Lying there, holding his gypsy close in her big, expensive bed in her big, expensive house in the mountains after what they’d shared on her island, he felt a stillness his entire life he only felt while doing one thing.
Being on the road.
It did not tweak him.
It made complete sense.
Deke was in love with her.
So it was no surprise she brought him this peace.
Deke did not look out the window.
Instead, he buried his face in Jussy’s hair.
And he did not speak out loud.
He thought the words inside his head.
I’m good, Ma.
Then, falling deeper into that place, holding Jussy to him in that big, expensive bed in that big, expensive house in the mountains, Deke closed his eyes and found sleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
Not Ever Again
Deke
Deke felt Jussy plant her hands in his gut, her hair sweeping across his chest as she arched back, the nectar of her flooding his mouth as she came on his face.
He took it in, kept her there as long as he could before he had to give himself what he needed.
Gripping her hips, he hauled her down his chest, slid her off him and rolled into her as he pulled her to her side, her back to his front. He grasped his dick, shifting down. Guiding his cock, he drove inside, and as he took her, he felt the hot, sleek of her clutch him while she kept coming.
He dug one arm under her and angled it up, spanning her throat, pushing it back as he bent his neck so her head glided up his cheek, her hair tangling in his beard. He buried his face in her neck and his other hand between her legs, pushing in, finding her clit with his finger, rolling hard.
“Get there again, gypsy,” he growled, thrusting into her tight pussy, feeling his own orgasm gather in his balls, his cock.
She panted softly, moving her hips to rock into his thrusts at the same time grind into his fingers.
“God,” she whispered.
“Get there,” he ordered.
“God,” she blew out.
“Baby…” he slid his hand up her throat to wrap it under her jaw, “get there,” he grunted.
Her head pressed back into his shoulder as she stopped panting and started mewing. He felt the rush of the wet of her second orgasm coat his cock and he couldn’t hold back.
He shifted his hand from between her legs so he could wrap his arm around her belly and drove her down. Grinding up, he felt the sweet release, his cum jetting inside her, his world narrowing to only that. His dick buried deep in Jussy, her slick, snug, sweet, hot cunt clutching him from root to tip, milking him dry as he felt her body judder, not with her orgasm, with the power of his body taking her along the ride with his.
It took its time moving out of him and just as slowly his world expanded. He felt her softness tucked against him. He smelled her hair. Tasted the essence of her skin drifting into his mouth as he breathed hard against her neck. The sun shining against his closed eyelids. The sound of Jussy’s breaths starting to even. The feel of her soft sheets, firm mattress, both made warm by their bodies.
Not satisfied with what he was getting, Deke went in direct, touching his tongue to her skin, tasting Jussy. His hand still at her jaw pushed her head back farther as he turned his, gliding his mouth up her neck to work just under her ear, knowing she liked what he was giving her as she relaxed in his hold.
He trailed his other hand up her belly, over her tit, up her chest, around her neck and back into her hair. He gathered it there, up high, feeling the tangle of curls drag up his chest as it went, and he shoved her head forward, shifting his lips to work the nape of her neck.
She shivered against him, a soft noise escaping her that he felt tighten in his balls, but she stayed still, taking what he was giving, getting off on it, her cunt contracting around his still-rooted cock.
He filtered his fingers out of her hair and lifted his head slightly, tracking his lips to her other ear.
He sunk his teeth lightly in her earlobe, tasting the metal of her earring, before he released her and whispered, “Love my gypsy.”
The shiver that got was bigger, inside and out, forcing him to press his hips into her ass, deepening the connection they were losing as the hard went out of his cock.
“Love you too, honey,” she whispered back, finding his hand, covering the back of it with hers, lacing her fingers through his.
Deke moved minutely to kiss the skin where her shoulder met her neck, before he settled in behind her, face in her hair, holding her close, doing that until he naturally slid out of her wet, glazed in him, glazed in her, in them.
And he still held her.
It was Jussy who moved first, but only to turn in his arms, look into his face and do what she did a lot.
She scrutinized it, her attention acute, but as usual, it didn’t last very long before whatever she found there settled her. She melted into him and lifted a hand to dig her fingers lightly into his beard where she left them.