every move, letting me take the lead this time, which is out of the ordinary, I’m sure. The man likes control, and I like that this once, I’m taking it from him, and he’s giving it over. It fills me with some type of power, and I can’t say I don’t like it.
I get his pants undone and take his hard erection out, holding it in both hands and moving my thumb over the pre-cum at the tip.
His fingers thread into my hair, but he doesn’t try to pull me down, instead he brushes his thumbs over my temples and lets me go at my own pace.
I give a long lick from root to tip, then close over him and take him all the way down. His hand tightens in my hair, and he pulls in a shaky breath. His hips lift slightly, meeting my mouth, fucking it softly and allowing me to go slow.
I know he wants more, and I want to give it to him. I want to please him the way he’s pleased me before. I want to drive him wild and send him over the edge into bliss.
I quicken the pace until he can’t resist grasping my head in both hands and taking control, fucking me until he finally says between clenched teeth, “You want it?”
I nod, and he explodes in my mouth, and I swallow it all, every last drop.
His hands gentle in my hair until he’s petting the crown of my head, trying to recover his breathing.
“Fuck, baby.”
Then he falls to his back.
I smile and crawl up next to him. When he recovers, we both strip and climb under the covers. His fingers slide inside me, and his thumb works my clit while he sucks my nipples, bringing me to orgasm within minutes.
But Gypsy’s not one to let up, and he doesn’t stop until he’s given me another one. By the time I’m gasping and telling him I can’t go again, his dick is hard, and he moves over me, sliding into my wet pussy and undulating his hips, rocking against me in such a sensually erotic way, staring into my eyes, watching every nuance of arousal that crosses my face.
“I’ve missed you,” he confesses quietly. “Missed you for three long years.”
“Me too.”
He pumps slowly in and out. “Got a lot of makin’ up to do.”
I can only nod as I slip over the edge for a third time, like a white-water rafter plunging over the raging rapids to a calm pool of serenity.
He leans down and whispers, “I want to paint your belly with my cum, mark you with my scent, rub it all over you as you lay there, quivering from your release.”
I nod, too limp to do anything else.
He thrusts into me, quickening his speed until he suddenly goes up on his knees, pulls out, takes his dick in his hand, and shoots ropes of white hot cum all over my stomach.
When he’s done and breathing hard, he takes the head of his dick and smears it all around, then collapses next to me.
I look down at the mess and start to wipe it with the sheet.
He grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Don’t. When that dries, I’m taking you in the shower and fucking you again.”
“When this dries?”
“That’ll be about the time my dick recovers.”
“So, this is what, some kind of caveman style timer?”
He looks over and grins. “Just kidding.”
I hit him with the pillow.
He tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to the shower where he makes up for it by tenderly soaping every inch of my body, then gently shampooing my hair and massaging my scalp until I moan.
Then he turns me, slips inside me from behind, and fucks me, my hands on the tile wall and my breasts bouncing wildly.
And I’ve never been happier.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tess—
Hayley and I are exhausted from a long day of retail therapy at the mall where I picked up several sexy numbers I think Gypsy might approve of. But my shopping distraction only diverts my mind for so long, and soon I’m digging my teeth into my bottom lip, worrying about my problems again.
It’s Monday now, and I can’t help wondering every time the phone rings if it’ll be a collect call from Rutledge State Prison. Growler has only called the house a couple of times since he was arrested. Mainly it was to get my mother to do something for him, like call his attorney or get bail money.
I wonder how he’ll