*** Warning Adult situations*** Please skip this chapter, if you don't like reading such things. Those that do, read and enjoy.
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Rayna cut his response off as she kissed him silent. Deacon could feel her smile against his lips as she kissed him. Tangling his fists in her hair, he pulled her closer into him while pressing her against the door. He counted his blessing knowing that he had this wonderful woman, not only in his life, but in his arms. His tongue duelled with hers, as they both moaned at the sensation. He could taste the lingering essence of the wine she had drank earlier in the evening. The taste of her mouth was more intoxicating than any alcohol he had ever drank and twice as addictive. Now that he finally had her back in his life, he was never go to give her up again. He would do anything for her, she was his moon and stars. He had seen what his life was like without her in it and he was terrified of trying to exist without her again. Tightening his hold on her, his hands trailed down her back. Cupping her butt cheek, he lifted her slightly giving himself more access to her delicious mouth.
Rayna groaned at the feel of his strong hands on her body. Wrapping one of her legs around his leg, she pulled him firmer against her. Her hands cupped the side of his head while her thumbs caressed his cheeks. His tongue massaged hers, eliciting soft whimpers from her. All those years with Teddy had made her forget how it felt to be kissed so passionately by someone you loved deeply. Deacon could always make her forget everything but his kiss. The taste of him on her tongue sent a rush of warmth through her, pulling herself tight against him she growled deep within her throat.
Desperate for breath they break their kiss, though their fingers continued to stroke each other's face. Their eyes are dark with desire as their warm breath teases their kiss swollen lips. Kissing his way along her jaw, Deacon's lips softly capture hers again. The gentle weight of his lips, peppering tender kisses on hers is almost enough to make her weep. The stubble of his jaw sends tingles through her as her fingers scrap over it. Dropping her hands down to his chest, she pushes against him and slowly moves them away from the door. Her hands scramble to find the bottom of his t-shirt. Sighing in relief as her fingers encounter the warmth of his skin, Rayna snakes her hands up under his shirt.
Groaning at the feel of her hands on his chest, Deacon walks them slowly towards the battered couch gracing the corner of the office. His fingers make short work of the buttons of her shirt. Pushing it off her shoulders, his lips feasted on the newly exposed skin. Spinning her around Deacon pulled her onto his lap as he fell back onto the couch. Rayna laughed at their ungraceful landing onto the couch. Looking down at his face, Rayna is struck by how lucky she is to have him back in her life. Knowing that he loved her so deeply that he lived on hope and the essence of friendship all those years. Tears welled in her eyes, as her fingers traced the face she loved beyond belief. This was the face she wanted to see when she went to sleep and the first thing she saw every morning.
"Hey, Ray?"
His voice, full of concern, matched the worry reflected in his blue eyes.
Rayna gave him a smile, indicating she was ok before reassuring him with a kiss. Moaning deeply, Rayna welcomed the feel of her chest pressed firmly against him. Flinging her shirt off, she wrapped her arms back around him, pulling them snug against each other. Deacon's hands cupped her shoulder blades as their kiss deepened. Rayna's hips rocked slowly against him, slowly building the tension in them both. Their ragged breath broke the silence of the room. Deacon kissed along her collar bone, nipping gently at her skin. The feel of his stubbled jaw and his teeth on her skin, caused Rayna to groan loudly. Leaning back, she braced herself against his thighs as Deacon kissed his way down to her breasts. His mouth sucked on one of her nipples through the satin of her bra, while one hand massaged her other breast. Her hips pushed down against the solidness of him trapped beneath the denim of his jeans. Biting down on her erect nipple, Deacon chuckled at the scream of wanting Rayna uttered. Switching to the other breast, he proceeded to torture her with exquisite delight. Flinging her head back, she panted as Deacon's ministrations bought her close to ecstasy. Slipping an arm around her back, Deacon added support to her shaky arms. Pulling herself upright, Rayna frantically pulled his t-shirt off him. Cupping his face with both of her hands, she kisses him deeply. They both groan as they revel in the feel of being skin to skin, as their hips gyrate against each other. Squeezing her thighs around his hips, Rayna slams herself against his hardness. Wanting more but unwilling to break their kiss, Rayna growls in frustration.
Deacon's hands squeeze her buttocks, pulling her against him. Slipping his fingers beneath the satin of her underwear he cups the twin globes of creamy skin, encouraging the grinding of her hips. Her warm breath against his ear, is intercepted with breathless moans of his name. Trailing his hands over the satin expanse of her thighs, his fingers lovingly skim over her sensitive inner thighs. Rayna gasped at the feel of his hands so close to where she wanted them the most. Lacing her fingers behind his head she dips her head to kiss him, while settling her hips firmly on the solidness of him. Deacon moans into her mouth at the feel of her weight against him, thrusting his hip up against her he is rewarded with a muffled whimper.
Unable to restrain herself, Rayna's hip gyrate of their own accord against him again. Her lips devour his, eliciting mutual groans of pleasure as their hips dance against each other attempting to find a release. Deacon palms the skin of her inner thighs, his fingers dancing softly over her entrance. Whimpering his name, Rayna grounds herself against his fingers. Her voice, dripping with want, begs for him to continue. Deacon's lips release hers and travels along her jaw. Flicking her hair off her face, Rayna twists her fingers in his hair as he sucks on the skin at the back of her neck. Licking the sweat off her neck, Deacon kisses the red mark he left marking his territory. Working his way down her neck, he alternates between gentle kisses and playful nips on her skin. The feel of his lips worshipping her and the teasing of his fingers over her sensitive nub is making it hard for her to breathe. The familiar tingle commences in her toes, as the warm flush rushes through her body. Deacon bites down on her erect nipple, causing her to scream in delight.
Wanting to get as close as possible to him, Rayna fumbles with the buckle of his belt. Cursing under her breath, she abandons her attempt and slams herself against him. Wanting the release that is threatening on the horizon, she implores Deacon to give it to her. Her hips are moving uncontrollably against him, undulating and retreating before grinding against him. Deacon growls around her captive breast at the feel of her against him. His hands grip her thighs as she rises, only to spread her thighs further apart as she descends again, positioning her overly sensitive bundle of nerves on a collision course with his trapped hardness. Moaning loudly at the sensations running through her, Rayna flings her head back as Deacon once again grips her thighs pulling them wider. Her hands brace her against his chest as the both groan at the feelings building within them. Clasping her thighs tightly, Deacon slightly tips her backwards while pushing her thighs apart. She is no longer in control of her body, imploring his name loudly all Rayna is conscious of is the need for her release. She can feel it building in her, can taste the exquisite moment where everything fades to black while being painted with the most vibrant colours ever. Deacon has always been the only one who can deliver such a wonderfully violent reaction out of her. Like a drug addict she needs this release, she craves it.
From the depth of her consciousness, Rayna is aware of a noise coming from outside the room. Stilling her movements slightly, her eyes meet Deacon's as they both try to silence their breathing. Holding her breathe she waits as she listens for the noise again. They both turn their heads slowly towards the noise. Flicking her eyes at him, she silently asks if he hears it as well. Resting his head against her forehead, Deacon curses at the knocking on the door. Pulling back, his eyes beg her to ignore the noise, convinced that they will soon leave when no one answers. Slowly grinding himself against her, Deacon encourages her to return her attention back to them. Kissing him, Rayna smiles against his lips as his hands squeeze her waist in thanks. A louder knock, followed by a voice imploring her name elicits curses from them both.
"Rayna? Rayna?"
"Oh for god's sake" Rayna's voice betraying her level of frustration at the owner of the voice.
Detangling herself off his lap, Rayna begins looking around for her clothing,
Pushing her skirt back down from where it had risen onto her waist, Rayna hisses at Deacon, "Can you answer the door?"
Deacon looked up at her from his position on the couch. Holding his head in his hands, he was trying to control both his anger and subdue his passion.
"Um, unless you want me to either punch them or horrify them probably not a good idea Ray"
Slipping her arms into her shirt, Rayna halted her movements to frown at Deacon.
"What?"
Standing up, Deacon directed his eyes downwards towards his crotch. Arching an eyebrow at her, he wordlessly explained his dilemma.
Rayna mouthed "Oh" before walking towards the door on shaking legs. Smoothing her hands over her hair, she prayed that her appearance wouldn't give away what was interrupted.
Cracking open the door, she pasted her 'stage smile' on as she greeted the door knocker.
"Markus, what a surprise."