A/N: This is definitely M-rated. Guys…I don't think I've ever gone quite this far before. Enjoy!
They made it as far as the wall just inside the house, Kensi backing Deeks against it once again. She kissed him deeply, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth before she pulled back with a gasp. Trailing her fingers down his bare chest, she came to a stop at the top of his shorts, thumbs teasing at the edge of his waistband, palms pressed firmly to his abs.
"I take it you're feeling better," Deeks said breathlessly, cheeks a dull pink, though she couldn't be sure it wasn't a result of his recent workout.
"Much, much better," she confirmed, eyes roving over the path her hands had tracked across his chest. "Let me show you how much."
Deeks cocked his head slightly, eyes wide as she dipped her fingers beneath his waistband, brushing over the softer skin there. He inhaled softly, and Kensi smiled, dropping to her knees.
"Kensi…?" His voice was hoarse, already so broken at they'd barely done anything. It sent another frisson of desire through her. She didn't respond to him verbally, settling on smoothing her hands down his thighs instead.
Deeks followed her every movement eagerly, head bent low. Glancing up at him, she smiled wickedly and leaned in, kissing just left of his erection, the material of his shorts thin enough she could still feel the warmth of his skin.
He groaned loudly, head falling back against the wall with an audible thump, his hands hanging loosely by his sides.
Gripping his hips, Kensi dragged her nails over his stomach, just the way he liked, and he hissed softly between his teeth. Every sound he made, the barely there thrusting of his hips only increased the tightening in her stomach and the need to squeeze her thighs together.
She took her time, knowing exactly how to wind him up without even removing his shorts. When she finally slipped her finger back under the elastic, he was gasping softly, stomach trembling faintly. Kensi peeled his shorts down swiftly, making an appreciative sound at the reveal of Deeks' erection.
Sitting back on her heals, Kensi spent a minute just admiring him. His skin here was a lighter shade than the rest of his body, laid of firm, yet still lean. Then there was the dusting of golden blonde hair that trailed down from his pelvis.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his hip.
"I think those pregnancy hormones are messing with your perception," Deeks said unsteadily. Though when glanced up, she noticed his cheeks had flushed a little more.
"I mean it, baby. You're perfect." She wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection, and Deeks jerked into her hand. "You're funny, caring, protective, and so, so beautiful." She punctuated each compliment with a slow stroke of her hand, Deeks' hips thrusting in time with her movement.
He mumbled something incoherent, eyes squeezed shut and breath reduced to an uneven pant.
"Hey, Deeks." She waited for her voice cut through the fog of his desire.
"Huh?" he responded roughly, looking down slowly, eyes glossy and dark blue with lust.
"I love you," she told him sweetly and then promptly sucked the head of his erection between her lips.
"Oh my lord," he groaned. Kensi hummed softly at his response, slowly working her way down until she enveloped him completely. He gasped again, moving in rhythm with her mouth now, hair damp and in his eyes, a flush breaking through his tanned chest, hands fisted tightly against the wall.
She briefly thought of moving one to her hair, the idea making her even wetter, but that had never been Deeks' preference.
Rising higher on her knees, Kensi moved her hands to his thighs to get a better angle and she felt his muscles tremble beneath her. She spent the next several minutes bringing him almost to the edge, then pulling back just enough, drawing the experience out for both of them.
Finally, when Deeks was gasping her name almost non-stop, hips moving in jerky little thrusts, she sped up, using every little trick she knew to send him over. His legs shook and he hoarsely shouted her name as he came.
Kensi pulled away, pressing a messy kiss above his hips bone as he slumped against the wall. "You ok?"
"Yeah, that was…" he shook his head, dragging in a ragged breath, apparently beyond words. Instead, he grabbed her hands, pulling her up against him, and kissed her roughly. Kensi leaned into it, cupping the back of his sweat-dampened head.
"You can thank me later," she murmured teasingly.
"Oh I intend to," Deeks promised fervently. "As soon as I can walk again."
A/N: I feel like I should go confess now or something. And I'm not even Catholic.
