***Warning adult situations****
Deacon continued to silently watch Rayna as she moved around the bathroom. Smiling to himself, he thought back to the memory of their first meeting. It wasn't long after that that Rayna got thrown out of home by Lamar after he discovered her sneaking out of the house to perform at a club. After staying with Tandy for a couple of weeks, Rayna moved into a spare room at Watty's. She was forced to grow up quickly as she struggled to juggle performing and attending school. After her father threw her out, she decided to go by her mother's maiden name. When she got her first paying job performing at the Pig and Whistle bar, Deacon was the person Rayna Jaymes first called.
By this stage Deacon was completely infatuated with her. He would invent excuses to spend time with her, often dropping by Watty's to ask her advice on a song he had just written. He was by her side to celebrate her first paying job, and was him that she confided in that she was dropping out of school. Most nights, after their performances, they would end up lying next to each other on the bonnet of his pickup truck, telling each other secret dreams and desires for their future. On the night of her 17th birthday Deacon listened as Rayna outlined her plan for her future. She had it all worked out. Turning to face him, she stated that she was going to be a huge star and that he was going to be a part of it. Before he could protest, she claimed his heart as hers when she gave him the sweetest kiss he had even known. From that point onwards they were inseparable. Deacon tried to split his time between performances with Beverley and Rayna, but it was getting harder and harder. After a massive fight with Beverley, resulting in her returning to Natchez, Deacon embraced his relationship with Rayna, both professionally and personally.
Deacon stood up and made his way over to Rayna. Standing behind her, he placed his hands on her hips and whispered in her ear,
"Ray"
Leaning back onto his chest, she rested her head against his shoulder as she sighed.
"I'm sorry. I know l shouldn't let her get to me but…."
"You have nothing to apologise for."
Deacon wrapped his arms around her, bringing her more firmly against his body while his lips found her neck. Rayna stretched her neck, giving him greater access, while she toyed with the hairs on his arms. Breathing deeply she welcomed the safety being in his arms always gave her. Nuzzling her check against his hair, she smiled at their reflection. His hands had wormed their way under her singlet, his fingers tracing soothing patterns over her stomach.
"She is just lashing out at you. She wants to believe that it was you that put an end to her dreams, that it wasn't her own decision to stay in Natchez after you gave us the opportunity to leave." His lips never left her skin as he offered his explanation.
Rayna reached behind her and ran her fingers through his hair, her breathing growing more rapid as his fingers ventured closer and closer to her breasts.
Breathlessly she exclaimed,
"I know…. I'm just terrified that I will say the wrong thing and she will refuse to go through with the donation. I want to place my faith in her, but I'm scared."
Looking up at their reflection, Deacon's eyes locked with hers.
"I'm scared too but whatever happens we are here together and that gives me all the hope in the world."
Capturing her lips, he proceeded to show her how much having her here with him meant. Rayna moaned deep into his mouth as she attempted to swivel in his arms. He stilled her as he continued to plunder her mouth. The intoxicating taste of her on his tongue was enflaming his desire. She was like oxygen to a dying fire. If left unattended their desire for each other was liable to consume them both. He groaned as her buttocks grounded against his groin. His hands cupped her breasts, gently massaging them.
Struggling to breathe, Rayna panted as she felt a hunger growing in her. Her eyes were dark with desire as she watched in the mirror Deacon's hands teasing her nipples under her top. The familiar warmth of lust radiated out from deep with her. Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she groaned out loud while thrusting her chest deeper into his hands. His lips caressed her neck, his warm breathe enflaming her flushed skin. She cursed as Deacon's fingers found their way into her pants and began teasing her sensitive bud. She rubbed her buttocks against the growing bludge in his boxer shorts. Widening her stance giving him greater access, she traced her hand down his arm, disappearing along with his into her pants. Her hand showed him what she wanted, while her lips show him her longing for him. Their hips rocked together as his fingers brought her closer to the edge.
Their eyes, deep with a hunger for each other, watched themselves in the mirror. Deacon's fingers simultaneously twisted her nipple and applied a delicious pressure down on her core. The combination was overwhelming and she felt her knees giving way as the waves of release washed over her. Her hands blindly searched out the edge of the bathroom cabinet as she collapsed forward. Deacon slowed his ministrations on her, allowing her ride out the small explosions still gripping her body. His hips rubbed against her in time with his fingers trapped in between her legs. She was by no means a prude in bed, but Deacon was the only man who had this effect on her. He was able to get her to drop her guard, resulting in them being sprung in compromising positions over the years.
His fingers were relentless, and she could feel her yearning slowly building again. Sucking in large lungful of air, she breathlessly gasped his name. Removing his hand from her pants, he pushed her singlet up and off her. She braced her arms on the cabinet as he gripped her hips, stilling them as he ground himself against her. His fingers gripped her flesh as he set up a steady rhythm. His large hands gripped her breasts, massaging them while his lips nipped at the back on her neck. Her breathing was erratic as she gave up control of her body over to him. Deacon gripped her hip with one hand, the other finding its position again between her legs. He slammed his hips against her as he bit down on her neck. Her fingers gripped the edge of the basin, her eyes locking with his in the mirror. His fingers made their way deeper, teasing her before plunging into her warmth.
"Fuuuuuuu" Rayna pushed herself against his hand. Groaning deeply, her hips moved in conjunction with his fingers. His thumb circled the bundle of nerves, bringing her to the edge of the cliff before backing off. Her arms trembled as they struggled to hold her upright, her whole body was kindling ready to explode. Deacon's hips pushed her own against his fingers, sparking bursts of explosions within her. Releasing her grip on the basin, she reached one arm behind her to grip his hip while the other tangled in his hair. Pulling in time with his thrusting hips. Her lips were parted as she struggled to breathe. Her breasts bounced every time Deacon pushed up against her. His eyes were black with lust as he took in the sight of her in the mirror. From the wanton look on her face to the way her chest thrusted upwards and the painful pull of his hair. He slammed his hips against her butt cheeks, pushing her flush against the bathroom cabinet. Overcome with want, he bit down once again on her neck. Groaning against her skin, Deacon pressed down on her bundle of nerves wanting to hear her gasp his name again. He could feel the building quivers of desire in her as her pool of warmth gripped his fingers.
"Deeeeeeeaaacccccooonnnnn…ggggooooddd!"
He smiled wickedly against her neck, as she pushed her hips back against his. He loved seeing her lose control like this. Her eyes were slammed shut as she rode out her organism, rocking her hips against his hand. Opening her eyes, she watched as he removed his hand from between her legs. Turning her head to the side, she kissed him passionately. Their tongues duelled with each other, their breathe heavy with desire. Releasing his lips Rayna struggled to control her breathing as Deacon's hands roamed over her body. He lovingly traced over her curves, his fingertips worshipping her body. Her heart pounded in her chest as the feeling of being cherished washed over her. His fingers were barely touching her but they were fuel to her flames of her desire. Her senses were on the verge of being overloaded. She could feel his desire pressing up between her butt cheeks while his fingers were setting her skin aflame. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, wanted to feel alive with him pressing against her.
Rubbing against his erection, she breathlessly whispers,
"Deacon"
Her hands grip his moving hips flush against her. Their eyes fasten upon each other in their reflection as he whispers in her ear,
"Ray"
His voice was dripping with desire as his fingers gripped the edge of her pants. Biting down on her lip, she smothers a moan. Her nipples were painfully erect aching to feel his calloused hands on them again. Her skin tingled with anticipation, her hunger for him slowly engulfing her as she watched him slowly lowering her pants to the ground. His fingers slowly trail back up her legs, his eyes never leaving her glaze. Bracing her arms on the cabinets, she leant forward panting with desire. Cupping his hand between her legs, he worked his fingers until she was squirming under his teasing fingers ministrations. Continuing upwards his large hands cupped her sensitive breasts. Squeezing them together, Deacon gripped and releases until she is gasping open mouthed for breathe. Rayna whimpers loudly as he pinches her nipples, her hips pushing back against his erection. She rubs her butt against him, enflaming his want for her.
He squeezes her breasts tightly as he struggles to maintain control. Her hips are relentless as they grind and rub against him, her hands frantically reaching behind her to hold him firmly against her. She is chanting his name softly as he toys with her nipples. Their eyes are dark with yearning for each other. Releasing his hips, she leans forward gripping the cabinet in front of her. Her eyes imploring him to release her from this exquisite torture. Gripping her hips tightly, he encourages her to widen her legs as she leans forward, dropping her head down be between her arms. Licking her lips, her eyes full of desire, she exhales deeply as she feels him sliding slowly into her.
The feeling of her gripping him almost undoes him. Breathlessly he sighs her name as he slowly begins moving. Her breath is ragged as she feels the tingling sensation of ardour building within her. His fingers grip her hips painfully as he slams into her. She closes her eyes as the sensations begin to crash over her, overwhelming her with their intensity.
His arms are braced alongside hers, as his hips move of their own accord. Breathing in deeply, she welcomes the feeling of being enclosed by him. Tossing her head side to side she moans loudly into his bicep. His hips slam relentless against her, her whole body is alight with desire. Squeezing shut her eyes she explodes. Her release sending spasms throughout her body. Her lips fasten against his arm, sucking on his skin as her body continues to convulse around him. Deacon wraps his arm around her as her own give way. Her body cushioned between his arm and chest trembles with bursts of aftershocks. Deacon's hip frantically thrust against her seeking his own release. Panting against her neck, his chest teases the damp skin of her back with every thrust sending shivers of desire through her body. Exclaiming her name loudly in her ear, his hips thrust one final time before he collapses on top of her. His weight pins them both down on top of the cabinet as his hips slow, they both struggle to breathe. Kissing along her shoulders Deacon savours the sweaty taste of her skin. Finding her lips he wordlessly expresses his love for her.
Tightening his arm around her, he lifts them both off the bathroom cabinet where they had crashed. Turning her gently around, Deacon pushes the hair off her face. His eyes full of concern, needing reassurance that she is okay. Rayna reaches up a shaking hand to caress his face. Her eyes bristle with tears. She didn't think it was possible to love him any deeper but every day she discovers that it is possible. Placing gentle kisses on his lips she soothes his worried look away. Her fingers trace his features, his face was permanently tattooed on her heart. Her heart would be his until the end of her days.
Rayna wraps her arms around his neck, bringing her lips flush against his ear. Whispering,
"I don't think l can move."
Laughing, Deacon wraps his arms around her middle and lifts her up. Peppering her lips with gentle kisses, he walks them slowly into their bedroom.
This is potentially the final chapter of this story. I am planning a new story to deal with Season 4 (at the moment the working title is: Merry Go Round of Love).
Thank you for sticking with me and my story. Let me know what you liked/didn't like or if there is something you want to see more of in the next story. I appreciate your reviews and feedback.