His eyes watch me hungrily, desperately, while he hangs off the door. He doesn't need to say it, I already know he's dying to touch me.. The strong evidence of it in almost breaking off a piece of that door frame, he's practically crushing in his grip. My hands find the hidden zip as I begin to pull my dress away from my body, trying my best attempt at 'incredibly sexy'. It seems to have the right effect, as I catch his eyes open wider, his lips coming apart while his eyes follow my movement down.

It's bloody empowering having this much effect, this much control over someone like him... He's twice my size, in pretty much everyway, but he's standing there looking like his knees are about to give out, completely buckle, from how much he needs me.

It completely does it for me.

I don't resist in the slightest as he comes against me, picking me up like I weigh nothing to him, but also so gently. My hands run under his open shirt, along the firm muscles of his chest and shoulders as I try to rip every last piece of his clothing off him. My chest bumps his as he slides me down, before practically hulking out while he tears both his shirt and jacket off, and tosses them high in the air behind him.

Deacon's mouth's on mine, his hands rounding both of my cheeks to keep me against him, while I grab at the buttons on his pants. My hand's down them before he has a chance to register, grasping him as his head drops back to let out a grunted groan. Fracking hell, he is large just about everywhere..

We're a tangle of limbs as we stumble, gasping or grunting at the other's touch, while we go along the ground. Actually managing to do quite well at moving, despite the fact neither of us are looking at where we're going.. that is until his foot catches.

We half crash into a table against the wall, with a tall mirror hanging high above it, as he trips on the small rug behind me. Deacon breaks off for a moment, his head tilting as he eyes the table half wedged into my butt.

"Fuck it, this will do."

I'm spun before I know it, his hands grabbing to turn me, before one runs up my back to push me forward. My hair flips over, cascading down my back as I fling my head up, enjoying the way he slides his hand fondly down before rounding my butt. My eyes find his in the mirror in front of me, and open even wider as I catch him grinning back.

Oh that's quite a view.

His half dressed body behind me, the way his hairs rougher than before from my hands running through it. That, not only glint, but burn of desire in his eyes...

That's a damn view I could get quite use too...

Before I can form another thought, his grin widens as he shifts the few garments I'm still wearing, and pushes into me. My entire body explodes with pleasure, my eyes closing as I let rip on a hell of a scream. He's right behind me there, letting out a low throaty groan of his own, rumbling from deep inside him. Neither of us move for a moment, both of us adjusting to the feeling of each other, and the complete fullness on my side. Thoroughly thanking myself for that little implant in my arm, and a tiny bit of weird biology, that makes me able to safely enjoy him au naturel. I'm lost in the pleasure when he starts to move, hitting me hard enough that I need to grab on to the table to keep from flying into the freaking wall. Moan after moan, I'm not quiet as I let him know just how good he feels, climbing higher and higher with every thrust. My eyes find his in the mirror, and I'm stunned.

He's watching every single moment.

His eyes glued to mine, tracing the emotions, the pleasure I'm feeling going across my face, right along with me. My own desire in my eyes, reflecting right back at me in his. His swift thrusts become more pounding, as we both watch each other in the mirror, chasing the very edge. My grip slips for a moment as he hits me hard, my back arching as I scream out his name.