White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 47

Preston Manor

Wendy feasted on Deacon's lips, as she clung to him her feelings of happiness morphed into a hunger that vibrated through her body and then went to lodge between her legs sending her throbbing with a need that only Deacon knew to ignite.

She pressed her body into his and the feel of his hard member against her made her ground her hips into him speaking of her need. She was kissing him in a rush of frenzied need as the desire to have him grinding into her sent her fumbling with his belt.

She smiled against his lips as she looked into his dark grey eyes. Eyes that shared the same desire as hers as they burned with twin hunger. She gave him a series of hot short kisses letting her tongue run over his lips before delving into his mouth to duel with his warm sweet tongue in a much longer sensual kiss.

With his buckle undone, button and zipper open she in one single movement pulled his pants and brief down. With fingers just as hungry to feel him like her wet centre she stroked his warm flesh letting her palm run down the length of his curved veined member and cupped his balls heavy with need.

"Fuck Wendy," he breathes heavily after tearing his mouth from hers. His hands on her hips went to grip the hem of her dress to hike it up her waist.

Her lips swollen from their kisses teasingly smiled as she playfully circled the wet tip of his member with her index finger while her other hand gently stroked him.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispered as he backed her up against the wall. "I never let a woman drive me crazy."

"Am not sure if I should take that as a compliment or a warning," she whispered in return after leaning close to his ear and letting her warm breath fan against it before flicking the lobe with the tip of her tongue.

Deacon's fingers on the twin firm cheeks of her naked butt sink into the warm flesh as a wave of sexual tension ripped through him. Her quick intake of the pressure of his fingers had her legs widening.

"Both," was his simple reply as he let a hand move to the lacy waistband of the provocative underwear that barely covered her buff mound.

"Hhhmmm", she groans as those very fingers found their way lower to then easily move the material and found her wet throbbing clit to give it a series of teasing strokes.

As he looked down at her half-closed eyes, her head slightly leaned forward and her legs spread to accommodate the sweet torture he knew he could hold out no longer.

Wendy had no idea when her leg was hoisted around Deacon's hip but when his tip probed her entrance she wrapped an arm around his neck and used the other to help to guide him in.

They both sigh in pleasure at his entrance. The sweet feel of their body joined gave them the euphoric pleasure that had them at once moving in fevered unison. With each thrust in her willing body mixed with her moans of sexual bliss, Wendy encouraged him to plunge into her body with words primitive and wild.

A few minutes later her orgasm shook her frame and his name fell from her lips in an acclamation that encouraged him to give in to his own release.

Wendy gripped him tighter as he hoisted her up to have her thighs now resting on his strong hands as his palms held her butt. She slightly arches against the wall letting the back of her head and shoulders be her brace as the slippery repeated thrust of Deacon delving inside her fuels another heated orgasm. He lowered his face into the sweaty mounds of her breasts as he too joined her down the sweet road of fulfilment on one final thrust.

"Christ woman," he exhaled on an unsteady breath, "I plan to tell you I love you every chance I get as your response is truly glorious."

Wendy giggled as happiness and pleasure loosened all her fears and doubts. The knowledge that they were on a level that surpassed a compromise and was not bordered on a give and take she felt the exhilaration of a contented woman.

"I must say the same," she responded hugging him to her. "I never thought I could feel so free and secure in ever telling a man I love them ever again."

He gently pulls from her and then lowers her to her feet and then says with curiosity and a bit of jealousy.

"You love Brandon that much to never want to share that feeling with anyone but him?"

She was shocked at his question and the downcast look that drifted across his face but was quickly replaced by a look of wonder.

"I might h---"

A knock on the door followed by Catherine's voice calling out to them asking if things were ok caused her answer to be cut short and brought them to other matters on hand.

"It doesn't matter, Brandon will be nothing but your past as I drive him out of your thoughts and feelings completely." He told her placing a finger against her lips. "He will be nothing but a distant memory."

"Wen?!"

"Mother we are fine," she called out as her mother's concerned voice filled her racing mind.

Is Deacon jealous of Brandon and holding onto the notion that she is still in love with him? How could he honestly think she could give herself so completely to him while still holding feelings for someone else?

She felt her heart sink under the realisation that Deacon could believe her to be a capricious lover. He had believed her elation at knowing he cared for her on such a deep level to be a show and it caused her a brief moment of anger which she quickly pushed aside.

Deacon was never a man prone to love and if she was to be rational he knew nothing of her past with Brandon. There are many things he had been left to put together on his own and come up with the wrong conclusions.

"Deacon?" she said looking from the door to him after deciding that tonight was the night to close a few chapters and begin another.

He looked at her his grey eyes a mask for his true feelings and she felt a sense of pride that she was able to break the walls about his heart and find the love hidden there.

They were both so vulnerable and more so as the circumstances leading to them being in love was never meant for such an ending. She came up with a lie and he offered her a compromise between facing it or turning it into an occasion they both could benefit from.

She walked up to him and hugged him to her and said with total sincerity as their bodies still tingling from what they shared earlier ready to ignite.

"I stopped loving Brandon a long time ago. I am now just ready to love again because I was always waiting for the man who deserves it."

"Are you sure you two are ok?" Cynthia called breaking into their sweet moment.

"Yes Mother," she called smiling then said to Deacon. "Let's get ourselves together before she bursts down the door. I sure don't want my mum to see us like this."

"Well, both of you n---"

"Cynthia, what are you doing?!" Precilla voice asked in a harsh whisper outside the door. "Surely you're not that naive to not know what's going on in there. Leave them be and come on back down, the reception is looking to be fun..."

Wendy listened to the fading voice of her aunt mother as she prompted her motger to leave them be. She turned to Deacon who was heading to the bathroom and thought she had to get through to him and opening up about her past was the only way she was going to.

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In life, things are never as easy as they seem and even though it brings good things to those who wait Wendy best get Deacon in the know before matters surrounding their lives rip at their newfound love.

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