Chapter 11
Walking away from Pippa at the end of the night is getting tougher and tougher.
It’s taking every ounce of control I have not to pounce on her the second I get her alone.
But I want to show her that I’m a good man—one who’s not just after her for sex. If I get this right, we’ll have a lifetime together.
It’s also way too early to be thinking like that, but from the moment Pippa walked back into my life, I was a goner.
So, the other reason for holding back is because I don’t want to freak her out.
She’s told me all about her crush on me, but that was a long time ago and we were both kids.
Tonight is different. Tonight is when I make my move because I don’t just want Pippa on my arm, I want her in my bed.
She hasn’t been to my place before, so I’m pulling out all the stops.
I’m going to wine and dine her, and ask her to spend the night with me.
The ghosts of our past still linger—I can’t pretend they don’t. Lucas betrayed our friendship, and that had a devastating impact on my family. It wasn’t just Mum and Dad. Words were said that broke me at the time.
I’m still not sure how I navigate through that, but for Pippa’s sake, I have to try. Lucas will be a part of her life no matter what, but I’m head over heels for his sister now, which I never saw coming.
I do my best not to clock watch, but it’s hard when all I want is to be with her. We both left the office at five, so we’re eating a little later than usual to give her time to go home and get ready. Not that I wanted her to.
I wanted to take her home and never let her go.
But in typical Pippa fashion, it’s right on seven when she arrives.
I take a deep breath before opening the door, and she’s right there with a big smile on her face. Before my nerves get the better of me, I draw in close, wrap an arm around her waist, and pull her into the room.
“Hi.”
Her breath quickens. I’m not sure if she knows what I have planned tonight, but she must suspect.
“Hi,” she replies.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too?”
Her brow furrows, and I know I need to pull myself together. I’m not sure why I’m so nervous.
“Deacon, you’re acting weird again.”
I lean down a little to kiss her, and she sighs when I finally let her free.
“That’s more like it.” She pats my chest. “What’s for dinner?”
I’m lost in her eyes for a moment, and I blink rapidly to pull myself out of it. “What? Oh, I’m cooking a stir-fry with chicken and vegetables.”
Pippa walks toward the stovetop before picking up a wooden spoon and giving the food a stir. “That smells amazing.”
I bury my nose in the back of her neck. She leans against me and sighs.
“You smell amazing.”
Her peels of laughter make me smile. She’s the same as she always was, kind and caring, and also full of laughter. Even when she was younger, Pippa’s laugh could change the mood in a room.
“I also figured you’d be on time because you’re always so prompt, so it’s ready. We’ll eat in the living room if you want.”
“Sounds great.” She turns and pecks me on the lips. “I’ll let you do your thing.”
“Oh, I’m doing my thing tonight. I promise.”
Pippa laughs and shakes her head.
“And if you’re a good girl, you might even get tiramisu for dessert.”
Her mouth falls open. “No way.”
“Yes. Now get over to that couch before I burn dinner and you leave me.”
* * *
After dinner and a glass of wine, I lean back on the couch and gaze at my girl.
“Stay with me tonight.”
My invitation floats in the air as she gives me a shy smile.
I’ve never been so nervous. Since I hit puberty, I’ve been so confident with women, but Pippa’s different.
She’s the one that really matters.
“I’ll stay,” she whispers.
I gather her in my arms and kiss her hard.
“Come with me.” Taking her hand, I lead her into the bedroom. “Gonna need you naked, Pip.”
Her eyes widen, and colour floods her cheeks. She’s not shy, but there’s something else holding her back and I’m not sure what it is.
“I … I mean. Umm.” She’s so cute when she’s flustered.
I reach for the top button of my shirt, and she watches silently as I move from one button to the next until I tug open my shirt. She licks her lips when I slide it down my arms and let it drop the floor while never taking my eyes from her face.
“Your turn.”
“Deacon, I …”
Reaching out, I cup her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, princess. And I want to see you.”
She gives me a curt nod, and I reach for the hem of her shirt before lifting it over her head. Her breasts are encased in white lace, the darker nipples prominent through the fabric.
Pippa gulps.
“God, Pippa. You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.”
“You really think so?” she whispers.
I rest my hands on her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. “You have no idea how much I’ve fantasised about these.”
Her soft laugh makes me smile.
I know she worries about her weight—I’ve heard her talking to Mallory about dieting, but she’s all lush curves and delectable flesh. I’ve been itching to get my hands on her, and now I have to take it slow or I’m afraid I’ll freak her out.
Taking her by the hand, I lead her to my bed.
I’m so deep already with this woman. Tonight will be my final downfall.
She reaches for my belt, and I hold my hands out of the way, letting her unbuckle it and drop my pants to the floor.
Her chest rises and falls, and I reach for her again, holding the back of her head while I kiss her hard, her soft breasts pressed against my chest. I let go of her long enough to unhook her bra, dragging the straps down her arms and throwing it across the room.
Pippa laughs, her hands already on the waistband of my boxers.
“I want you,” I whisper.
“I’m yours,” she replies. “There’s something you should know.”
My eyebrows rise. “What is it?”
“It’s just …” She bites her bottom lip, and it’s maddening. “I don’t have a lot of experience, and I’m not like the other women in your life.”
My eyebrows rise. “Other women?”
“You know. Like the women I’ve seen you with on your social media.”
I shake my head. “My social media is usually work related. It doesn’t reflect my taste in women.”
Her brows knit. “I thought … What is your taste in women?”
“You.”
She giggles when I lunge at her, burying my face in her neck and nibbling at the junction where it meets her shoulder. “Deacon, be serious.”
I raise my head. “I am serious. You’re my taste. And if I don’t get to taste you soon, I’ll go crazy.”
A smile spreads across her lips. “I don’t know what to do when you talk like that.” She pushes me down onto the bed.
“When did you get to be so bossy?”
“When I realised there’s one thing I think I’m good at. You’ll have to let me know.”
Her shy smile is driving me insane, but its’s clear she’s out of her comfort zone now and just going for it.
“You can do to me whatever you want to, sweetheart.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
She drops to her knees, and the sight is enough to make me lose it on the spot.
After hooking her fingers back around the waistband of my boxers, she tugs them down my legs until I’m bared completely to her.
This isn’t how I pictured this going. I wanted to unwrap her like a present and savour her nakedness before giving her more orgasms than she’s ever had.
All I can do instead is gape as she wraps her hand around my hard cock and strokes it.
Holy shit.
I think I died and went to heaven.
But that’s nothing compared to the moment she takes me in her mouth and her wet heat rolls down me.
Her mouth—her mouth is like silk, and she starts up a rhythm that has my eyes rolling in my head.
“Oh good God, Pippa, you’re so good at that. Oh, baby.”
She responds by tightening her grip, her other hand cupping my balls. If I thought how she started was good, it’s nothing compared to this.
I reach for her, careful not to push her down but sliding my hand around the back of her head. It’s taking all my control not to just fuck her mouth hard, but I want her to drive this.
She picks up the pace, and with every stroke I thank my lucky stars for her being in my life again. And I already know I never want her to share this with any other man.
She’s my girl.
“Shit, Pip. I’m coming.”
If I thought she’d let up, I was wrong. Sensation washes over me as she takes me over the edge, and I blow into her mouth.
Finally, she lets go and looks up.
She meets my gaze and swallows. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I thought … I don’t know what I thought because my brain’s not working right now,” I get out.
Pippa laughs gently.
“Where did you … No. I don’t want to know.”
She rises slowly, and I cup her face.
“That sweet mouth is all mine from now on.”
“Deacon,” she whispers.
“Lie on the bed. I want to see you.”
With a laugh, she climbs up behind me, and I turn my head in time to see a glimpse of her white-lace-covered arse before she drops down on the bed and rolls over.
She crosses her arms over her chest, and I shake my head.
“Not a chance. I want to see you.”
I crawl over top of her and sit astride her thighs.
Reaching for her hands, I pull them apart. She’s so beautiful, her full creamy breasts on display with those darker pink nipples. She tries to slide her hands over her stomach, but I stop her.
“Deacon, I?—”
“You are gorgeous. You’re everything I ever dreamed of.”
Her eyes search mine.
“Pippa. Relax. You’re with me, and I love every single thing about you.”
The flush of her cheeks is endearing—she’s nearly naked, but it’s not enough. I need to see all of her.
I slip my hands into her panties, and after a moment she nods.
After tugging them down her legs, I drop them to the floor before getting back onto the bed. “Tuck your legs up.”
Her sharp intake of breath tells me just how nervous she is.
“Pippa. I need to taste you, baby. Give me your pussy.”
Pippa’s eyes widen, but she pulls her legs up. I place my hands on her trembling knees and push them apart, exposing her. She’s so pretty and pink with her pubic hair tightly trimmed.
“Jesus, Pippa.”
She gasps and tries to pull her knees together. I hold up a palm.
“No, sweetheart. You’re just so … perfect. I can’t wait any longer.”
As she relaxes, I slide down onto my stomach until I’m face to face with her perfect pussy. I’m suddenly starving—like a man who hasn’t eaten in forever. And all I want is her.
She gasps again as I touch her, exposing her clit and teasing it with my tongue.
“I’m just returning the favour, sweetheart. That blow job was monumental.”
I raise my head as she laughs, loving how her full breasts jiggle in time with it.
I’m so in love with her.
Grasping her hips, I pull myself in and feast. She squirms under my tongue, her breath quickening when I suck on her clit.
And I don’t stop until she shudders underneath me, calling out my name.
“Pippa, do I need a condom?”
Her chest heaves like she’s just run a marathon. “I’m on the pill.”
“I haven’t been with anyone for nearly a year. And I was clear my last check-up.”
She nods. “I trust you. I really just want you inside me.”
“I want nothing more right now, sweetheart.”
After crawling up the bed beside her, I roll onto my back and beckon her with my index finger. “Come here.”
She straddles my waist, lowering herself onto my aching cock. I blow out a long breath as her tight heat engulfs me.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes are wide as if she’s scared she’s hurt me. “I know I’m a bit heavy.”
“You’re perfect.” I run my hands up the sides of her torso before cupping her breasts. “This is perfect. You feel amazing.”
“You make me feel full.” She laughs that throaty laugh, and I swear my cock gets harder.
“Close your eyes, beautiful,” I murmur. “Just feel me.”
Her eyelids slowly lower, and I pinch her nipples, making her smile.
Pulling her down toward me, I suck a nipple into my mouth, followed by the other one.
Pippa grinds against me, her breathing erratic. Sliding my thumb between us, I rub her clit until her eyes pop open and she lets out a low moan.
“That’s it, baby. I want to see you come this time.”
She arches her back.
Pippa doesn’t see it in herself, but she’s perfection.
I grasp her hips again, pulling her down hard, and rock my hips up to meet her. She leans over, her clit rubbing against the base of my cock.
“Oh yeah. Use me to get yourself off. Fuck, that’s hot.”
She meets my gaze, her eyelids fluttering as she fights the urge to close her eyes.
“Come with me, Pippa.”
Her mouth opens, and she raises her arms to flick her hair back over her shoulders.
Running my hands up to her breasts, I knead them as a smile graces her lips.
And then she lets out a moan that goes to my toes—my body reacting as I rise to meet her again and come so hard I see stars.
As she slows, she leans over and kisses me, her soft lips caressing mine.
“That was amazing,” she whispers.
“That—” I grin before kissing her again. “That was just the start.”