Page 55 of Manhattan Kiss

I nod. It feels like I’m agreeing to some kind of deal where he gets to own a part of me.

Maybe I am.

Before I can think about it too much, he scoops me off my feet and heads to my bedroom. “You’re way too wound up to come standing up.”

He sets me down on the bed and I watch as he sets to work stripping off his clothes. I reach behind myself to undo my dress, but a simple shake of the head from Deacon and I drop my hands.

“Undressing you is my job,” he says. “All you need to do is exactly what I say. Do you hear?”

My head tips back at his words and I work to steady my breathing.

He chuckles. “You’re not going to know your own name by the time I’m done with you.”

I believe him. I’m desperate for him to touch me again.

As he slides down his trousers, I shift up the bed at the sight of his cock. It’s huge. And so hard, flat against his toned torso.

I look back up at him, panic racing through me.

“It’s going to feel good. Trust me.”

And I do trust him.

But I’m also grateful I’m not at work tomorrow. It’s going to take me a minute to recover.

He approaches the bed and leans over me, so I’m lying on my back.

“I want to see everything,” he says, working his hand up my thigh. He pulls at my underwear and manages to remove them in some kind of magic move. Then his hands are on me, and my back arches as his fingers slide into me again. Relief courses through my body.

“Keep looking at me,” he says. “I need to know how everything feels for you, and I can see it in your eyes.” He drops a sweet kiss on my lips and then, like he can’t pull back without more, he pushes his tongue into my mouth, swiftly claiming me.

He groans and then stops. “No,” he says, almost to himself. “I need to see you come.”

It’s not going to take long. He has magic in those fingers of his. I don’t know what he’s doing, but his touch leaves me breathless and desperate.

I feel myself teetering on the brink of orgasm within seconds and I grab at his wrist.

“Deacon,” I cry out.

“Let it happen. This time. I might not let you come so easily next time, so take your pleasure while you can.”

I don’t know if it’s his words or his fingers, but I’m lost. I step off the cliff and fall into oblivion. I don’t know which way is up. My orgasm engulfs me, so strong and powerful that I don’t recognize it as anything I’ve ever felt before.

When I open my eyes, Deacon is staring at me.

He nods his approval. “Next time, I want you to keep your eyes open.”

Wetness renews between my legs, and I nod.

He slides his fingers out of me and puts them to his lips. He groans as he licks them clean. “Delicious,” he says. “Every part of you is delicious.”

We’ve barely been inside my apartment and I’m ready for my second orgasm.

I reach across to touch him and he shifts away from me, then pulls my dress from my body, leaving me entirely naked.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Aurora. You’re so beautiful.”

Even though I’m sure Deacon can choose to fuck twenty-year-olds with perfect bodies, I do feel perfect under his gaze. His cock rears as his gaze travels up and down my body, like he’s trying to decide where to start with me.