Page 67 of Revived

“Never hurts to be prepared,” he answers before dropping his shorts and throwing his shirt across the garage, standing exposed and delectable in front of me, every inch of his sculpted body available to my eyes.

“Then let’s put them to use.” Reaching for his length, I stroke him long and hard while he moves to kiss me, assaulting my mouth as we press our bodies together. His fist in my hair yanks my head back before his lips find my neck and I gasp at the slight twinge of pain that quickly morphs into pleasure.

“Luke…”

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Always.”

Without warning, Luke spins me around and pushes my torso to the bench where I rest my forearms on bended elbow, my ass perched in the air on my legs.

“God, you looking fucking incredible like this.” His hands palm my ass as he squeezes my cheeks and then one hand travels between my legs, testing my wetness.

“Oh!” I shout when he shoves two fingers inside of me abruptly, this controlling and alpha side of Luke surprising me and turning me on more than I imagined. The sound of Luke’s fingers moving in and out of my wetness can barely be heard over the music, which is still thumping out an angry beat.

“Fuck. Hold on.” Moving to his phone, Luke pauses the music and then makes his way back over to me, tearing open a condom and sheathing himself. “Didn’t want to fuck you with that on. I wouldn’t be able to hear you.” He leans over and growls in my ear as he lines himself up and thrusts deep inside.

“Oh, yes!” I shout as Luke sets the pace, pumping furiously in and out of me while I try to handle his force.

“Are you okay? This too hard?”

“No. I love it. Keep going,” I reply, enjoying how intense and full I feel with him rocking back and forth, the sharp pangs of pleasure radiating from my pussy all over my body.

“Fuck, Rachel. You’ve woken the beast. I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”

“I love it, Luke. Keep fucking me. I’m not glass. I won’t break.” Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of a man that is completely transfixed by the image of me bent over in front of him, his dick pounding into me so hard, I’m seeing stars. His shoulders are tight, his hands squeeze the meat around my waist, his eyes are watching the place between my thighs where we’re joined. And he looks alive, mesmerized, carnal and full of lust while we chase the ultimate physical release.

I clench my pussy around him and bend down farther, changing the angle at which he glides in and out.

“Fuck. Do that again,” he growls.

“Do what?”

“Squeeze my cock with your pussy, babe.” So I do.

“God, you look so sexy like this. But I want to see you ride me…”

“Yes. I want to.” He stops and then slides out of me, resuming his seated position on the bench while sitting up as I move to straddle him again, wrap my arms around his neck, and then slide down his length.

“God, Luke. I just want more of you…” I grit in his ear as I bounce up and down, his arms completely encasing me against his torso as I move.

“Me too, Rach. I’ve missed this. I forgot how incredible sex can be.”

“I’ve never had sex like this…”

“It’s because it’s us, babe. You and me.”

Our lips meet in a crash as the pressure builds so quickly, I barely have time to prepare for my orgasm. I scream, throw my head back suddenly and ride out the waves while Luke lifts me up and down a few more times before finding his own release. I melt into him again once my body has settled, small aftershocks working their way through my pussy, making both of us twitch and then laugh.

Pressing a gentle kiss on his collarbone, I mumble against his skin. “Now if all workouts ended that way, I would definitely do this more often.” Not wanting to disconnect from him yet, I tighten my arms around his neck and shoulders, humming as his fingers dance up and down my spine, the scent of sex and man filling the air.

“Well, now we both need a shower. Come on, let’s go get cleaned up.”

Leading me by the hand, we walk naked through the house smiling, knowing that this will never happen once Grayson is back. And as I realize that same thought, I instantly question when Luke is going to agree it’s time to tell Grayson about us. I know kids can read into things, and part of me wonders if he already knows. But ultimately, it has to be Luke’s decision.

Once we’re showered and dressed, Luke cooks me breakfast as I sit on a stool at the island and watch him maneuver his kitchen.

“So what do you want to do today?”

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