“Yes,” I breathed.
“Got a condom, baby?” he asked, his voice thick, rough, his body moving.
Fuck!
“No,” I told him, mind scattered, attention on his body, the shadow of his cock, his movements toward me and the hopes that my answer would not end things prematurely.
We’d get creative.
Hell, to get an orgasm from Deke, I’d kick the shit out of creative.
He bent to me. Shoving an arm between my waist and the bed, I was up against him. He put a knee in the bed and crawled into it, over it, dropping me to it and him to me, giving me substantial weight as he reached over the side.
Then his weight was gone from me. He was up on the bed on his knees, one on either side of my right thigh. He had his wallet. Then he tossed his wallet. Then I heard foil tearing.
And after that, I watched the second sexiest five seconds I’d ever seen.
Deke on his knees in my bed rolling a condom on his thick, long cock.
I was salivating and trembling and completely at a loss of what to do because I wanted my hand wrapped around his dick. I also wanted my finger at my clit. I further wanted his nipple against my tongue, his hair in my hands, his mouth on mine…it went on to infinity.
I didn’t get the chance to decide. Again I had his arm around my waist and I was up, swung around, my legs automatically circling his hips as he twisted us so he was facing the headboard, I had my back pointed that way.
“Position me,” he ordered.
I needed no explanation for his instruction.
My hand darted between us as I started falling back. I wrapped my fingers around his rock-hard cock, slid the head through my wet to where it needed to be, and he glided in, my hand shifting out, as he put me to my back in bed and covered me.
Connected to me.
God, he felt good deep inside.
God, so fucking good.
“Baby,” I whispered.
He started moving, slow and sweet, dipping his head, trailing his tongue up a tendon of my neck to my ear.
“Like you were made for me,” he whispered there on an inward glide, settling deep, so damned deep, and then gently grinding.
His words, the feel of him, everything about him, finally having Deke inside me, I felt tears sting my eyes as I wrapped him up, arms and legs, held him close, one hand drifting up and into his hair.
Deke was covering me.
Deke was inside me.
Deke was made for me.
“Need you to get ready, gypsy,” he said in my ear. “That tight, wet heat, need it.”
I turned my head and found his ear with my lips. “Take it.”
He started stroking in and out with his cock.
It was slow, gentle, but his mouth warned, “I let go, might get rough. You say, baby. One word, I slow it down.”
His voice was tighter, almost straining, his hips moving faster, but not rougher.
He needed to fuck me.
And I needed him to fuck me.
“Take what you want, Deke.”
He shifted a leg, drawing up his knee, this pushing him even deeper on an inward slide and I gasped again, holding him tighter.
But he didn’t let go and fuck me.
“Deke—”
“Brace, Jussy.”
I held tighter.
“Deke—”
“One word, baby, I slow it down.”
“Please, Deke.” I dug my nails in where my hand was at the small of his back. “Just fuck me.”
His body stilled, half in, half out.
He was making me crazy!
I opened my mouth before another, deeper, lower rumble of thunder rolled from him through me.
And Deke let go.
His thrusts were so powerful, his body so huge, taking me with them, I had to lift a hand to the headboard and push against it so he didn’t drive me up into it.
This was not a bad thing because it meant I also drove down into him.
The base of his hard cock slamming against my sensitive clit, that cock belonging to Deke finally inside me, in only a few strokes, I turned my face into his neck.
I pressed it in, tensed against him with every inch of me, inside and out, heard his approving growl of, “Christ, yeah, baby,” before my head flew back into the pillows and I cried out as I came.
Hard.
Hard and for what seemed like forever. Deke powering deep, grunting now, my body lurching with each thrust, I whimpered and gasped. Automatically lifting a hand to grip his hair tight in my fist, I shuddered through the best, longest and most intense orgasm by far I’d had in my life.
I was only just coming down, consciousness coming back to that bed, that room, my body loosening naturally in his hold as the climax drifted out when it tensed again because I felt his teeth sink hard into the soft flesh that was just down from where my shoulder met my neck. He buried himself inside me before his head jerked back and I watched in the moonlight as the muscles in his neck strained and he jerked as his hips ground into mine when he came.
His lasted a long time too.