Page 2 of Revive

I shuck off my jeans and underwear, and pull my t-shirt over my head. Dropping each knee on the soft mattress, I kneel above her, naked and hungry.

Palming my cock, I focus on her pale flesh, dusty rose nipples, and round arse; my mouth and hands tingling in anticipation.

Unable to restrain myself, I lunge at her.

“Why?” I ask in between kisses. “Why do you want to give yourself to me now?”

Her eyes find mine, tears building up as they take me back to when things weren't complicated, when things weren't hard, and when she was unmistakably mine. “We need more good memories.”

My hands find her tits, my tongue tracing her nipples; over and over, never getting my fill. She runs her hands through my hair, sinking her nails into my scalp at every wet swipe. My dick rubs against the bedding as I glide my mouth down her body, the friction providing the smallest relief.

I stop at the top of her slit, my breathing heavy, my heart racing. I close my eyes, trying to slow it all down. But she pushes her hips up, letting her needs be known. Her intoxicating scent makes it impossible for me to hold off any longer. My tongue parts her pussy, licking, and tasting. I tease her clit, flicking and biting.

“Drix,” she cries, and I know the sound of her wanting to come is one I’ll never forget. Wanting her to feel me on every part of her, all at the same time, I thrust two fingers inside her. “I’m so close,” she groans. Rocking herself into my face while my dick begins to leak at the sight of her. My tongue laps at her clit, and my fingers twist and push farther inside of her. Peering up at her, I memorise this very moment. Hooking my fingertips into just the right spot, I watch her stomach and legs begin to shudder. Head back, neck stretched, body arched, and her orgasm all over my face.This is my paradise.

As she comes down from the high, she watches me, anticipating my next move. I rise and her eyes fall to my thick and needy cock.

“It’s yours if you want it,” I tease. Wordlessly, she sits on her knees, her mouth in direct line with my shaft. She circles her delicate fingers around me, and I hiss at the contact. Stroking up and down, I grow harder in her hands. She lowers her head, licking the tip before sliding me deep down her throat.

“More,” I growl as I thrust ferociously. Selfishly, I fuck her face, and she takes all of me. I curse the gods above as I grab her head, and empty myself without warning into her mouth. Again, I memorise this very moment. How flushed her face is, and how tender her lips look; she’s both alluring and submissive, swallowing every drop of my come.This is my paradise.

Lifting her up, we both kneel, our eyes locked on one another. The salacious moments of earlier pale in comparison to what we know is coming next. I cup her cheeks, kiss her lips and let our bodies fall to the bed.

Her legs drop open slightly, and the silent invitation has me hard again in no time. Lining myself up, I push into her, and a noise akin to bliss leaves us both. Finding a rhythm, our bodies move with ease and familiarity.

Unable to look anywhere else, I stare into her amber eyes, as tears stream down her face. With every thrust, I give her all of Hendrix Michaels. My happiness and my heartache, both which have been at her mercy. And she’s right, it needs to end.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

I catch her cry, apologising to her the only way I know how. She clings on to me for dear life, while we make love for the first time, and the last time. My body gives her the last fifteen years while my heart prepares to close it self back up for protection.

Together we pick up the pace, the love and hate between us pushing us farther off the cliff. Each stroke drags along the walls of her pussy, and I feel her start to quake.

Harder.

Deeper.

I bury myself in the only place that can hurt and heal me. Her nails dig into my shoulders and I pull back, thrusting with reckless abandon, watching her come undone one last time.

“Drix. Drix. Drix.” My name falls out of her mouth like a prayer, each heady pant echoing around me.

“Come for me, Sasha,” I order. “Let me remember you like this.”

After fifteen long years, we both finally fall off the edge, our hearts shattering as we land.

This is my paradise.

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Hendrix

Eight Months Later

With my jacket thrown over my shoulder, I hold onto a suitcase with each hand, rolling them down the airport exit ramps. Leaving customs, there’s a swarm of people on either side of me, desperate to get outside and meet up with their families. Sluggish from the fifteen-hour flight, my steps are slow, dreading the next hour it will take to get home.

It’s been eight months since I left Sydney. Some days were long, but most weeks were fast. After I spent the first few weeks wallowing in the pain of my broken heart, I challenged the world to heal it for me. And as best as she could, that’s what she did.

Looking out into the crowd, I search for a sign with my last name on it. I organised a shuttle bus to take me home. No hassle. No fuss.

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