Hope you all like this one… It's pretty explicit, so consider yourselves warned.

Chapter 10

Rayna squealed as he walked towards the stairs. "Whoa…Deacon! Put me down. I did not say you could do this!"

Deacon stopped abruptly and placed her down, planting a quick kiss on her smiling lips. "Ok. So what exactly am I allowed to do, huh?"

"Not a lot babe. Your hands will be tied tonight." She linked her fingers with his and led him upstairs to the bathroom. "First up, YOU are having a bath."

"Alone?"

"Yup. I've got things to do."

Deacon stood back watching as she bent over to fill the bath, her bare ass looking as sexy as hell. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure she had his full attention. He walked up behind, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards his hardness. Rayna stood up and turned her body to face him. "You're being a bad boy, Deacon. What am I going to do with you?"

Deacon's face lit up with that gorgeous smile, and she couldn't help but place her hands around the back of his neck and pull him towards her. "You're so damn kissable, babe. I don't know how in the hell I held back for so many years."

"Tell me about it sweetheart," he whispered tenderly, while stroking her hair. "But you were married. And you never would have been unfaithful. I love that about you."

Rayna chuckled. "I feel guilty enough that I thought about it every day though. And sometimes I had to… umm… you know… kind of deal with the frustration by myself. That was the next best thing I guess."

Deacon roared out laughing. "Mrs Claybourne! Shame on you. Oh man, that is such a great image though. You'll have to show how you did that sometime."

Rayna laughed, blushing slightly. She glanced down to check the bath then gestured at his jeans. "Strip off and hop in. I'll be back soon."

Rayna turned and left the room, leaving Deacon no choice but to bathe alone. He ached to touch her, to slide his hands over her smooth skin, but knew he'd have to hold back. He lay with his head back for a few minutes, before slipping under the water to submerge his head quickly.

The sight before Rayna's eyes as she pushed open the door made her gasp. Her magnificent husband was re-surfacing, eyes closed, hair slicked back. She stood and watched, feeling herself grow moist. It took every ounce of will power she had not to take him right then and there.

"Close your eyes, babe," she commanded from behind the partly closed door. She padded towards him and stepped into the bath. "Ok. Open."

Deacon slowly opened his eyes to the sight of his wife towering above him. "Oh fuck, baby," he gasped.

Rayna, feeling sexy and powerful, stood before him in a lace black corset and matching panties. The bra cupped her breasts with just enough cleavage to be naughty. Her navel and a hint of her stomach was visible. The panties were tiny, with a pink bow at the centre. She watched as his eyes roamed over her nearly naked body. She could sense the approval in his eyes.

She sat on the edge of the tub directly opposite him, opening her legs fractionally. She rested her elbows on her thighs, leaning slightly forward so that her hair tumbled over her shoulders.

"My God, Rayna. You're are killin' me. I dunno how I'll last the distance with you looking so fucking sexy!"

"Oh you'll go as far as I tell you to go. Come here." She wriggled a finger, beckoning him towards her.

Deacon moved slowly, crawling forward to kneel between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as she'd allow. She pushed his hair back, before grabbing his face. She felt his warm breath as he parted his lips with a gasp. She nibbled on his lip seductively. He let his fingers brush over her flushed cheek, down her fluttering throat, to linger on her collarbone. He glanced down at the swell of her breasts, grasped one and nibbled on her through the fabric.

"What's next, baby?" he asked as he lifted his eyes to meet hers. "I'm afraid I'm gonna over step the mark here?"

"Now, you follow me," said Rayna, rising and reaching out her hand. She dried them off. His arousal was obvious, which excited her even more.

"Right, off to the bedroom husband." She pulled him forward into their room and towards the bed. "Ok, lay down, baby," she murmured seductively.

Deacon lay down in the centre of the bed and watched her, going crazy with the thought of what was he was in for. He admired her pert ass and long legs as she walked away from him, towards the dresser. When she returned, his hands reached out for as she kneeled on the bed in front of him.

"No, you don't. Close your eyes," she whispered, pushing his hands back.

Deacon sighed and exhaled loudly, as he felt a blindfold slip over his eyes.

"Jesus, Ray. I…can't…"

"Shhh...sweetheart. Relax. Just lay there and enjoy the ride."

Deacon chuckled, "Oh is that what I'm getting? I like the sound of that."

"Mm…maybe later. We'll see."

He felt her climb off the bed again and could hear her pad around the room. "I need to see you," he begged.

He felt her close. "No you don't. Feeling me will be enough, babe. Do you trust me?" she whispered in his ear.

"Completely," he moaned.

She reached for his hands. "Feel this babe. Tell me what it is."

Deacon ran his hands up and down the smooth, silky material before him. "Ahh..is it a tie?"

"Yes,' Rayna whispered seductively. "But it's not just any tie. It's the one you married me in. Put your hands up."

He raised his hands to grasp the rails on the iron headboard behind him. Rayna reached past him, joining his wrists and using the strip of silk to tie him to the bed.

"Do you want me to touch you?" she whispered.

For a moment he didn't respond, but then, he slowly nodded.

"Tell me," she commanded gently. "Say the words."

Deacon bit down on his lips before whispering, "I want you to touch me, Ray."

She leaned towards his lips, and gently kissed them, just a taste. A tease.

She sprung off the bed once more. "Rayna! Jesus. What are you trying to do me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she laughed. "Right now I just need to take a moment to look at you." He looked so helpless, but oh so sexy, and totally aroused and ready for her. After devouring him with her eyes, she moved back to lean over him.

"I promised you dessert right, babe?"

"Ohh.. God, yeah."

He could sense her reaching for something beside the bed, before feeling the sensation of something warm being smeared along his lower lip. Instincts caused him to slide out his tongue, licking the sweetness on his lip slowly. Rayna couldn't help herself. She too joined in with the licking.

"What the hell is this, baby?" he asked ask they took a moment to breathe.

Rayna sat back on her feet and reached for the jar.

"'Delight your lover with this Flavored Kissable Body Topping. Let the sweet blend of aphrodisiacs and pheromones in tantalizing flavors tempt your appetite for each other,'" she read. "As you can tell, this one's chocolate. Do you like it?"

"Well, I don't think our appetites need any tempting, but, yeah babe, I love it. Have you got more?"

"Do you seriously think I'd stop there, babe?" Rayna sniggered, standing. "I'm way too overdressed though." Deacon could sense that she was removing the sexy black underwear.

"I didn't get to see you in that long enough. Not fair."

"I'll wear it again for you darlin'. Anytime you want me to."

Rayna dipped the spatula into the chocolate and took it to his mouth once more, dribbling it over his chin, his lips, and his tongue. The two of them licked it away together for endless minutes. The eroticism of the kissing was not lost on them. She never intended spending so much time on his mouth, but it was too damn sexy.

She raised herself up and studied him, laying there helpless with chocolate smeared over his mouth and scruff. It was time to move on. She dripped chocolate on his nipples and leaned forward to lick it tantalisingly slow off each one.

"Mmm…" Deacon groaned. "Can I watch you, babe?"

"Not yet. Just feel."

He felt chocolate being drizzled along his scar, her tongue following soon after. She shifted position and he tasted chocolate once more. He tugged, pulled and teased, discovering it was her nipple that the source of the sweet taste was from this time. Her taut breast got taken away before being replaced with the other.

The restraints on his wrists were making him feel out of control. "Rayna, you're driving me crazy. I need to touch you," he demanded urgently as he let go of her nipple.

"Soon, soon. Shh… sweetheart." Rayna bent towards him, her heart pounding faster. She reached for him hungrily, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his face closer, pressing her lips against his, harder, more demanding. She ran her hands along his body, now slicked with sweat.

Deacon drew in a sharp breath, as he felt her move to his cock, taking the chocolate with her. He felt a new wave of desire hit when it occurred to him that she'd oozed chocolate on his length and was licking it off. She pulled back from the base and took him deep into her mouth, back and forth, over and over. He could feel teeth scrape against him. She stopped and moved away momentarily before returning to kneel between his legs. He heard a squirt-like sound at the same time he felt something cool on the area she'd just licked.

"Rayna, what the hell is that?" he moaned, head trashing from side to side.

"It's cream, baby. I felt like a banana split." She answered before devouring him complete with chocolate and cream.

"Jesus Christ, Rayna! That feels amazing. When did you become so goddamn kinky?" he breathed hungrily.

Rayna paused from what she was doing only long enough to answer, "since I became Mrs Deacon Claybourne, babe." Only when he was free of chocolate and cream did she stop. He felt her move away from him once more, knowing by now she was getting more supplies. He waited in anticipation for her to feast once more, but instead felt her tug at the tie on his wrists, until his hands felt free.

"Deacon, sit up," she told him gently.

He moved himself into a sitting position with his back against the pillpws, hands clinging to the sheets. Rayna eased herself onto him gradually. She moaned. He moaned. They couldn't help it. Her pulse raced so fast that her heart threatened to jump out of her chest. The only sound she could hear was him, so close to her, his breath on her face, his lips pressed gently to hers.

She reached for his arms and brought them around her. "It's time, babe. Touch me." His huge hands grabbed her ass, pulling her down harder on himself. His mouth was on her throat, and Rayna heard a groan of pleasure coming deep from his own, and she shuddered.

She reached for his face to leisurely remove the blindfold. Deacon opened his eyes and they locked gazes. Rayna raised her hips again, slightly, but his eyes never left hers. She felt him trace his fingers up her legs and up over her hips before he dropped his gaze to her body. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the voluptuous, perfect breasts with their long, pink nipples, dripping with chocolate and cream. Rayna threw her head back and closed her eyes, quivering in anticipation as he sucked and licked each one clean.

She began to ride him, rocking and bouncing simultaneously. Opening her eyes slightly, Rayna looked down at Deacon. His gaze was riveted on her, his eyes dark with desire. She looked so sensual with her hair astray and traces of chocolate around her mouth, that he had a hard time staying in control. Rayna was panting heavily now, dizzy with pleasure. The waves of pleasure were building, and Rayna rode him with her head thrashing, small whimpers escaping her lips.

She couldn't hold off any longer. "Baby, I'm about to come."

"Me too, darlin'," Deacon groaned in ecstasy.

She thrust again and again, the feelings so intense they felt like they were drowning. They engulfed each other with their arms, holding each other tight, Rayna biting down on his shoulder. Then, suddenly, with a blinding intensity they screamed out together as their orgasms took them, their bodies shuddering together. She collapsed against his body, head on his shoulder, breathing on his neck. Deacon ran his hands gently over her hips and thighs.

"You ok?" she asked, her voice husky.

Deacon couldn't stop grinning. "Great," he answered breathlessly. "That sure was some dessert. I love banana splits, baby, but if you'd made me wait much longer you'd have split me right down the middle. The build-up all day was nice, but I don't think I've ever been so hard in my life." He laughed, relaxing against the pillows after the sweetest sexual release he'd ever felt

"I didn't torture you too much?" Rayna playfully asked running her fingers through his hair.

"You certainly got what you wanted. Looks like one of those damn sperm whales we saw in Mexico has been in here." He laughed again as Rayna rolled to her side of the bed, his sweet nectar mixing with hers, dripping from her loins.

"That's NASTY, babe!" Rayna laughed.

Later, as they lay in each other's arms, Rayna whispered, "Deacon?"

"Yes my love."

"Do you mind if there's a couple more rules for our honeymoon?"

Deacon pulled back his head and looked at her, perplexed. "Are you serious? Please don't tell me I have to wait til we get there. And anyway, who said you get to make all the rules?"

"No darlin', I think you'll like these rules. They're simple. The first one is that I want us to join the mile-high club on the way over…and the second is that I want us to make love on the beach and in the ocean."

"I can do that," he replied, his gorgeous eyes twinkling.