#Chapter50
My mouth found his. Hard. Fast. Showering him with my appreciation. For the first time, he responded back just as eager.
I don't remember moving but the next thing I knew, Isaac was pinned against the wall, my hands yanking the vest over his head, trapping him between the hardness of the wall and the hardness of my body. Stealing his legs from under him, forcing them around my waist, the moans that sounded as my body rubbed against his own came from both of our mouths.
/"Tell me you want this,/" I panted in his ear, hand curled in his hair. /"Tell me now because I don't know if I will have the control to stop if this goes further./"
Which didn't mean that I wouldn't stop if he said no. His retraction of consent at any time was final. I just meant that the checking he was okay and doing good may have got lost beneath the urge to bury myself in his depths as deep as I could go.
/"Deacon,/" he whimpered.
