*** warning adult situations ahead****
Sorry about the delay, Uni assignments have preventing me from working on this. Hopefully after this week, will be able to focus on the next chapter and progress the story...cause you know its not the last we hear of Candy! Hope you enjoy :)
The sky outside was beginning to lighten as the world slowly prepared for a new day. The dark sky was broken up with the startling colour palette of the rising sun. Orange bled into red before blending into violet before finally washing into the remaining night sky. Street lights attempted to cast away the remaining remnants of the night. Rayna's eyes flickered in protest as a shaft of morning light broke through the blinds. Screwing her eyes tightly shut, she groaned softly as she rubbed her face against the pillow trying to delay the inevitable. Pulling the covers up higher she cracks her eyes open. Murkily she eyes the offending blinds, sighing to herself she closes her eyes once again. Rolling over, putting her back to the window, she opens her eyes once more and is greeted with a much more welcoming sight.
Deacon is lying flat on his stomach the covers slung low across his hips. His face is turned towards her with the arm closest to her stretched out and burrowed beneath her pillow. Smiling at his stretched out body, Rayna silently sighs as she watches him sleep. He looks so peaceful lying there. His even breathing indicating that he is still sleeping soundly. Her eyes caress his body. Tracing over the contours of his strong back, drinking in the beautiful golden tone of his skin, she follows the planes of his body up to his face. His face is soft in sleep. Rayna's fingers twitch with the desire to trace across his features. Features that are as familiar to her as her own. Longing to reassure herself that she wasn't dreaming she reaches out towards him. With a touch so faint, so not to wake him, she uses a finger to trace a trail from his brow bone down his strong nose and lightly caresses his lips. The tickle of her finger causes him to murmur nonsense and rub his face into the pillow before a small smile graces his lips.
Rayna smiles back at his antics. It's a rare sight for her watching him sleep as it wasn't very often that she awoke before him. He was always the early riser, teasing Rayna about her reluctance to get out of bed. Over the years, especially once she had the girls, she had been forced to deal with early starts but given a choice she would sleep until late in the morning. Shuffling closer to Deacon, she breathed in deeply the familiar scent of Deacon. A warmth washes through her as she continues to watch a sleeping Deacon. The comfort of watching Deacon sleeping contently combined with the cocoon warmth of the covers begins to makes her drowsy. Her eyes flicker shut as her mind flirts with the image of Deacon sleeping next to her again. A gentle smile graces her face as her mind finally accepts the fact that Deacon was actually lying next to her.
As she feels the pull of sleep coming towards her again, her mind casts back to times when it wasn't Deacon lying there and continues to prod until it lands on thoughts she had shoved down deeply. Her eyes fly open in panic locking once again on the man lying next to, as her breath catches. The thought that Deacon might not be with her in the future causes her heart to pound and her eyes to tear up. She bites down on her lip to prevent Deacon hearing her cry out in pain. She manages to muffle her anguished cry but her tears slowly soak into the pillow. Her breath hitches as she struggles to maintain her silence. Her mind is chanting constantly "It's not fair". Turning towards the pillow, she burrows her face into it and screams. Her screams are the screams of heartbreak, of the anguish of knowing that the love of her life is on borrowed time and of knowing that she might soon have to face a world without him in it.
Biting down on the pillow, she allows the material to absorb her pain. Wrapping her arms more tightly around it, she hugs it to her and silently cries. A small moan to her left, causes her to hold her breath. Raising her head up to look towards him, she is relieved to see that he is still sleeping soundly. Her breathing is still frantic as she struggles to get herself back under control. Wiping her eyes she takes a deep breath as she turns back towards him. All she wanted was to wrap him around her, allowing his strong body to give her the illusion that everything was alright. Moving closer to his warm body, Rayna was filled with the need to feel his body flush with hers.
Sitting up, she bit her lip as she eyed the sleeping body next to her. Slowly she moved her body so that she was straddling his prone body on all fours. Slowly she lowered herself down onto him, allowing her chest to rub up long his back while she snaked her hands under his chest. Carefully she placed all her body weight down on him. Her body was a mirrored image of his sleeping body, her legs stretched out along the top of his, her hips were in line with his and her arms were wrapped under his chest, hugging her torso flush to her. Nuzzling her nose into his hair, she breathed in deeply and embraced the feeling of being one. If she could she would sink into him, allow their skin to fuse and for her to be fully absorbed into him, that way she would never be separated from him.
The sensation of a weight pushing down on him, caused Deacon to open his eyes in confusion. He smiled into the pillow as he identified the owner of the lips nuzzling his neck. Stretching his neck out giving her greater access, he moans her name into the pillow. Her lips move down his neck and across his shoulders before tracing their path back. Biting down on the fleshy part of his neck, Rayna growls out his name. Deacon's hips thrust into the mattress in response to her desire filled voice. Her fingers clutch against his chest as she grounds her hips against his butt. Breathlessly he pants out her name again, the pillow muffling his voice. He can feel her warm breath on the back of his neck as she raises slightly off his back, only to slowly lower back again allowing her breasts to trail over his back. Moaning deeply he bits down on the pillow as his hips thrust slowly against the bed.
Working her way down to his erection, she wraps her hand around it. Her lips and teeth bit and kiss his neck, while her hand caresses his shaft. She alternatively rubs her breasts against him while her hand slowly teases him. His hips have set up their own rhythm, his breath is ragged and he pants out her name. Her hand tightens on him before letting go, breathlessly she demands that he rolls over.
Settling herself over his hips, she leans down and captures his lips. Kissing him passionately, she allows her kisses to portray her need for him. Moaning out his name against his lips, her tongue demands entrance to his mouth. Wrapping her arms around him, she pushes herself tightly against him while her lips take ownership of his. Her hips slowly rock against him as his hands rub up and down her back. Deep within her, she can feel an uncontrolled sense of panic building. The thought of losing him is adding to her growing excitement. A frantic need for him rushes through her. She has an overwhelming need to feel him wrapped around her while being connected with him. Grounding firmly against him, they both moan as their level of excitement builds. Releasing his lips, she pushes up off his chest.
Locking eyes with him, she settles her hips more firmly on his groin and sets a steady rhythm against him. Curling her fingers into his chest hairs, her tongue wets her lips as she pants his name. His hands trace up her thighs before settling on her hips. Her eyes are dark with desire as she watches his eyes dilate with lust. Grunting he thrust his hips upwards against her as he watches her hands play with her breasts. Growling with want, his fingers dig into her hips as she pinches her nipples. She can feel his erection rubbing against her, her thigh muscles quiver with anticipation. Cursing at a higher authority, he watches as her hand caress its way downwards before settling at the junction between her legs.
Kissing him deeply she wraps her hand around him. Her kiss captures the pleading groan of her name. Lifting up she slowly lowers herself onto him. Sighing against his lips at the sensation of being joined with him again she begins to move with him. Moving against each other, their lips convey everything they want to say. Breaking the kiss, Rayna sits up to watch his face. Deacon raises his knees, deepening the feel of him in her. Groaning at the new angle, Rayna leans back against his legs allowing his hands guide the thrusting of her hips. His thumb teases her as her breathing becomes more frantic. Her hands grip his thighs painfully as her desire explodes and she screams his name out. Feeling his own release building he sits up so that he can wrap his arms around her as his hips thrust against her. His lips kiss her shoulder before biting down on her neck as he explodes in her. Falling backwards onto the bed, his arms tighten around her as they both struggle to breath. She sloppily kisses him as both their hips continue to make small thrusting movements. Sucking deep breaths in, he tries to speak but all he can manage is a moan. Her nose nuzzles against his throat as she plants small kisses along his jaw. Turning towards her lips, he gently captures them while his hand cradles her head. He can feel her warm breath on his lips as they pull apart. Her finger traces the creases at the corner of his eye. Her eyes dark with yearning, deepen even further as she looks down at him with all the love in the world. Capturing his lips again, she tells him without words the depth of her love for him.
Settling against him, her breathing still ragged, her breath tickles his throat as she sighs in satisfaction. Smiling to himself, his hands caresses her back before continuing down over her butt and her thighs. He can feel her heart beating against his chest, as both their breathing starts to return to normal. He kisses the side of her head and smiles. The deepening of her breathing indicates to him that she is beginning to fallen asleep on top of him. Resting his head against hers, he gently holds her against him before closing his own eyes, embracing the feel of her against him.
The sharp trill of his phone interrupts the moment, as they both groan at the sound of it. Waving his arm around Deacon attempts to locate it without dislodging Rayna. Finally locating it he growls a greeting at the caller. Rayna listening to the one side conversation, traces the contours of his chest. Hearing him tell the caller that he will be there shortly, she props herself up on his chest and gives him a questioning look.
"George. That was George. I'm his sponsor. He had a bad night. He is struggling so I have to go and take him to a meeting." Reaching up to kiss her, his eyes express how sorry he was, "I'm sorry. You'll be here when l get back?"
"Deacon, its" peering over at the clock, "its 6 am! I'm not going anywhere…besides I don't think l am capable of movement at the moment."
With a smug look on his face, Deacon kisses her before reluctantly getting out of the bed. As he dressed he watched as Rayna wrapped herself in the bed covers and snuggled against his pillow. Her eyes struggled to remain open. Sleepily she followed him as he attempted to find the clothes he had discarded last night. Grabbing his wallet off the floor he walked over and kissed her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him.
Kissing her one more time, he whispered to her, "I'll grab breakfast for us."