Page 44 of Revive

Hendrix

The second the door closes, I refrain from pushing her up against the wall and finishing what we left off in the car. My mind knows taking it slow is the right thing to do, but with her, I feel like my wings are no longer clipped, and I want to take her, and fucking fly.

She stares at me with her tousled hair, bruised lips, and bright eyes, and I wonder how the fuck I’m ever going to keep my hands off her.

“Are we just going to stand here staring at one another?” she teases.

“It’s either that or I’m going to strip you naked, and fuck you.” I sink my hands into the front pockets of my jeans, needing physical restraints.

“That sounds promising.” She begins to waltz her way to me, chewing on her bottom lip. Her eyes are playful, her body nothing short of temptation.

“Don’t get any ideas,” I warn, taking more steps backward. “We’re taking it slow.”

The back of my legs hit the edge of her couch, as she reaches for me, latching on to my shirt collar. She wraps her arms around my neck and moves closer. Pressing her breasts against my chest, she whispers in my ear. “Are you sure?”

My self-control wanes as I run the tip of my nose down the length of her neck. I drop kisses on her exposed skin, losing the ability to form coherent words and thoughts. Too caught up in the fog, that is her.

“What am I going to do with you?” I murmur.

“We both want it, Drix.”

Seeking out her lips, she meets me halfway, moaning into my mouth, making my cock harder than I thought possible. I groan and slip my hand through the slit of her dress, gripping her bare arse, wrapping her leg around my waist. “Fuck now, talk later, okay?”

She drops her leg and takes my hand. “Follow me.”

Leading me to her room, the intimacy changes. Even though our hands are still tangled, and my dick is still very much hard, the sex has been siphoned out of the air, replaced with adoration and wonder. There’s so much more to the room than just four walls. It’s sensual and spontaneous, and if there was any way I could forget how privileged I was to be in the presence of this woman, this room was my reminder.

“Did you draw these?” On each wall is a life-size sketch, two are landscapes, but it’s the one behind the large king bed that I can’t stop looking at. It’s the epitome of sadness and beauty. “That’s you, isn’t it?” I tear myself away from the drawing and face Taylah, whose nervousness has her staring at the wall, and unable to look at me. “I’m sure you already know this, but you’re really talented.”

“I didn’t tell you I drew them.”

“You didn’t have to.”

I pull her to me so her back is pressed against my front, both of us standing at the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. Softly I drape her hair across her shoulder and run my fingers down the curve of her neck. “Tell me about the picture.” I take hold of the small black coated zipper and watch the expanse of her back become more visible by the second. The dress loosens, revealing her shoulders, the material needing only a slight tug to fall to the floor and leave her naked.

Kissing her is inevitable, her skin luring my mouth to her shoulders, my tongue drawing invisible lines between her faint freckles.

“Sometimes there’s a moment in your life where everything, slowly, yet surely begins to make sense,” she starts, her body shivering beneath my touch. “Where the past finally stays where it belongs, and the future is somewhere you actually want to be.”

My focus switches from her body to her words and back again. Entranced and intrigued, by both, her body is ethereal, her words are prophetic.

“Are you exactly where you want to be?”

She nods, and I take it as an invitation to tip her dress off the edge and watch it fall down her body. The vulnerability of her statement and the power of her nakedness turns the moment from a passionate frenzy to an emotional seduction.

She steps out of the dress and spins on her heels to face me. “Is this whereyouwant to be?”

With almost every inch of her on display and mine for the taking, the challenge is clear. I reach for the back of my shirt, stretching it over my head, and throwing it to the side of the room. “What do you think?”

We launch at one another, skin on skin, and we’re back where we started. Cradling her body to me, I rest a knee on the edge of the mattress and let us fall. Our mouths talk, our lips take, our tongues give. Lust turns into desperation as we wrap ourselves up in pleasure.

I endeavour to taste every inch of her skin, moving from her lips to her neck, down to her filled out breasts. Her nipples stand at attention, begging for my tongue. With every taste, my dick gets harder, wanting nothing more than to break free.

My mouth makes its way down to the edge of her panties, smelling her arousal before I see it. Hooking two fingers into her waistband, I rise, slowly, and drag the lace strips of material down her legs. Instinctively, her legs begin to fall together, but I hold her knee in protest. “Leave them open.”

They lax as I discard my own layers of clothes, our impatience bubbling at the surface. She looks at me with intoxicating desire. “You’re even sexier with no clothes on.”

I grip my cock at her appraisal, warding off the impulsive need I have to thrust myself into her, hard and fast.

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