Chapter Sixteen

He swung his truck onto a concrete driveway that led to an up-and-over garage door. Brook looked over the house. It was very well kept. Outside of the garage, Deacon would occupy his time by doing some work on the house.

Deacon jumped in the shower as Brook prepared the popcorn and movie. From the kitchen of his split-level house, Brook could see out of the corner of her eyes the bathroom door opening, he came out, towel wrapped around his waist, naked and slightly wet arms, torso, legs, Brook took a moment to savour her man. He looked at her. “I’ll be right down.”

“Okay.”

She walked over to a dresser that had various bottles of liquor on, all of them opened. She chose a couple of glasses and poured them both a glass of whiskey, then took up a seat on the couch in front of an unlit fire and a large, flat screen TV that dominated the one wall of the room. Looking around she saw several table lamps dotted around on small tables and a desk with a computer set up at the far end of the room.

If she had her phone with her she would have been checking for messages frantically before she turned it off when Deacon came in but the last few days without one had been strangely liberating, she hadn’t missed it one bit and promised herself that she would curtail her use when she got it back.

Deacon came down the short flight of stairs. They cozied up on the couch and started their evening. She passed the glass of whiskey over to him. He took it, took a sip, and placed the glass on the side table next to him.

“You know, when I came to town, I never for one moment thought I would meet someone like you.”

“I never in a million years thought I would almost get run over by someone like you.” He chuckled as she nudged him with her elbow.

Brook kicked up her feet to the side of the couch and leaned on Deacon chest as he moved his heavy arm over and around her shoulder.

Brook set her own glass down before she could move, Deacon had leaned over toward her, supporting himself on one arm, he draped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. The touch of his hand on the back of her neck sent lightning bolts down her spine and into her core, exploding the tingles to full on desire.

Their lips met, and Brook could feel the softness of Deacon’s lips, so contrary to the rest of his rough exterior as they pressed against hers. She could just taste the hint of whiskey on his kiss. It gave it a sharp tanginess that contrasted with the delicacy of his kiss and embrace.

He gently pressed his lips against hers again, his hand moving, tracing patterns on her back that awoken sensations of pleasure all over her body. Deacon kissed her gently but with a greater confidence, their tongues explored each other ending with a break for air that left them both panting slightly.

He leaned in to kiss her once, harder, with his arms around her delicate waist, pulled her, she swung her leg slowly as to not knock over her glass that was sitting on the table and seated herself on top of him. Their lips moved sensually, tasting each other. Ten minutes into the movie and they were all over each other. They lusted for each other like long lost lovers who were given a chance to reunited only to be ripped apart again. Her young and slim body was enough to drive a man crazy. He pulled her in closer and she sat on his bulge leaning in for another sumptuous kiss. This man was too sexy to resist, she thought. Their hips swayed back and forth slowly as they kissed releasing their thirst for one more moment of ecstasy as they had during the storm.

Deacon held her in his strong grip and slowly pushed himself off the couch as she tightened her long legs around him to be carried off to the bedroom.

Deacon carried Brook along a hallway and reached the master bedroom then gently set Brook down on the bed. The room was lighted by the hallway light that creped through the partially opened door.

She took his shirt off, this man, solid, rugged, hurt, stood before her, dominating the room with his height, she took in nothing of the room, so intent was she at looking Deacon in the eye. “You’re overdressed for the occasion, Deacon.” She maintained her gaze into his light brown eyes. He undid his pants and took them off. He leaned over her spreading both arms to the side of her head, his broad shoulders and triceps tightened. In the stretched-out position, she brought her hands up to feel the small rib muscles bulging.

Brook could feel herself getting moister than she already was at the sight of Deacon’s wide expanse of chest muscle, and the gentle outline of his six pack.

She slipped her top over her head, then reached behind to unclasp her bra which she slid over her arms. She dropped the bra on the floor and let the arm drop revealing her full breasts and achingly extended nipples to the cool air of the bedroom. He leaned in pressing his face onto her plump bosom, they were irresistible. He teased her nipples getting wet and ready for his manhood.

Deacon slid both legs of her jeans off and slung them behind him. Brook sat up as Deacon stood before her in his boxers. The touch of his hands on her arms was radiating heat down to her fingers and up through her shoulders. Deacon leaned in gently brushed his lips across her collar bone sending bursts of electricity into her chest.

Brook felt ready to explode, ready to grab him by the hand and throw him onto the bed so she could satisfy the incredible desire she was feeling right then.

Instead she held Deacon by the hand and slowly lay back onto the cool linen sheets atop the king size bed. They were soft but felt like somebody was gently exfoliating her back, so sensitive was every inch of her skin.

She wanted this, and she wanted it now. Deacon released his hand and knelt at the foot of the bed. His eyes now dark and hooded silhouetted by the light coming through the window which defined his shape so perfectly that she blinked several times trying to ensure that his broad shoulders, tapering down to a narrow waist were committed to her memory forever.

Starting just above her knees he slowly dragged his finger nails along the goose bumped flesh of her thighs sending her almost frantic with desire. Then he hooked his fingers into the top of her panties either side and slowly he revealed her sex. Once he slipped them off he started to work his way back up, kissing the front of her shins then the inside of her knees then finally he flicked his tongue along her inner thighs from bottom to top, gently persuading Brook’s legs to part revealing the delicate rose between. When Deacon reached the top of her thighs Brook thread her fingers through his gorgeous, brown waves as his warm breath embraced her moist peach ready to be devoured.

Within seconds she could feel her breath hitching as Deacon worked his tongue and lips along her petals, giving her a rush of furious bursts of energy through her body. Her heart was pounding in her ears keeping pace with Deacon as he brought her higher and higher. Pulsating until she couldn’t resist any more and with an arch of her back and a quietly rising wail of the utmost pleasure, she came, the waves of pleasure washing over her until, with almost blessed release from the tortuous pleasure, she relaxed, warm, pleasured.

Deacon slid up next to her and Brook could feel his hot erection pressed against her leg, throbbing in time with the heartbeat she could hear in his chest as they lay in each other’s arms.

Once she had managed to take a few breathes, started to work on him, trailing her fingernails around his flat nipple, teasing the tiny nub, then more firmly running her hand across his huge pecs and down, counting every one of his six pack as she eased away from him, running her lips over the same places she had kissed. He groaned deep in his chest as she reached the last tense little muscle with her lips and she ran her fingernails along the length of his steel hard shaft then opening her hand to hold him tight as she slowly slid down his body.

She ran her tongue over her lips before she slowly took him into the moist warmth of her mouth, feeling him fill her before she started working her lips slowly, gently then more firmly over his length, running her tongue over the head as she moved with elegant grace faster and faster with more pressure. He groaned again, a groan of anguish that told her it was time to stop or she would be waiting to fulfil her own needs again. He pulled her up to finish with him once again.

Quickly she stretched one leg over, taking his cock in her hand. She shuffled forward to get into the right position then lifted herself up while guiding him to her. The feel of just the red-hot tip against her folds was nearly enough to send her back over the edge but she forced that wave back down, then slowly swivelling her hips she slid down onto him, feeling him stretch her to the limit inside. She bent down to kiss him hard and lifted herself back up flipping her hair back to keep it out of her face. Deacon looked up at this beautiful body. He placed his hand on her flat stomach and spread his finger, which covered her entire mid-section. He moved his hands up to feel her excited breasts in his hands has she swayed with every thrust.

The rhythm came immediately for them both, each thrusting and gently writhing in time, maximising every tiny spark that rushed through their bodies. She sped up, with Deacon keeping pace, slowly increasing until they were bucking and jerking into and onto each other’s’ bodies when with another shrill squeal and a long rising groan from Deacon, “oh!” They finished in perfect unison. Their hearts melted into each other even more this time around.

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An hour later, and after another gentler, less frantic coupling, they lay again in each other’s arms, Brook revelling in the idea that maintaining contact seemed to be something Deacon liked, unlike Steve who turned over to sleep as soon as the act had been played out leaving her feeling lost and more alone than ever. She knew she would never feel that way with Deacon. He wouldn’t allow it.

The sun was setting outside as they laid in silence, listening to the beat of each other’s bodies. Just for a moment she closed her eyes and drifted to the edge of sleep. Deacon’s rhythmic breathing eased her toward slumber.