Once I’d done this, I answered, “Later.”

He got me and I knew this when his hand moved too, under my cami and down, so just his fingertips were inside the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

“Watcha want now, baby?” he murmured.

I pressed my breasts to his chest and slid my lips up his throat.

In response, his hand glided fully into my pajama bottoms.

“Anniversary fuck,” he mumbled.

I tipped my head back and caught his eyes. “Sorry?”

“Last night, Jussy,” he started, “we’re a week old.”

He was keeping track.

That was sweet.

But I thought back, my attention turning vague, as I said, “Seems longer.”

I lost the vague when Deke replied, “Figure we can celebrate a lot of different anniversaries. Wyoming. You walkin’ into Bubba’s. Me walkin’ into your house. First night we slept in the same bed.”

I felt my lips curve. “That’s a wide variety of anniversary fucks.”

He rolled into me, his eyes dropping to my mouth, his lips muttering, “Absolutely.”

Feeling his gaze on my mouth, I was done talking.

So I lifted my head and kissed him.

It was a soft, warm morning kiss.

Until Deke slanted his head and it was no longer that but instead a deep, wet, start-of-foreplay kiss.

When he ended it, his mouth went to my neck.

My hands drifted all over.

His hands didn’t drift. They shifted up into my cami, then he arched away from me and my cami was gone.

I decided to let my hands get busy too, so I pushed them into his shorts. His mouth now at my throat, he angled his hips away so I could pull them over his ass and push them down. Deke lifted a knee, catching them with a foot and shoving them all the way off.

His hands then went back, both of them, in my bottoms and this time my panties. They spread to the sides and down, grazing over my hips. He rolled his legs to the side so I could windmill them off and they were gone.

Naked.

One of the top things on my list of how I liked to be with Deke.

He slid his mouth from my throat, down to my chest, between my breasts, to my midriff where he kissed me then lifted up, hovering there.

I looked down at him to see his gaze on me, his hazel eyes firing, the smooth of sleep still there but mingling with the dark of hunger.

A good look on Deke.

Though, for me, every look was good on Deke.

“Be back,” he whispered, and I watched him bend again to me, touching his mouth to my belly before he rolled off me and the bed.

I turned to my side, cheek to the pillow, arm under me curled, the other arm straight out. I hitched a knee and watched Deke go to his bag. He pawed through it and I pressed my lips together as my clit contracted when I saw he had a blue bandana in his hand.

He hadn’t tied me since that one time with my scarf.

I was getting the feeling anniversary sex was going to rock.

But I had no idea.

No idea it wasn’t going to rock.

It was going to change my world.

He climbed back into bed, crawling into it on hands and knees, his eyes locked to mine, his movements predatory, and I swallowed, my fingers reflexively clenching into the sheets, heady prickles radiating from clit, through cunt, over my ass and up my spine.

When he reached me, he yanked the covers totally off me and hooked my waist with an arm. He pulled me up, coming up himself, so we were both on our knees, facing each other.

Then he trailed the hand with the bandana down my arm, to my wrist, where he circled it and lifted it up.

Only then did he take his eyes from me so he could watch as he threaded the rolled bandana between our wrists.

When his head moved that way, I turned my eyes and watched him secure a knot he’d done one handed, tightening it with his teeth.

At feeling the material constrict, anchoring me to Deke, a spasm exploded between my legs, another one close on its heels at the sight of his strong teeth, the feel of our wrists bound snugly together.

His gaze came to mine and I got lost in it, mired deep in the heat of his eyes, so in the thrall of Deke sharing his need for me stark, right there to see, to feel, I lost track of where his other hand was until I felt it in my hair. Up it went until it was close to the scalp where it gripped, yanking back.

The pain at my scalp translated to pleasure as it raced over my body, my back arching at his demand, then his mouth captured a nipple and sucked hard.

“God,” I breathed, my arch pushing deeper, offering more to him as he took our bound wrists, twisting my arm, pinning it behind me.

He worked my nipples, one, the other, back, and again, until I was whimpering, my free hand fisted in the back of his hair, my lower body pressing hard into his, feeling his rigid cock snug against my belly.

I rubbed into it, needing the feel of it, wanting to give him something while he was giving to me.

Then suddenly his hand at my hair wasn’t tugging back, it was pushing down and Deke shifted as he forced me to bend. Drawing our tied wrists around, his hand covering mine over his cock, his other hand still in my hair, tugging it back now to arch my neck, he drove the head of his cock through my lips and I took him. I took him with my mouth as both Deke and I jacked his dick.

Damn.

Amazing.

Never anything like it.

I’d never had anything like Deke.

I planted my free hand in the bed to keep steady in order to give him more while I took what he was giving. I closed my lips tight around the rim of the head of his cock and sucked hard. His fingers around mine gripped firmer, moving faster, pumping harder.