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.
Post-fucking, holding her, their quiet, her peace, he didn’t want to leave that bed. It was the Saturday after Jussy’s house got done. The client Max had him working for didn’t want overtime. So they had the whole weekend.
They also didn’t since she didn’t waste any time asking everyone over for a housewarming party, no gifts allowed, and she was making a vat of Steph’s chicken.
Not to mention, he knew his girl. Sex helped shear off the edge of her morning mood. But it didn’t eradicate it.
“You want coffee?” he asked.
“Yeah, baby,” she answered.
“You want pancakes?” he went on.
Her eyebrows lifted. “You can make pancakes?”
“Babe, you bought Bisquick, along with everything else the market had on offer. Add eggs, milk, stir, pour, cook, eat. Not hard.”
She grinned. “Then yes, I want pancakes.”
He grinned back, dipped in, brushed his mouth to hers and pulled away. “Then I’m on coffee and pancakes. You get cleaned up.”
“Right, Deke.”
He gave her a squeeze then dipped in again, this time the touch of their mouths lasted a lot longer and included a healthy taste of his gypsy.
When he finished it, he rolled, careful to keep the covers over Jussy. He hauled his ass out of bed, twitching them higher on her, knowing she’d laze, not for hours but as long as she needed.
He bent, grabbed his fleece sweatpants he’d taken off in order to fuck his woman and tugged them on. He then grabbed the band Jussy always pulled out when they fucked before sleep from the nightstand and used it to secure his hair.
On the way to the door, he twisted to catch sight of her, the jumbled mess of dark curls all over the bed and pillow behind her, her eyes on him, her look lazy and cute.
She hitched up one side of her mouth.
He shot back the same, turned to face where he was going and walked out of the room.
Moving into her living space, Deke looked to his right and saw what Jussy had created with her designer.
She might have had the help of a designer, but what she made was straight-up Jussy.
Two full couches flanking the fireplace parallel to the house, both covered in soft faded denim, four chairs in distressed brown leather with brass buttons marking their edges, two with their backs to the front door, two across with backs to the kitchen.