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Chapter 9

"Go and take a bath, Ray," Deacon whispered as they entered the cabin. He pulled her close and kissed her seductively. "But don't take too long."

Rayna's eyes moved to meet Deacon's, a rosy flush over her cheeks. "Ok. I'm looking forward to this. I'll be back soon."

Rayna took her time. She was feeling relaxed now, and eager for the feel of Deacon's big, strong hands on her skin. She dried off, spraying some of his favorite scented perfume at the base of her throat. She padded back downstairs, breathing deeply with excitement.

"I'm all yours," she smiled as she entered the living room.

Deacon, laying back on the sofa strumming his guitar, lifted his eyes to meet hers.. And then he just stopped, staring. Rayna stood in the doorway, naked. Her hair flowed about her shoulders, resting lightly on the curve of her breasts. For a long moment they stayed still, anticipation shimmering through them. Deacon felt his gaze wander over her body, admiring her smooth skin and slim build.

"You are so goddamn beautiful," he said as he stood and crossed the room to her. He took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. "Come with me, babe."

He took her hand and led her to stand in front of the dimly lit fire. He'd spread a sheet on the floor over the shaggy rug. He placed his hands on her hips and drew her in for a seductive kiss. "Lay down on your stomach, baby. I'll be right back."

Rayna lay with her head down. She couldn't see him, lying as she was, but she could hear the sudden sound of background music, and him moving around the room. She sensed him kneel beside her on the rug. "Are you comfortable?" He asked.

Rayna lifted her head and smiled. "Mm, babe."

She lay her head back down, and, with her eyes closed, found herself thinking about how sexy Deacon looked in his jeans and Tee.

Deacon moved quietly, before rubbing massage oil between his hands. And that's when he touched her. A faint touch at first. Rayna stifled a moan as she felt his hands and fingers press the oil into her skin. His hands felt so warm and strong, as they moved along Rayna's back. He knew her body so well, and seemed to know all the places that she longed to be touched. "Ahh.. Deacon. This is incredible," she purred.

Deacon remained silent, enjoying the image of his gorgeous wife glistening with oil before him. He squeezed more into his palms before moving to the soft flesh of her buttocks, kneading back and forth. He caressed her deeply, along her thighs and down to her calves, and back again. His fingers seemed to linger on her thighs.

Rayna's breathing quickened and her heart pounded. Suddenly she didn't feel quite so relaxed any more. Her senses became heightened as she became all too aware of the areas Deacon was touching. His expert fingers moved up to her shoulders, squeezing firmly. He spread out her arms to rub the oil all the way down to her finger tips.

He ran his hands through Rayna's hair, before gently massaging her head. He lifted her hair up and reached down to blow on the back of her neck. Her body shivered. She felt herself losing control. She tried to tell herself to calm down.

And then Deacon asked her to turn over.

Rayna turned over, her body trembling. Their eyes locked, intensely aware of the desire burning in each other's reflection. Deacon hungrily looked her body up and down, his gaze full of admiration at her beautiful firm breasts, her pink nipples tightly aroused. She reached out to place a hand on his bicep.

"No, Rayna," he stopped her. "I am massaging YOU."

Deacon filled his palms once again with oil. He moved his hands over her full breasts. Softly at first, and then more tenaciously. Rayna closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure. The oil over her nipples was such a turn on. He was such a turn on. She bit her lip before opening her eyes.

"Deacon, you're too overdressed. Take your shirt off for me."

He reached behind to pull it over his head, exposing his perfect upper body for her to feast her eyes on. His erection was straining against his already tight jeans.

"You're perfect. I love you," she breathed.

He pressed a finger to her lips. "Shh.. relax my love."

Deacon's hands continued to work their magic, travelling from her breasts to her stomach, and then lower. Rayna lifted her hips to meet his fingers, but they skimmed right over, down the length of her legs. Rayna moaned with pleasure and the need for something more… And then Deacon, feeling the same need, enclosed his mouth over her breast while pinching the other between his fingers. His teeth and tongue teased, gently caressing and nipping at her taut nipples.

Rayna lifted her head to hold his head against her breasts. "No, my naughty wife. I'm giving you a massage, remember?" He pushed her hands back above her head, draped a leg over her before climbing on to straddle her. The sight of him upon her wearing nothing but jeans was incredibly arousing and extremely sexy. He leaned forward, holding her hands with one hand, and caressing her fabulous breasts with the other.

Deacon leaned forward and placed his mouth on hers. His lips and tongue were not gentle, but needy. Rayna could feel his hands on her breasts caressing and squeezing, before suddenly moving his mouth to her breasts once more.

"Deacon, I want more. I need to feel you everywhere," she gasped.

She felt his hands slide lower, while grabbing handfuls of the sheet underneath her. He planted kisses along her stomach, causing her to groan.

"Mmm," he moaned, gently teasing her. Lowering his head further, he kissed the inside of her knees, moving his way up to her thighs.

His hand reached under her hips and lifted her up, giving him access to her moist pink centre. A groan escaped from his lips as gazed at Rayna's pussy, wet from need. She cried out, bucking her hips and opening herself up to him. His tongue plunged deep, causing Rayna to rear up and scream out.

Rayna knew she couldn't hold off much longer. She knew that Deacon felt the same desire and once again felt a pang of guilt over making him wait.

"Baby, make love to me. I need you to right now."

Deacon stopped and looked up, before moving to lay alongside her. He kissed her tenderly, his hand still roaming up and down the length of her body. She could feel how aroused he was against her thigh. She arched herself up, attempting to entice him to reach for her sex.

"No Rayna. I ain't doin' that. I can wait for another couple of hours. And for that matter… so can you!" He laughed into her mouth before greedily kissing her again.

"Deacon! No! You can't do that to me!"

"I can and I will baby. You've been doin' it to me all day. Frustrating huh?"

Rayna tipped her head back and screwed up her eyes, trying not to smile. "That is so not fair. I told you it's different for me!"

He brought his hand up to caress her pouting face.

"But just as difficult, baby. Trust me, you'll thank me later. Besides, you were only meant to get a massage… nothing more."

Rayna stayed pouting on the sheet for several minutes after Deacon's rejection. He only smirked as he went to the kitchen sink to wash the massage oil from his hands.

He returned, picking up his Martin to resume the strumming from prior to the massage. Doing his best to ignore his naked wife sprawled on the floor just inches from his feet, he resumed the melody he'd been working on.

"I guess I'll go shower again to wash all this oil off." She said as she slowly and deliberately rose, naked and glimmering, covered in oil in front of him.

He continued to strum, only his eyes travelled up and down her slender body, glistening in the setting sun as it came through the sheer window coverings.

"You do that, my love." He laughed, never missing a string as he continued his guitar playing.

"You don't want to join me?" She inquired, a bit disappointed with his reaction to her nakedness.

"Not this time." He barely looked up, doing his best to focus on his song as she stood toe to toe with him.

"Your loss." She tried to keep the irritation from her voice as she disappeared into the bedroom.

Once the water was running, Deacon sat the guitar down. He leaned his head against the back of the couch, taking a deep breath.

"Deacon, you're a dead man!" He thought to himself as he tried to level out his breathing and resist the urge to follow Rayna into the shower for a sweet release of the day's sexual frustration.

The water stopped. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep as he listened to Rayna pad back down the hall towards him.

She rummaged around in the kitchen for a bit, purposely making enough noise to wake him, but he continued his sleeping game.

"What would you like for dinner?" She finally asked, irritated that he could possibly be asleep with the sexual tension between them.

"DEACON!" she raised her voice.

"Wh..what, baby?" he happily asked, faking now awake, and amused by her irritation.

"Whatever you wanna make, Ray. I'm looking more forward to dessert!" He licked his lips, a habit that drove Rayna crazy.

"I was beginning to think maybe you didn't want 'dessert' tonight!" She smirked knowing she had his attention again.

"Just trying to slow the anticipation, baby! That's all. …and there will be 'dessert' in the Claybourne household every night." He laughed finally looking towards the kitchen.

"Fuck, Ray! You are relentless!" He quickly joined her at the stove.

She was still naked, except for an apron, which read "Will cook for sex."

He wrapped his arms around her at the stovetop, but not before pulling the tie loose, leaving her behind naked. He pressed his body against her. She could feel him hard against her ass.

"I think the 'anticipation' is still there, babe." She laughed knowing she had him.

She turned in his arms. He pressed against her sex, his erection throbbing after a day of trying his best to hold back.

She gently caressed his face. "You are one gorgeous man, Mr. Claybourne!" she gave him a quick peck on the lips leaving him wanting more.

"Yeah, you're pretty damn gorgeous yourself, Mrs. Claybourne!" he whispered breathily as he lifted the apron over her head, leaving her naked in front of the stove.

"I'm sorry I asked you to shave for the wedding. I've missed this 'Rugged Terrain' the past couple of days." She laughed as she continued to caress his face.

"Rugged Terrain, huh?" he laughed.

"Well, I know I said I'd play by your rules today, and I have. The sun has gone down over blue ball mountain, Mrs. Claybourne! This rugged terrain could use some climbing! Fuck dinner! I'm ready for dessert!" He practically growled as he swept her into his arms, and off to their bedroom.