Page 68 of Revived

“Lie down!” It was an order that he instantly moved to follow. Last time, he had dominated our experience, this time, it was my turn. I slipped up his body from the end of the bed, trailing my fingers along his body as I went. I started down by his ankles, running my nails up his legs. Along the outer portion of his lower leg, then circling over his knee before I raked my nails up those remarkable thighs of his. I hesitated a moment when I reached the still angry, puckered scar he had obtained from being shot and the subsequent surgery. I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss there.

“Mel,” he heaved my name into the air around us, both a desperate plea and something else. I turned my eyes back up to meet his as I kissed there again, and then began moving higher. His fingers immediately sifted through my hair, tangling in the curls as I reached the apex of his thighs. “Mel,” he called my name again. “You don’t…”

“I don’t have to do anything,” I breathed the words against the tender skin where thigh met groin, and his balls hung heavy while his cock lay hard along his lower abdomen. “I want to do this though,” I managed to tell him before sucking on the tender skin of his scrotum and then lapping my tongue all the way up the length of him until I was kissing the very tip of his cock, already dripping precum for me. Another lick, and his accompanying groan was music to my ears. I licked, sucked, and attempted to take as much of him into my mouth as was possible, pushing past my normal comfort zone as I did.

Gabe’s hands were my meter. When I was making him feel everything, they clenched tightly in my hair, tugging and pulling me to where he needed the most attention. Then there were moments where he would yield a bit, loosening his hold just so he could watch as my lips slid up and down his cock at a languid pace before resuming a more hurried pace once more. I brought him to the edge, several times before releasing him and sliding my body further up his own.

Hands that were once entwined in my hair slid down to my shoulders, then cupped my breasts as I positioned myself center just above his saliva-slickened cock. I reached a hand back to grab him and hold him up as I slid down and his responding grip on my tender breasts was almost too much to handle. Sliding down his length was both heaven and torture. He filled me so perfectly that it brought tears to my eyes. This is what we’d both been missing, what we’d both talked ourselves out of with our self-destructive behavior. He hadn’t been solely to blame for the way we collapsed before. We’d both played our parts thanks to the baggage we carried with us. This, the feeling of being so connected to him again, finally felt we were in the right moment, together.

“Mel,” he groaned my name as I rose up and then impaled myself with his manhood all over again. “Jesus, Mel. What are you doing to me?”

I leaned down, breasts squished to his chest as he held onto my hips, and I whispered in his ear. “I’m fucking you. You ready for hard and fast yet, baby?”

“God, yes!” He hissed as I got to it and started rolling my hips while rocketing my body up and down his length. Every time the tip of his cock was all that remained inside of me, I would squeeze my muscles, giving him a little hug and tug before falling back down on him. Each down stroke and grind meant my clit was also being assaulted by his pubic bone. That was, until Gabe decided to take control from the bottom. He’d had enough of giving over the control and began lifting his hips to pump them furiously up, meeting each of my downstrokes with more relentlessness than before. His thighs slapped against my ass, our grunts were part of the symphony we created, and the magic didn’t end there.

Just as I was about to tip over, he pulled back. The tease. He pulled back and grinned at me as ran his hands up and down my body so reverently I didn’t know how to respond. Instead, I just watched for a moment, my own hands planted firmly on his chest. Then, slowly, I began to roll my hips as his hands made their way back in an attempt to circle my waist and guide my movements. Only, he didn’t stop there and do that. Instead he slid one hand between us until his thumb caressed my clit with every movement I made. The other hand slid back up, cupping my breast again, tweaking my nipple, and then finally he rested it with fingers wrapped around my throat.

The hold wasn’t too tight, but definitely not loose either. It was just enough to let me know that he was in charge and things were about to shift again. Then, with barely a thought between movements, I was lying on my back and he was grinding his cock into me once, twice, before pounding into me with all his effort. Our bodies slapped together, his grip on my throat tightened for a moment and then released long enough for him to lean in and lick at my lips. It was his ask. He wanted me to open for him and I obliged.

Our tongues tangled with one another to the same rhythm our bodies rocked together. “You’re mine, Mel. Now and always. Understand?” Each word was punctuated by a thrust and then the tightening of that hand around my throat. I attempted to nod. Gabe just smirked down at me and then released his hold as he instead reached down and tossed my thighs up his chest so that my knees bent over his shoulders, and the heels I’d worn that night – the only thing he’d demanded I leave on when we disrobed – scratched into his back as he continued his relentless pace of pounding into my body. It only took a few more thrusts before I plunged over the precipice and fell into a beautiful oblivion. He chased right behind me, emptying himself into my body with each pulse of warmth that seemed to shatter me even further.

24 – Revived

Waking up next to Mel was a dream come true.

It’s what should have happened the first time we were ever together. Our timing was still off then. Even I could see that now, thanks to the ongoing therapy I was getting. We were both getting. Mel was going to see someone too, in order to work through her feelings about what happened with her previous marriage and her family. She still wasn’t speaking to them, but her therapist assured her that was okay. For now. Eventually, she’d need to face things and make her peace with them. Whatever that meant for her. No matter what, I’d be there when she did.

A knock on the door roused me from my thoughts as I pulled Mel tighter to my chest and made sure she was covered up. “You up?” Chevy called through the door.

“Yeah,” I called back as I felt Mel stirring beside me too. She quickly pulled the sheets up tighter so that the only portion of her nude body that could be seen was her shoulders, neck, and head.

“That better have been Mel you were banging in there all night long,” he called out and several different rounds of laughter let me know my son wasn’t out there alone. My eyes narrowed immediately.

“I think you’d know better than to disrespect Mel by talking about her like that, and to an audience.”

“Shit!” We heard Chevy hiss out. “Sorry, Mel.”

“It’s a good thing I’m the one here, or your dad would be in big trouble right now, Chev,” she called out, much to the amusement of my son’s brothers.

Chevy stopped chuckling long enough to respond. “We’re grabbing breakfast, want me to make any for you guys?”

“Yeah, we’ll be down in a minute,” I answered.

Mel’s brows rose in question. “Sweetheart, we went four solid rounds last night, and the chicken tacos did not withstand that energy output.” It was her turn to laugh at me, but then her stomach growled, and I just gave her an ‘I told you so’ look.

Mel sat up and popped my chest lightly with her hand. “Speaking of, I’m proud of you. I didn’t think you had that many rounds in you, old man.”

“Old man? I’m not even 40 yet!” I grabbed for her, but she was too quick and on her feet beside the bed before I could get purchase.

“Yeah, but you’re so close to being over the hill,” she teased. I might not have caught her before she leaped out of the bed, but I did manage to get a hold of the sheet that was still wrapped around her though, and I tugged, hard. The sheet tumbled off her body, leaving her body bare to my sight. There were some light bruises along her inner thighs as well as some pretty notable hickies on the swells of her breasts.

“Was I too rough with you last night?”

“Not even close, Mr. Northman.”

“Good. Later, I’m going to see if I can’t plant matching purple marks on the bottom of those luscious tits too then.” Mel laughed before moving into the bathroom and getting the shower started. “Mind if I join you?” I asked as I walked up behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulder while pulling her back to my front.

“I was hoping you would,” she told me. “Though, this is just for water conservation purposes. I think I might actually need a breather, and some food, before we go again.”

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