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“Yes, it doesn’t surprise me that you’re just fine with it.” I start to straighten up so I can wriggle out of my panties but stop when Deck lifts a quick hand to protect the back of my head before I bump it again. “Yeah, okay. Here’s what we’ll do. I’m going to stand up to get out of my underwear, and you get rid of your clothes at the same time. Deal?”

He nods, already lifting his hips to pull down his pants and boxers as I climb out of the bunk.

When we’re both naked, he pulls me back on top of him again with a feral smile.

His cock is big. Big and hard and poised upright. I stare down at it greedily as I shift my position.

He taps my chin and makes a motion toward his face with two fingers.

I spill over with giggles. He couldn’t have saidEyes up heremore clearly if he’d spoken with words.

Together, we arrange my body to align me over his cock, lifting my pelvis and lowering my head at the sametime so I don’t hit the upper bunk again. It’s not entirely comfortable, but I couldn’t care less as Deck holds his penis in position and uses his free hand to guide my hips down.

It takes a little maneuvering to get the angle right, but then I’m sheathing him with my wet pussy.

Because Hal and I didn’t have sex very often in the last year of his life, I feel tight. Very tight.

I gasp loudly and halt midway down.

His hands are cupping my ass, and he helps hold me in place until I breathe it out and manage to relax.

When I can open my eyes, Deck’s eyes are moving from my face to the place where we’re joined. Torn between concern and the bone-deep need to thrust.

“I’m okay,” I tell him, intentionally softening my pussy so I can take more of him inside me.

No okay. Good. You good?

“I’ll be good in just a minute.” I can’t help but smile in response to his gestures. The contradiction of him. Big and gruff and sweet and silent. “It’s your own fault for being so inconveniently enormous.”

He chokes on a laugh.How big?

“I shouldn’t feed your ego.”

Yes.

“Okay, fine. Just this once. Very big. Very, very big.” I rock my hips as I say the teasing words.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his back arching slightly. His fingers clench in the soft flesh of my bottom. Sweat has broken out on his forehead, illuminated by the glow of the lantern we never turned off.

He’s holding on by a thread.

The tight discomfort has eased up now, so I reangle my hips. Keep rocking, gradually riding him faster and harder.

Soon he’s bucking up into me, matching my rhythm and shaking the frame of the bed with his enthusiasm. His breathing gets louder and more ragged as I squeeze my pussy around the penetration of his cock.

I’m not going to come again, but everything feels amazing. The pride and pleasure of it—the deep affection—fills my chest and throbs in my head.

It doesn’t take long for Deck to fall out of rhythm. His back arches up from the mattress as his fingers clench down hard on my ass. He jerks and huffs and lets go of me to slam one of his hands against the wall as he works his way up toward release.

Just before he reaches climax, he lifts my hips so his cock slides out of my pussy. I grab it so I can squeeze him through the spasms. The spurts of his ejaculation are so forceful they hit me on my neck and chin.

We’re both gasping when he’s worked through the last of them. I keep gently massaging his cock as it gradually softens. My entire body is flooded with excitement and ownership.

He gestures to get me to look at him, and I smile. He smiles back.

He pulls me down into an embrace. His body is so hot I’m momentarily convinced it will burn me. But he’s relaxing now. Softening. I love the feel of it.Him.

After a minute, he slides a hand between my legs and starts rubbing before I know to expect it.

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