Page 42 of Revived

Hell, I was in such a daze that I couldn’t tell you who tore whose clothing off, where anything landed, or if we were even gentle enough with one another as we both got naked far too quickly. Then she was standing there in all her glory, not a worry lining her face, no trace of insecurity with her body. Her curves were on display, breasts too large to simply be a handful, hips flared, and her waist tucked between, even as she held a bit more of the soft weight around her middle than I’d seen on a lot of women in recent years. Living in Los Angeles tended to mean you saw only the surgery perfect bodies or the ones honed from hours on end in a gym and diets that meant dinner was never a great date option.

Seeing Mel, looking the way she did, and the confidence to be seen that way, it was a far bigger turn on than I’d have ever guessed. I forgot some of the things I used to love about women before the world I lived in skewed my perspective a bit. This woman should have been the representation of the goddess all others strived to be. She was a perfect balance between soft and hard. “You’re the most divine creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I told her.

Mel smiled and moved close enough to trail her fingers down my chest again. Only, she didn’t stop at my abs that time. Her fingers continued their path until they curled as far around my cock as they could, all while she looked me in the eye, and then she tugged. Hard. “Fuck me!” I ground out.

“If you insist,” she told me as laughter bubbled out. “Sorry,” came the apology right behind the noise.

“Never apologize for being happy, looking beautiful, or wanting me,” I told her. “I know I won’t.”

She cocked her head to the side and the radiant smile she held on that beautiful face seemed to light up from the inside. “I’m glad you feel that way.” The brief interaction made me wonder if maybe her ex had damaged her in other ways too. Had he made her feel bad for laughter and happiness? Fuck, I wanted to kill that guy.

“Stay here with me,” Mel murmured as she started kissing from my neck down. “Be right here with me. None of our past bullshit when we’re together, okay?” Despite her continuing to trail her lips down my body, her eyes were on mine, demanding that of me. I nodded and then dipped my fingers into her beautiful curls that looked too brawn in the dark of the hotel room. I slid them in and then pulled slightly, in order to snag Mel’s complete attention.

“Get on the bed and spread those legs for me,” I ordered her. She moved so swiftly, it was startling. As if she’d just been waiting for someone to tell her where to be, when, and how. “Oh sweetheart, you listened so beautifully. Do you know what that does to me?” I asked while palming my thick cock. I gave it a couple strokes as I took her in, hair splayed across the pillows, breasts still high, even as gravity helped them dip a little at the sides. Most women hated to think about that. I’d heard them joke about not wanting their tits in their armpits when they laid on their backs. They’re ridiculous for thinking that, because I was lost in all the ways I was going to make them stand at attention for me. With my hands, my mouth, maybe one day, some ropes.

I climbed up from the bottom of the bed, inching forward on my knees, my fucking cock leading the way, knowing exactly where he wanted me to plant him. I had other plans though. Dipping down, my own ass in the air, I leaned in and swiped my tongue right up her dripping wet center and moaned at the delightful taste I found there. Her hands flew to either side of my head, but that wasn’t happening. Instead, I took hold of them, moved them up by her shoulders and held them tight in that position while I leaned in and took another lick that elicited a lengthy moan from her slightly parted lips.

“Gabe,” she whimpered.

“We’ll get you there, sweetheart.” I put pressure on her hands for a moment, then took it away. “Is this too much?”

“Not even close.”

“Good.”

I leaned in and nipped at her nipples the same way she had done to me earlier. “Oh God!” She hissed.

“No, it’s Oh, Gabe!” Mel laughed, struggling a bit with how I was restraining her as she did. I glanced up and grinned at her anyway. How long will it take you to come on my mouth?”

“I – I don’t know,” the first flicker of doubt shown in her eyes then.

“You don’t know?” I asked gently. “Has no one ever gone down on you?”

A blush stole across her chest and followed her neck up to blossom across her cheeks. “I’ve had it done, but not ever long enough to…”

What? I leaned in and teased her nipples with my mouth again, giving me time to think. I sucked hard, listened to her moaning, then leaned up further until I could whisper in her ear. “So, you’re telling me you’ve never been with an actual man?” She grinned at my response, but didn’t offer up a verbal explanation of any kind. “I think it will take less than five minutes of me sucking on that pretty little clit of yours. Less, if I pump my fingers in that juicy pussy of yours at the same time.” I moved in and kissed her lips, showed her with our mouths, with my tongue, exactly what was about to happen to her in other places.

“Gabe,” she whimpered.

“Be a good girl and keep those hands right here,” I told her as I pushed them down further into the bed for emphasis. “If you move them, I’ll have to spank that sweet ass of yours.” Watching her try to decide if she wanted that or not was almost hilarious enough to throw me out of the little game we were playing. Almost, but not quite. I was pretty sure she needed this. Needed someone to show her how it could be, how it should have been, and how she had never had her needs sated before.

That was about to change. I removed my hands from where they had been wrapped around her wrists, slid them up and over her shoulders, traced her clavicles and then swept in to scoop her breasts up and hold them high and tight on her chest. I laved each one with my tongue, giving each of her nipples equal attention while gently scraping the stubble on my chin and cheeks across the fleshy portions. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Melanie.”

“Gabe, please,” she grunted, her hands now fisted into the blanket by her shoulders. Just this much stimulation was making it damn near impossible to listen to my demands.

“Mel, don’t make me have to punish you.” I kept my voice low, letting each word follow me down her body from her breasts to her abdomen, to where I swirled my tongue in her bellybutton, making her squirm and jerk her hips upwards. I quickly popped her thigh with my hand. “Still,” the order came out as I moved further, to where the line of her well-trimmed pubes began. She had a tidy little landing strip that would lead me home to where she needed me most. I reached over, with the same hand that had just smacked her thigh, and tugged on the hair. “I’m glad you have this,” I told her before rewarding her with a sift swipe of my tongue over her clit.

Her moans damn near drove me to come all over the fucking sheets. The sound, so long, drawn out, and full of all that pent up need, it was hard for me to deny her any longer, but I had to. She had to know that her pleasure meant something too and sometimes, half the fun was getting there slowly.

I gently breathed there, right at the apex of her thighs, allowing her to feel the warmth, the heat of me there. The promise of what was to come, and then, without any warning to her, I attacked. My tongue went to work on her clit, as I used my hands to shove her thighs wider apart. There was no other way to describe what I did, other than to say I feasted on the woman that had been driving me absolutely fucking crazy for months. Hell, I hadn’t been with a woman since before I found out about having a son, and once I met Mel, she was the only one I could think of. The only one I dreamed of doing this to.

I took a moment to lick my fingers, wetting them, and then I slid first one, then another inside of her. She threw her head back as they probed inside, scissoring to stretch her just before finding that little roughened patch where a simple come hither gesture with my digits brought her screaming only moments later. Shit. I didn’t even get her off with my mouth, she had been so primed. It still didn’t stop me from dipping my head back in to taste the sweetness of her release. She had to have squirted because she was so incredibly wet and I enjoyed lapping every last bit of it before going back to her clit and bringing her to another screaming orgasm with my mouth – as promised.

When she finally came down and I was able to get her fingers to release the rough hold they had on my hair, I slid up her body and grinned at her. I knew she could see the shine on my mouth from her juices, watched as she licked her lips, and that lazy, sex haze held her eyelids at half-mast. “You taste like heaven, Mel, but you were a very bad girl.”

“W-what?” She breathed out.

“Where did I tell you to keep your hands?”

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