Page 64 of Revived

“Damn. I’ve never been a man for lingerie, but this color and fabric on you is delicious. And even better when I take these off… I know just how delicious the treat is inside.” My words crawl up my throat and grit against the desire I’m feeling in my entire body as Rachel pants beneath me. I kiss her once more before trailing my lips and tongue down her neck, stopping to give her breasts the attention they deserve once more, then her hips a slight nibble, and finally I hook my thumbs in the strings on her waist, slowly pulling the last barrier of clothing away from her body as her pussy greets me, glistening with her arousal.

“Luke,” she sighs as I push her legs open and take in the sight of her—more than ready, eager for me, pulsing from the blood rushing south. So I press forward, dragging my tongue through her slit, lapping up her taste as she groans above me.

“Yes…”

I’ve forgotten how powerful sex can make me feel. Even though I’ve gone down on Rachel prior to this, there’s a potent spark of confidence that is building knowing this act is actually leading to sex this time. A mixture of nerves and assurance swirl around in my body and the desire to finally make this ascent slams into me while I continue to worship her.

My tongue takes on a mind of its own, knowing what Rachel likes by now—short flicks, long strokes, the sudden intrusion of my fingers when she’s just about to come. I savor her, pleasure her, make sure she gets hers before I take it further and don’t last but two minutes once I’m deep inside.

Her clit grows hard beneath my tongue as I throw her heel-clad feet over my shoulders, her breaths more frantic, her wetness increasing to a volume that can’t be possible. But fuck if it doesn’t boost my ego, knowing how ready and desperate this woman is for me. And that’s my cue as I push two fingers inside of her, watching her entire body arch while my tongue continues to work its magic and my fingers find that magical spot. And then she explodes.

“Luke!” She screams, her walls pulsing around my fingers, her clit throbbing on my tongue. And then she relaxes when the waves have subsided, breathing heavily as I place a kiss on her pussy, one on each of her inner thighs, and then make my way up to her mouth again.

My heart is galloping as I realize we’re getting closer to the final act, but my uneasiness has virtually subsided. I want this. I want her. No matter how crazy this seems, the point is—it feels right.

Heady and on an orgasmic high, she pulls my lips to hers, tasting herself as we swirl our tongues together. “Are you ready?” She asks when we part, her eyes bright and greener than ever in the soft light coming in the window.

I nod, bracing myself for the moment. “Yes.”

Pushing off the bed, I find my wallet in my pants, securing one of the condoms I bought a few weeks ago when I realized that I needed to be prepared for this moment. I tear open the foil and extract the latex, slowly rolling it down my shaft as Rachel watches from the bed. Once I’m happy with the fit, I make my way back up to her as we crawl further towards her pillows, her heels coming off now as she throws them to the floor on the side of the bed somewhere.

Lining myself up to her entrance, my heart beats so hard in my chest that my entire body is shaking from the force.

“It’s okay, Luke. Take your time.” This woman. What on earth did I do to deserve her patience? Her calmness. Her genuine regard for how I’m feeling as we navigate our developing relationship. Part of me can’t believe I’m actually in this predicament—and the other part is so fucking glad it’s with her.

“I know. Thank you for being patient with me… thank you for being you,” I say while I push in slightly and my dick comes back to life. “Oh fuck,” I growl as I pulse in again, pushing slightly further with each thrust. Rachel’s pussy is so tight, the feeling so insane that I’m afraid to move once I’m buried inside because I just might come staying still.

“Are you okay?” She asks me as I shake above her.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fucking great. God, I forgot what this feels like. You feel so good, baby… I’m not gonna last.”

“That’s okay, Luke.” She reaches up to stroke my jaw, calming me with her sincere gaze, those stark green eyes lightening the tension in my mind and my heart. “Take your time and do what you need to. But just know, you feel amazing inside of me. I’ve never felt this full.”

“God, you’re incredible,” I growl before crushing my mouth to hers and pulling back, preparing to move in and out of her. Gathering every ounce of control I can manage, my hips pump over and over, remembering the movements as if I were riding a bike again after years of unconsciousness.

Because that’s what these past five years have felt like—like everyone was continuing to live their lives around me, and I was asleep.

But now I’m awake, revived, and breathing deeply, thanks to the woman moaning beneath me.

“God, this feels so good, Luke.”

“Yeah, it does, baby. You’re so fucking wet,” I groan as I effortlessly glide in and out of her.

“I know. That’s what you do to me.”

“You make me crazy, Rachel. I’m not gonna last much longer,” I warn, knowing it’s only a matter of seconds before I burst.

“Come, Luke,” she sits up and whispers in my ear, kissing my neck while I pick up speed. And with a few more thrusts, my orgasm takes over as I pump furiously inside of her, her own moans urging me on as I bust, my cum shooting out of me and into the condom, taking many seeds of doubt and guilt along with it.

“Fuck,” I grumble when I collapse on top of Rachel, both of our chests rising heavily. “Are you okay?” I mumble into her neck, knowing I’m probably crushing her underneath me, but I can’t quite move just yet.

Her head bobs slightly as she presses her cheek to mine. “Yes. I’m perfect. Are you okay?”

Struggling to find the words, I settle on just three as I lift my head and finally find her eyes, staring down into the face of one of the most amazing women I’ve met. “I feel alive.”

And that makes her smile sincerely. “I’m glad.”

Reluctantly, I pull out of her and then make my way across the hall to dispose of the condom, returning to a still naked Rachel wrapped up underneath her comforter. “Do you mind if I sleep with you?”

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