“Fuck. I forgot how damn good this feels,” he said, pumping in and out of me.
Deacon’s teeth sank gently into the side of my neck as he began to fuck me hard, holding me up with his hands under my ass. There was something so carnal about biting my neck. This felt different from any other time we’d had sex.
He suddenly pulled out. “I have to get a condom.”
As much as I didn’t want to stop, I knew that was the right decision.
He put me down gently, and I marveled at his sculpted ass as he ran to his bedroom. He returned with the rubber in hand, ripping the package before slipping the condom over his thick shaft.
“I want to take you on the floor, down on this rug, because Sharon doesn’t need to hear how hard I’m gonna fuck you right now. I would fucking break the bed.”
I quivered with excitement and lowered myself to the floor. As soon as my back hit the soft, shag rug, Deacon was inside of me again, penetrating me hard and fast. The weight of his body was overwhelming. How I’d missed having him over me like this. His lips locked on mine as we refused to come up for air, our hands intertwined. Every part of me felt connected to him as he rammed into me.
“I love you, Carys,” he said softly. “I’m sorry. I know I said this was just sex, but I fucking love you, and I need you to know it while I’m inside you. I love you so much. Don’t say it back. That’s not what this is about.”
As much as I’d tried to convince myself this was only sex, the second he said those words, my muscles pulsated even harder. The thought of fucking him had thrilled me, but the knowledge that he was making love to me put me over the edge. Because the truth was, I loved this man so much, and no amount of fear or mistrust could erase that. I would always love Deacon.
He snapped me out of my thoughts when he lifted my ass, sliding me toward him before throwing my legs over his shoulders.
He thrust into me hard for a few seconds from that position before his body shook and he groaned in pleasure. The feel of Deacon’s hot cum filling the condom prompted my own release. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.
As he came, he kept repeating, “I love you. I love you, Carys. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
With the wind knocked out of me, my body lay limp against Deacon’s floor as he hovered above, still inside me.
He lowered himself to kiss my neck. “Are you okay?”
I smiled. “Yes.”
He cupped my cheek before taking my mouth with his again.
Then he pulled out and stood up, showcasing his gloriously naked body, the full condom tip hanging from his cock.
He ventured to the bathroom to dispose of it, then returned to the rug. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling my body into his.
I turned to meet his face. “Do you mind if I take a shower?”
He drew me in closer. “Of course not. But on one condition.”
“What?”
“You let me take you to our favorite diner for lunch.”
I beamed. “That sounds good.”
I sat up and was just about to head to the bathroom when he wrapped his arm around my waist. “Come here,” he said, pulling me back for another kiss.
After he finally let me go, I took a long shower, relishing the masculine smell of his body wash. My insides ached in the best possible way.
Once out, I took my clothes into his room to change, where I noticed an open book face down on his desk. Down Syndrome Parenting 101. Another book sat next to it. The Everything Sign Language Book.
While I’d been stuck in limbo over whether to trust Deacon again, he’d been moving forward—learning and preparing for a life with us, whenever I was ready.
* * *
A week later, Deacon and I hadn’t spent a night apart since that day at his apartment.
One afternoon he offered to go on a Target run for me since Sunny wasn’t feeling well. She almost never got sick, but today she had a small fever.
One of the things on my lengthy, handwritten list was children’s pain reliever, since I was running out.
Deacon sent a text from the store.
Deacon: Is the generic brand really as good as the name brand?
Carys: It’s supposed to be the same thing.
The dots moved around.
Deacon: Okay.
A few minutes later, he sent another message.
Deacon: Not gonna risk it. Getting the name brand.
I smiled. The sweet and caring side beneath that masculine exterior never ceased to amaze me.
Carys: Okay.
Several minutes went by before he reached out again.
Deacon: What’s organic penis?
Carys: Huh?