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over, still inside of her, pulling her on top of him. She mounted him, screaming his name, their hands intertwined as she rode him like a wild stallion, crashing into him over and over.
    â€œOh God, London! Oh, baby!” Deacon cried out. Through her own cries, she heard his voice and the sound of her name on his lips. It was magical. She felt his fire shooting inside of her and she came all around him. They climaxed together with such a force that it took the air right out of their lungs. She collapsed on top of him, her hair falling over his glistening body, and breathed a sigh of relief. She had never climaxed like that before and he held her close, wondering what happened. What was this carnal desire they had now? How could he ever let her go again?
    They lay in bed touching each other, kissing and snuggling, feeling the effects of their ravenous lovemaking and knowing that more was due to come. They gazed at each other, both knowing what the other was thinking. He continued to kiss and hug her as they talked small talk. Their desire was mutual, and so close, yet so far away.
    London reluctantly slid out of the bed and headed into the shower to rinse off. To her surprise, Deacon joined her and lovingly caressed her as he gently washed her clean for the next round. She savored this steamy moment, his hands touching every part of her body, gliding over her silky skin as the bubbles foamed. When he was through, she smiled and lathered up her hands with the fragrant body wash to return the favor.
    She massaged his shoulders as she rubbed down his back, slowly working her way to his front. She kissed his neck as she cleansed his chest, running her fingers through his hair and pressing her fingertips into each muscle as she glidedslowly downward. She knelt before him, rubbing each leg up and down as he began to rise again, her eyes fixated on his, watching his yearning for her growing stronger with each gentle touch. She worked slowly up his thighs until she held his maleness in her hand. She stroked him gently at first, then tighter and quicker. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he groaned. She stopped abruptly, smirking with that come-hither look as they slowly stepped out of the shower and dried off. He followed closely behind.
    They crawled back into the bed together and she snuggled deep into his arms, toying with his chest hair again. She never felt scared with Deacon in any way. She was so secure about her emotions with him. They had always been able to read each other’s minds, but tonight, their souls were connecting more deeply than they ever had before. He rubbed her arms and nipples, which were already aroused again. Soon their mouths connected and they kissed deeply. He put his hand between her legs, slowly rubbing her.
    He lifted her up and carried her to the dresser, placing her on the edge and opening her legs. He bent down and touched her tenderly with his lips, enjoying the pleasures she had waiting for him. She moaned softly at first, but soon she went wild as he quickened his pace. He took his masculinity and rubbed it against her, teasing her with it until she was begging for more. He entered her as she grabbed onto him, her arms around his neck and her wet silky walls holding him right where she wanted him. He took her slowly, deeply. He took his hardness back out and carried her to the bed, where he placed her legs on his shoulders and entered her again. She screamed at his talents, and his way of playing with her. She felt her insides building and soon the feeling was so powerful for her that she exploded into one orgasm after another,like she never had before, as he emptied himself inside her. He kissed her again as he gently let her legs drop onto the bed. He collapsed on her, his heart beating right on top of hers. It was delightful.
    After several more hours of lovemaking, they were famished. They dressed and went down to the hotel’s restaurant.
    â€œI am only going to be