A Gift To Give

Chapter 8

We spent hours talking about all of the issues. I did most of the talking but Deacon did an amazing job at listening to what I had to say, and answering in the best way he knew how. I saved the virginity topic for last. I laid everything on the table, but when I got to the last topic, I stopped, sighed, and took a deep breath. “Deacon, would you still like me, even if I tell you…” I paused, and I looked at him for the first time since I entered the room, “i-if I was still a virgin?”

Deacon jumped off the bed landing in front of me on his knees. He took my hands and met my gaze, he started, “Elise, I don’t care if you’ve never had sex. To be honest, I think it’s great, and I don’t plan to do anything that you don’t want to do. I just want you to be happy…” he stopped, giving me a smile to ease the tension, “Elise, I know I shouldn’t have let your friends get into my head, and I’ll slow down on the dates, and just spend time with you. A-a-and when my brother gets into town, I want you to meet him.”

I couldn’t tell if he was sincere or trying to say the things I needed to hear just to put us back into a good spot. “Do you mean it,” I asked. He nodded, stood up, then kissed me on the forehead. I reached up and touched his cheek tenderly. I crawled up the bed and propped myself up on my pillow, then patted the spot next to me, inviting Deacon to lay next to me. Deacon laid down and reached for my free hand. I could tell he was nervous about how to proceed with how he touched me. He no longer wanted to rush me into something that I knew nothing about.

The only thing that I didn’t tell him was that if he was serious about everything he said, then I would like to at least try to get there with him. Sooner rather than later, so I initiated this time. I started by getting out of the bed, locking my door, then slowly crawling the length of the bed to him. At first he was confused, then asked, “Are you sure you want to do that? I mean you just said that you’ve never done anything like this, and now you’re trying to start it like you never even talked to me.”

I hovered over him, and shushed him. “Deacon, if you are wholeheartedly sure and mean the things you say, then I would like to share this gift with you,” I said softly. I straddled his hips, and pulled my shirt off. Instinctively, his hands flew to my waist. I shivered under his touch. His warm, rough hands felt heavenly against the soft, smooth skin of my hips and back. I managed to get my shorts off, even though it wasn’t very sexy. I peeled Deacon’s shirt off of him, then unbuckled his belt off his jeans.

He lowered his jeans down, slowly wiggling them off of his legs, and then we stopped and looked at each other - almost naked at this point. We took each other's frames in, feeling every detail of each other's bodies. I leaned into him and kissed him passionately, and his hips started to move forward against me. I could feel a bump forming under his boxers. I lined my fingers around the rim of his boxer and pulled them down, after I pulled off my panties and slowly lowered myself.

He shook his head as if to stop me, then did this silly little thing by bringing his hand up to his mouth, licking it, then reaching down to his member and stroking himself. He rubbed the tip against me, which sent more sensations through my body, and I felt myself getting warm between my legs. I let out a small moan, and Deacon’s body reacted by trying to push himself in. Once inside, he began thrusting, and it wasn’t as rough as I thought it would be. The different sensations pulsing through my body made my mind go blank, then, what I could only chalk up to instinct, kicked in.

Deacon covered me in a barrage of kisses as he rolled me over; he was now on top of me. He sped the thrusting up slowly, then when the sensations felt like they were too much, he slowed back down. It was like he was teasing me, and I looked into his eyes, as he gave me a smirk. He had his own tactics as well. The more he teased me right when I was at the edge the more I dug my nails into his back. Our moans became more and more, as well as our panting.

The last time he had sped up, he pushed me over the edge, as cries of pleasure escaped my mouth. Sensations danced all throughout my body, and continued as I could tell that Deacon was about to jump over the same edge. His moans became more and more until he gave a small grunt, and I knew he had finished. He collapsed on top of me, our panting began matching each other’s. He still kept running his hands over my body, and continued to kiss me as he relaxed himself.

“I really do hope this was okay with you, Elise.” he panted out, “I didn’t want to do something you weren’t ready for.” I smiled at him, and then giggled.

“That was probably the most fun I have ever had in my life,” I returned. I kissed him back, then he rolled off of me. Cold air coated my sweat slicked body, then I got up and went into the bathroom; I turned around and called out to Deacon, “would you like to join me in the shower. I mean, you’re already naked.” He cocked his head at me, sat up and a sultry chuckle passed his lips. He nodded then followed me off the bed into the shower.

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Another week had passed, only two more days until Deacon would have to go back to his house, because his brother would be coming into town. I asked Deacon if we could take a ride on his motorcycle to the coffee shop, and his eyes widened, “ I thought we weren’t doing dates anymore?”

“Technically, I said less dates, not zero dates,” I snickered. He obliged and we walked over to his bike across the street. We drove into town to his coffee shop and walked inside. I could feel Deacon’s body get cold as I saw the most beautiful face from across the room. A dark haired man was sitting in one of the booths, and Deacon let go of my hand and crossed the room in mere seconds.

“What the hell are you doing here so early,” he said loudly in his face. I stood in the doorway shocked, because I hadn’t seen him so worked up; not even when Noah showed up and crashed our date. I crossed the room cautiously, since this was a different side of him I had not seen before, and placed my hand on his shoulder.

“Elise, this is my brother, his name is Hunter, you remember him, right,” he started, the tone of his voice not changing, “well he’s here early.”