Page 59 of Gypsy's Lady
“Get ready for more, Kels. I promise to always take care of you.” He hitchedhis hips, drivinga couple of inches forwardsbefore easing out. Her mouth opened, lips parting ona breathand he leaned down to steal a kiss. “Always gonna take care of you. You’re mine.”
“Yours.” Her softly accented echo resonated in the air between them and this time it was her hips that hitched, thrusting upwards to chase his cock. “That means you’re mine, too.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, andbent to kiss her neck. He smiled as she arched and stretched, showing clear pleasure in his touch. “I’m all yours, Kelsey.”
“Make love to me, Gypsy.” She buried her face against his shoulder when he moved and slid deeper inside her, then deeper yet, finding his way home in a slow, long stroke. “Please.”
“Always, Kelsey.” He found her earlobe with his lips and nipped, then drew it into his mouthon a suck that made her keen wordlessly.
“Your promise to me.” Her palm smoothed up his back, then fingers curled over the top of his shoulder, pulling down and holding on.
Deep and rhythmically, he stroked in and out of her tight heat, the contractions of her muscles tearing at his control. He’d wanted her for so long, dreamed of this every night, but having her under him like this was moreexquisite than anything he’d ever known. They murmured to each other, soft whispers of pleasure and need, answering the demands of the other as if they’d been partners for years, passion mapped out and known. She fit him in ways he couldn’t explain, her curves sliding against him, sweat-dampened bodies gliding easily. Her voice in his ear drove him onwards, poised and certain, calling out for more,demanding, something he reveled in, not having expected for her to find her confidence like this.
“My Kelsey.” He pushed up, hands on her waist as he rocked to his knees, he lifted and pulled her into position, sliding her ass along his thighs. She startled at the change in position, then groaned as he drove deeper. “Good, yeah?” She nodded, her hands fisting in the sheets. He swept across herbelly with his thumb, arrowing down between her legs to tweak and tease that bundle of nerves. Snapping his hips forward quickly, he fucked her harder as he played with her, watching every movement of her body laid out before him.
“Gypsy,” she moaned, and she tightened around him, silken strength in her body’s response. Mouth open, she begged with her eyes. Her tongue swept her lips, and shewhispered, “Please.”
“Anything, baby.” His whisper was lost as she cried out. Wordless at first, then a rush of words stunned him.
“Oh, Gypsy. I love you. God help me, I love you.” She was still coming, still crying out when he stretched over her, mouth covering hers to capture the sounds.
He held himself up with one arm, the other sliding behind Kelsey to hold her close. Head buried in thepillow next to hers, he gave up any pretense of control, hips bucking and plunging as his cock pushed deep again and again. Pleasure built at the base of his spine, tiny shocks of electricity curling around his balls, drawing them up against his body. “Kels.” Her body stiffened underneath him again as she clenched every muscle, the tight grip on his cock enough to pull him over the edge. He lostany sense of rhythm, moving in a jagged tempo as his body chased the sensations. Hitching up one knee, he spread her legs wider, his hand slipping down her back to cup her ass, lifting it to meet every thrust. She dug her heels into the mattress, rising and falling in counterpoint to his movements. “God, baby.”
Her mouth was at his ear, and warm breath accompanied her words, the longed-for declarationcoming again. “I love you, Gypsy. I love you.”
Then he was coming, freefalling, his body stunned and stiff with the sensation of lightning racing through everynerve ending. Gypsy settled on top of her, muscles of his ass clenching as he chased an echo of the feeling. “God, baby.” He glided out and then back in, a slow,gentle approximation of the actions from their lovemaking. Out, and backin, dreading the inevitable oversensitive feeling of himself softening. He’d finally found his way to the heart of her, and didn’t want to lose a moment of it.
His cock slipped deep one final time before he pulled out and shifted to the side, bringing a boneless Kelsey tight against his body.She fits me. Replete, she sighed and snuggled closer, her soft palm stroking a slow path up and downhis arm.This is for always. “Kelsey.” He thought about the women he’d had through the years, things seldom advancing for even a second date. Most encounters seemed to be a mutual scratching of itches. So different from what had just happened.I was waiting for her, he thought.It’s always been her. I only had to cross the seas to find her. She made a sleepy sound, the tiniest hum acknowledginghe’d spoken. “Kels, baby.”
“Yes, Gypsy?” Her tone sounded tolerant but slightly aggrieved, as if he were interrupting a really good dream.
“I love you, too.”
