Page 45 of Revive

“What are you waiting for?” she goads, her fingertips teasing the top of her open slit.

Never having to agonise over what I say with Taylah, the words tumble out without thinking twice. “I can’t work out which hole I want to stick it in.”

She smiles. Full blown. Megawatt. A smile reserved for compliments, not my uncensored fantasies. She gets up on her knees and rests her arms on my shoulders. Instinctively I take hold of her waist. “Answer me this. Is this going to happen more than once?”

I caress her heavy breast. “What do you think?”

“Well then don’t think too hard, there’ll be time for every hole.” She bites my bottom lip. “More than once.”

“Fuck, Crazy, you have the filthiest mouth.”

“And you don’t even know all the things I can do with it.” She free falls backward on to the bed, with a teasing smile on her face, and I follow. I kiss the smile off her face, transforming it into a moan as my finger slides through her wet pussy.

My thumb rubs softly over her clit, while a second finger fucks her. The contrast has her arching beneath me, breathless and wanton. Small tremors flitter through her, as her heat cinches around my fingers. “We’re only just getting started, Crazy.” I add pressure to her throbbing bud, and she bucks up against me. I watch her find euphoria as my fingers hit her perfect spot.

I kiss up her body, capturing her loud moan with my mouth; savouring her moment of bliss in all the ways I can. My shaft nudges at her entrance, the head of my cock, slick and dripping, ready for the final round.

Slipping inside of her is like the light at the end of the tunnel. Warm and waiting, my breath catches in my throat as she sheaths my cock with her pussy. Groaning, I thrust into her, craving the friction.

Our worlds collide in a rush of frenzied, rough, and crazed kisses. Hard and desperate, I drive myself into her, and she arches herself into me. I fall in lust with the way she feels underneath my body and stretching around my cock.

She digs the heels of her feet into my arse, as I pound into her harder. “God, Drix, I’m going to come again.”

A strained chuckle leaves my mouth. “That’s the idea, babe.” I slip my finger between us, rubbing and pinching her clit, wanting to entice her orgasm along.

She clutches herself to me, digging her nails into my back as she reaches her peak. Her breathing becomes more rapid as her body turns from tightly coiled to carefree in a single thrust.

My own release sits heavy in my balls, on the precipice, teasing me every time I feel her clench around my cock. I pound into her with ferocity, challenging myself to tip her over the edge one last time.

I slam into her, hard, fast and deep, the cries of my name from her hoarse throat spurring me on. Everything turns black as I get lost in the primal need to give and take. Heat creeps up my spine, and the final thread holding us together snaps.

Coming down from the high, we kiss one another; unhurried, sated, and full of languid satisfaction.

I let myself deflate against her, floating on air for the first time in a very long time.

“You’re really good at that.” She smiles while kissing me, and like a transferable tattoo, the shape of my mouth suddenly matches hers.

Rolling off her, I tuck my hands underneath my head. “So, I’ve been told.”

Sitting up, she demurely moves her legs over the side of the bed and looks back at me mischievously. “Maybe I’ll just keep you here.”

“What? And just use me for my dick?” I ask, conceitedly.

She glances down at my semi-hard cock, licks her lips and innocently shrugs. Stretching across the bed, I snake my arm around her waist and tuck my hand in between her legs. “Will you at least feed me?”

She leans into me, giving me a quick peck on the lips. “As many meals as you want.” Untangling herself from me, she stands up and begins rummaging through a pile of clothes sprawled on a reading chair in the corner of her room. “But, I need to feed myself first.”

“Dinner wasn’t enough for you?” I joke while I also get off the bed and find my underwear.

“Well.” Facing me, she exhales loudly while covering her body, with a geometrically patterned, floor-length satin gown. “I may as well get this out of the way before we go any further.” Slumped shoulders, serious expression, I have no idea what’s coming next. “I hate set menus,” she blurts out. “And I hate everything about sharing food.”

Hysterical laughs trip out of my mouth, and a pillow unexpectedly hits me in the head. Picking it up off the floor, I throw it back at her. She dodges it, hands on her hips, biting back her own laughter.

“Is that why you didn’t eat much?” She hands me my boxer briefs, throwing my jeans with the rest of her clothes.

“You don’t need those unless you plan on going home.”

With no intentions of leaving her, her house or her body, I forget about the jeans and continue the discussion about food “I’m going to have to hear more about how painful tonight’s set menu was for you.”

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