open legs. He let her hands go to hook his arms under her knees.
Needing more.
Needing to be deeper.
He opened her wider, until she allowed every last inch inside her sweet, perfect pussy.
She scrabbled up the bed and he chased her with unerring thrusts. Harper reached for the wide headboard and held on, pushing back on each of his thrusts.
She was there, just on the edge, but she didn’t seem to have the ability to go over. And God, she needed to. His name a sob in her throat. He slid lower, pulling back to get down to her and make her come with his mouth, but she grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging his mouth to hers. “Just you.” She snapped her jaws tight until he could see the ache as much as feel it. “I need you filling me up. Please, Deacon.”
He nodded and rolled her onto her side, splaying one thigh over his hip as he surged up and inside her from behind. He brought his hand down to where they were joined. She was so swollen that she shuddered and thrashed at his touch.
He tried to be gentle, but she covered his hand with her own until the friction was a hair’s breadth away from cruel. She’d become impossibly wetter now, so much so he had trouble staying inside her without a concentrated effort. He pressed his forehead into her neck and bit down on her shoulder. Anything to find that spot she so obviously needed. The slow shudder started and he held on. His thrusts deep and punishing. He was too far gone to hold back.