Page 58 of Gypsy's Lady
Her question broke the silence and set him into motion. Wordlessly, he turned and, holding his pants in place, walked to the bathroom. The door closed quietly and she stared at it, shocked by what she’d seen. There’d been a definite bulge in his groinarea, a crease to his pants that hadn’t been there a moment before. He’d looked at her as she’d gotten dressed, and he’d gotten an erection.
He wants me.
Kelsey took a deep breath, blinking back the suddenly threatening tears. For so long, months, she’d convinced herself he could never want her like she did him. Not after what had happened, the things Baxter and his men had done. She knew hefelt protective, wanted to keep her safe, and maybe had some affection for her. But attraction? Not until the past few days had she begun to dream he might feel other than a brother towards her. This, here tonight, though? Full-on erection, straining at the front of his jeans.
Turning the idea over in her head, she stared at the closed door for a long moment toying with the thought of followinghim. Then with a sigh, she turned and crawled into bed. Lights off, pillows and covers arranged as they normally were, she waited, trying and failing to ignore how fast her heart beat. The bathroom door creaked as if something heavy leaned against it, and then opened. For a moment, the light streamed around Gypsy’s shirtless form, showing her everything he was, all the things she’d memorized abouthim. Thick thighs leading to a tapered waist, his ribs broadening to where his chest filled the doorframe. Hair down and trailing across his shoulders, this man was everything she could have dreamed for herself.
A click plunged the room into darkness and Kelsey closed her eyes, listening to him walk towards the bed. The edge dipped, mattress shifting underneath her, and a moment later, he gavea relaxed, humming sigh. Fabric rustled, then under the covers a hand grazed her back, rough fingertips followed by his heated palm, confidently stroking up and then down, the repeated motions soothing.
Kelsey shifted, bringing up one knee as she rolled, arching into his touch as she made more of her back available to his tender ministrations. He huffed a laugh, flattening his palm to press harderinto her muscles. “Feel good?” His voice was soft, a whisper in the darkness. She rounded her shoulders and pushed back an inch closer to him in mute response and he chuckled.
His palm was rough against the shirt she wore, the fabric catching and pulling tight around her until he’d smooth it out again. Without giving herself time to consider the consequences, Kelsey reached over her shoulderand bunched the garment in her hand. She pulled and yanked it up, his palm suddenly encountering skin. Brought over her head like this, the shirt covered her biceps, but left her back and shoulders bare to his touch.
“Kels?” Still soft, his voice held a question she again answered wordlessly, wiggling the tiniest bit closer to where he lay in the bed beside her. No laughter this time, but hishand moved again, fingers and thumb working the muscles on the upstroke, palm smoothing slowly back down. He shifted around for a minute, and she glanced over her shoulder to see a visible tent over his groin. Touching her in this innocent way had aroused him. She settled back to the mattress, eyes wide, brain racing furiously.
In for a penny.
With slow and deliberate movements, she finishedremoving the shirt, and shoved it under her pillow. Thumb hooked over the top of the covers, she dragged them down to where they covered her ass, but her naked torso was on display. Gypsy didn’t say a word and his hand never stopped moving, but Kelsey heard the hitch in his breathing, listened as his breaths came faster.
On the next upstroke,it happened.Hechanged the pattern ofhistouch,gliding up to the curve ofhershoulder and over, then draggedhispalm downherarm toherelbow, the backs ofhisfingers grazing the side ofherbreast and Kelsey’s chest ached with the sudden sweep of desire that rolled through her.
He shifted around and the heat radiating from his body increased as he eased closer. Most often they slept spooned together, but never withhernaked from thewaist up. His hand slipped up her back, fingers traced the arc of her neck, then drew a line down to her arm with another teasing touch against her breast. She breathed deeply, licking suddenly dry lips.This is mine to give. Not being taken, not like her first time, or the fiftieth time, or the hundredth time, where men believed it their right to take from her.I’mhis, and this is also his.
Gypsy’s hand restedonher waist for a moment, and she wrapped her fingers around it, drawing his arm down in front of her body, pulling him against her. He came without resistance, bare chest nestling against her back warmer than any blanket. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, she bit back a moan when he curled his legs behind hers, and something hard and hot pressed up against her ass. Pulling in anothershaky breath, she brought his hand to her chest, directing it palm-first against her breast.Mine to give.
“God.” His response rumbled through her, fingers gripping and kneading. Fingertip met thumb on her nipple with a gentle roll and tug, sending connecting threads of arousal between her legs. She moved restlessly and he groaned, fingers holding her firmly. “Kels.” He didn’t say anything else,just his shortened version of her name on a groan that was a promise.Mine to take. Then his hand tightened on her as his hips thrust forwards, brushing what felt like a heated rod against her ass.
Kelsey twisted to face him, keeping her place in his arms as she lifted her hands to rest one on his cheek, the other against the carved planes of his chest. Hard muscles tensed at her touch, and asweet-scented rush of air moved past her face from each panted breath. He held her gaze for a moment. Then his eyes dipped. Pupils dark, half shaded by his lashes, he stared at her breasts, nostrils flaring as his tongue appeared, swiping along his bottom lip. His hand had settled high on her waist and gripped in a primitive rhythm her body recognized. Gypsy’s thumb brushed across her ribs and withpursed lips he blew a chill breath over the skin of her breasts, then licked the full width of his bottom lip before lifting his gaze to capture hers again.
“All you have to do is say no.” She gave him a tiny smile, glad he didn’t ask if she were sure. If he had questioned her readiness, she would have retreated. But because he had trust in her, she gained faith in herself.As it’s always beenbetween us. “Do you know how beautiful you are, Kelsey?” He pushed up on one elbow, rolled her ontoher back as he did, and loomed over her. He flipped his head, hair cascading to one side. Eyes on her face, he whispered, “All the time, so gorgeous.” A knuckle brushed the underside of her jaw and he angled her head up as he descended. “So hard to resist taking a taste.” The brush of his lips againsthers was light, delicate. Tracing along nerve endings that lit up at the touch, it was a tease of sorts, as much for himself as for her. Another soft brush, then the hot, wet trail of his tongue along her lips.His.
“Don’t resist, then.” Anything else she might have said was lost as he possessed her mouth, tongue spearing between her lips to glide alongside hers. A second stroke, then a third,hard pressure of his lips on hers before he drew back to place tiny kisses on each corner of her mouth. “I want this, Gypsy.” Her palm still rested on his cheek and the scruff of his beard was a grounding contrast against the softness of his kisses.
Gypsy’s hand on her waist slipped upwards, fingers trailing along her ribs pulled a giggle from her and he smiled, his mouth moving against hers.“Ticklish?” Those damned fingers retraced their path, again finding the patch of sensitive skin that caused her to writhe away. “You are.” There wassmughumor in his voice. “How did I not know that?” The movement put her body closer to his and he groaned, dropping kisses along her neck until he could bury his face against her shoulder. “Kelsey, you’re perfect.”
“Pretty sure that’s a lie,” shecountered, arching into his touch as his fingers danced their way closer to her breast. “Please, Gypsy.”
“Please, what, Kelsey baby? Hmmm?” Teeth grazed the knot of muscles and nerves where her neck dipped to join her shoulder. She rolled her head out of the way, giving him unfettered access. Fingers and mouth met at her nipple and she whined far back in her throat as he tweaked hard, then lavedsoftly with his tongue, bringing her nipple to a peak. “My baby likes that.” A satisfied pride warmed his words and she nodded. His other hand slipped behind her neck, fingers threadingthroughher hair to clench and pull, arching her neck farther. “My baby likes it a lot.”
“Yes, Gypsy.” Minutes passed while each touch fanned the flames in her belly, creating a roaring blaze which threatenedto consume her whole. Kelsey pressed her thighs together, seekingelusivefriction, a pleasure she’d never had.Mine to give. Her hands clenched and opened, and clenched again. He gripped one, threading their fingers together before he carried their joined hands lower, paired fingers touching her belly to draw a wavering line just above her panties.
“This has been a long time coming.” Hair tumblingaround them, he released her hand, flattening her palm against her belly before his solo fingers traced patterns on her skin. “Weeks.” More random patterns as he mouthed her breast, rough scruff draggingtantalizingly. “Months.” He transferred his attention to her other breast, lips tugging and pulling on the nipple until it stood proudly like a matched pair. “Put your hands on me, darlin’. There’retwo of us tangoing in this bed, yeah?”
She ran a hand through his hair in a tentative movement, pushing it away from his face so she could see. “Months?” He smiled, mouthing her breast before latching on and sucking deep. The sensation rocketed through her and Kelsey arched into his mouth, then bucked her hips up against his hand when his fingers glided across the gusset of her panties. A grazingtouch, there and gone, the sudden absence pulling a disappointed groan from her. “Gypsy, don’t tease.”
“Not teasing. Oh, no.” Fingers curled around her thigh and tugged as he pulled her legs apart. “But I’m going to take my time.” Firm pressure on the fabric ground it against her clit and she sucked in a breath. “Been dreaming of this for months, darlin’. Wanna take my time.” Hot, wet suctionat her breast silenced his words, and she lifted her head to look at him, seeing his eyes aimed up at her. Teeth worried at her nipple and she gasped. Then his mouth was on her again as his fingers dipped underneath her underwear, parting her lower lips with ease, spreading her wetness upwards when he grazed across her clit once, twice, three times.
Kelsey’s head fell back as she came, body tensing,his name rising on a low cry, “Gypsy.”
As she watched the stars shooting behind her lids, he moved and covered her, heat from his body blistering allalonghers. He stripped her panties and his briefs off, then moved away for a moment. Paper crinkled and then his hips fell into place between her thighs while she drifted in bliss. Kissing her withhungerhe didn’t try to hide, and she gloriedin the knowledge he wanted her.Me. He’s mine, and he wants me, and this is ours.
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Gypsy
Cock poised at Kelsey’s entrance, he hesitated for a moment, then pushed forwards until the crown was engulfed in her wet heat.She’s not stuttering, he reminded himself.She initiated this. That was something he’d waited for, hoped without hope sometimes, but it needed to be her. She was wet and aroused,and had come on his fingers, not afraid to call out her pleasure.I have to trust her to tell me if it’s too much.
Her hand curled around his bicep as her chin dipped towards her neck, gaze aimed up at him. Pupils blown, her eyes were wide and stunned, and he paused. “Oh, Gypsy,” she breathed. “That was brilliant.”
